[HP] End of Death

By the time Harry got back to the dorm, everyone else was in bed and getting ready for bed.Ron asked him a few vague questions, but it seemed to Harry that he wasn't paying attention to his answers.Neville sat on the edge of the bed tending to his Meebo Meebo, and Dean and Seamus stopped talking as soon as he entered and drew the curtains.

Harry felt a little strange, and he even suspected suspiciously that they were talking about him just now - but when he glanced at Ron, he dismissed the idea.

When he and Ron came to the common room the next morning, Hermione was staring at a large notice on the bulletin board, looking surprised and angry.

"Oh, this is—" Ron looked up.

"Fred and George's recruitment advertisement for experimenters." Hermione said with a straight face, and she pulled off the notice. "They are too much, Ron, we have to take care of this."

"Ah, why?" Ron stared at her in a daze, puzzled.

"Because we're prefects! It's not right for them to do these things!" Hermione was stern, and Ron hung his head.He obviously didn't think it would be a good job to persuade his two brothers.

Harry didn't speak from the sidelines.After the end of the Triwizard Tournament, he gave Fred and George the one thousand Galleons he got to help them fulfill their wish-to open a joke shop in Diagon Alley.He didn't need the money, and the other winner apparently didn't either.

They passed some Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students on their way to the Great Hall, and when they saw Harry, they averted their eyes, lowered their heads, whispered to the people next to them, and pointed at him.Harry walked past them expressionlessly, fists clenched.

You gotta get used to it, he thought, and they'll always realize you're right.

But it does need a process, at least Harry still feels very uncomfortable now.

As they sat down at the table, a tall, dark-skinned girl approached Harry: "Hey, Harry."

"Hello, Angelina."

"How was your summer?" she asked briskly, and before he could answer, she added, "You know, I've been chosen to be captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

"Great," Harry said with a grin. "Congratulations."

"Ah, by the way, Oliver is gone and we need a new goalkeeper. The selection will be at five o'clock on Friday afternoon, and I hope the whole team will be there, okay? So we can see if the new man can do well Cooperate with everyone."

"Ok."

Angelina smiled at him and left. At this time, Professor McGonagall came to hand out the class schedule to everyone one by one. Ron glanced at it and sighed: "Look at today! History of Magic, two Potions classes , divination class, two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes... Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and that woman named Umbridge, hey, I really hope that Fred and the others can quickly skip class Sugar developed..."

"Ron, you can't think like that—"

"Oh, I was just thinking about..."

Soon it will be time for class.History of Magic can be called the most boring course. Professor Binns can explain the exciting giant wars more boringly than chanting scriptures. After listening to it for 10 minutes, Harry began to lose his mind. Much more interesting.

After class, both Harry and Ron forgot all about the class content. Fortunately, there were Hermione's notes for reference, although the owner of the notes expressed disdain for their attitude.

"What would you do without me?" She shook her head.

"Oh, Hermione, I know you're the best—"

For Harry, Snape's Potions class was always a hundred times more difficult than History of Magic class.

"Quiet." Snape walked into the classroom and came to the podium.In fact, he didn't need to say this at all, because everyone fell silent as soon as he came in.

"Before we go to class today, I thought I'd remind you," he looked at everyone seriously, "next June, you'll be taking an important exam where you'll prove how much you've learned about potion making." and usage knowledge. Although there are a few people in this class who are really mentally retarded, I hope you all can barely pass the OWLs, or I will be... very angry."

Snape's eyes fell on Neville, who turned pale with fright.

"Of course, after this year, many of you will no longer be able to take my classes." Snape continued, "I only select the best students to enter my NEWTs Potions class, which means Say, some people have to say goodbye to me."

His eyes fell on Harry this time, and Harry stared back unflinchingly, feeling a surge of gratification at the thought that he would be able to give up Potions after fifth year.

The potion prepared in this class is a very complicated palliative that needs to be tested in the OWLs exam. There are many and complicated procedures, and none of them can be missed.

Harry was sweating profusely, his potion was steaming dark gray, and Ron's cauldron was flying green sparks.Snape paused as he passed him, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "Potter, what are you doing?"

The Slytherins in the front row turned around. They enjoyed hearing Snape sarcasm Harry most.

"Diligent," Harry replied stiffly.He saw Draco turn around too, staring at him with interest.

"Tell me, Potter, can you read?" Snape said softly.

The corners of Draco's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help himself from laughing softly, and immediately got a stare from someone.

"Yes." Harry's voice became stiffer.

"Read me number three of the operating instructions, Potter."

"Add moonstone powder, stir counterclockwise three times, boil for 7 minutes, then add two drops of hellebore syrup." Harry's heart sank, he forgot to add two drops of hellebore syrup, he waited for 7 minutes and went straight Start to implement the fourth instruction.

"Very well, then you should know exactly what step you forgot. It means your cauldron is useless. Disappear." Snape waved his wand, and Harry's cauldron was emptied.He stood foolishly beside the empty cauldron, his mind blank.

Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, and just as he was about to say something, Snape had already walked towards the podium: "Everyone who has carefully read the operating instructions, put your medicine samples into a pot-bellied short-necked bottle, take Come to my podium for examination. Homework, twelve-inch paper on parchment, on the properties of moonstones and their use in medicine, due Thursday."

Draco glanced at the silver-white potion in his crucible, and with a quick sweep of his right hand, he pocketed Goyle's pot-bellied short-necked bottle next to him into his arms.He quickly filled two bottles of the potion, corked them, and stuffed them into his hands as Harry and the others passed him.

The boy glanced back at him in surprise, and Draco smirked at him and gestured for him to leave quickly.

"Strange, where did my bottle go?" Gore looked around in sweat, looking for his bottle.Then suddenly sparks flew from a black mass in his cauldron, and set his robe on fire.

Draco looked at Goyle who was panicking to put out the fire with distaste, and curled his lips: "Forget it, as far as your results are concerned, it's almost the same as not handing in."

Gore didn't answer him, he managed to extinguish the fire on his robe, and his palms were scorched black.Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he passed Draco and took a clean empty bottle on the table: "Here's another—"

"Put it down, it's mine!" Crabbe growled.