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Those fireworks burned wildly at Hogwarts all day, until Umbridge and Filch, disheveled and disheveled, trudged down the long corridor outside the Great Hall, with a small group of pigs flapping their wings Sliding happily across the sky, there was a burst of excited cries.The teachers expressed that they didn't know if they had the authority to deal with the pyrotechnic sticks that rushed into the classroom. It was like another Christmas when the students sat down and watched Umbridge hobbled on his face and feet.The Weasley twins were surrounded by students eager to buy this new type of fireworks in the Gryffindor lounge. For the first time, Hermione did not stop the rowdy behavior from interfering with her review. She even suggested that everyone should take a break tonight .

With the Easter break looming, Ron realized with horror that the exams were only six weeks away - honestly, I don't understand why he still has no idea of ​​the time with Hermione's meticulous study schedule.When Ron found that he had to sit in the library or Gryffindor Tower every week except for the time of Quidditch training to soak up the ocean of knowledge, he seemed to think that Easter had ended early.

Neville looked even more flustered, and in addition to dealing with the seemingly never-ending review and homework, he had to find time to go to my dad for Occlumency - I have now begun to strongly suspect that Dumbledore may have done his life. The first bad decision, Neville looked more tortured than helped no matter how hard Hermione and I tried.He said to me one day, very pale, that he lost control of me in class and hit my dad with the Iron Armor Charm and saw some memories of my dad when he was a child, and desperately felt that my dad would poison him in the next potions class because of it ( "Don't get me wrong, my dad wouldn't poison you in front of Umbridge." "He'll probably think about it after Umbridge is gone." "Ron!").

"What was my dad like when he was a kid?" I asked Neville casually. I've only seen those immovable Muggle albums that my mother kept in her bedroom wardrobe, neatly arranged with her and Aunt Petunia and me. The old days of the grandparents who visited the tombstone.It just occurred to me that I've never seen a picture of him other than his mother's wedding, and I think the cameraman who took that photo must have had a hard time because Dad's eyes were anything but friendly until Mom grabbed him When he showed a sweet smile, the corners of his mouth twisted with difficulty into an expression that could barely be called a smile.

Like my father, I don't like the camera lens very much. My mother said that when I was a child, as long as I pointed the camera at me as a baby, no matter what I was doing in the last second, I would immediately cry and express my protest.So much so that I don’t have a few decent childhood photos—maybe the only good ones are the group photos taken in Malfoy Manor, and I suddenly feel a little headache when I think of this.

"Uh," Neville looked at me and chose his words carefully, "I think...Professor Snape was quite...well..."

"Ah, I heard something from my mother." I stopped Neville's self-torturing behavior as I tied up my hair, "Dad was not very good when he was a child-it was even worse before he met my mother. gone."

Neville breathed a sigh of relief, and began to unpack the Easter eggs that Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Potter had finally sent to Hogwarts—every egg Mrs. Potter sent had a hole in it. , While eating chocolate, we imagined Filch's disappointed expression when he struggled to break open the chocolate eggs one by one, only to find that there was not a single note inside except toffee, and felt relaxed and happy for a long time.

This may be our busiest Easter, although the sun outside the castle is getting warmer and brighter every day, and the lawn on the grounds has become green and fluffy, it is almost an invitation for everyone to roll on it and feel the arrival of summer , but the fifth-grade students had to lock themselves in their chairs, and there were piles of employment information on the table-before that, it seemed that everyone didn't realize that there were so many occupations in the world.

"Healer." Ron squinted his eyes and studied a leaflet bearing the St. Mungo's logo on the last day of the holiday, "I'll see, Potions, Herbalism, Transfiguration, Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts— — Tsk, why do I keep looking down when I see the potion?"

"If you follow my review plan step by step, Potions is very promising to get an 'E'!" Hermione said angrily as she studied a brightly colored "Muggle Liaison" flyer, "You You can't expect a person who will dispense the wrong medicine at any time to save lives and heal the wounded!"

"That doesn't look like I'm going to be a healer." Harry yawned, flipping through a Wizarding Bank brochure, "Gringotts Wizarding Bank is looking for spellbreakers, it's amazing Exciting opportunity to work abroad - well, Arithmancy requires at least an 'E', Hermione, you can do it."

"Alice can do it too." Hermione took a piece of "Required Qualifications for Training Troll Security", looked up and gave Harry a funny look, "And she said she wanted to go abroad—what, you Are you reluctant to let her go, but enthusiastically suggest that I run around?"

"I'll just say it offhand." Harry vaguely tossed the pamphlet aside, picked up another "Having Fun at the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters", and turned to see me rushing to me after listening to them. Said: "I don't mind where you go, anywhere—well, no, and I'm not saying I want you not to stay in England, I'm saying—"

"He means that he will follow you wherever you go." Tallus folded the "Ministry of Magic Junior Clerk Recruitment" into a paper airplane and threw it into the fireplace. Can't tell?"

"Mrs. Potter wouldn't like it," I muttered. "Forgive me, she even sent me such a big easter egg."

"We can offer Harry an excellent job in the United States." The Weasley twins walked over with smiles, and there was a jingling sound in their robes, "The salary is good, the working hours are flexible, and no OWL certificate is required!"

"Why don't you think about me when there is such a good thing? Am I not your real brother?" Ron asked dissatisfied.

"If you miss the ball again in Quidditch training, George and I will seriously consider dissolving our brotherhood in the newspapers, and by the way, dissolving our brotherhood with Percy, That thing stuffed with dung in the head—it’s better for you if you think about it this way, little Ronnie.” Fred patted Ron’s shoulder carelessly, “Besides, it’s possible that you have something in the United States How many years of beauty do you want to chase after?"

"I didn't!" Ron yelled, and quickly glanced at Hermione who was studying "Accurate Arithmetic Fortune Teller - Unlimited Promotion Space Waiting for You", and his ears turned red.

"Come on," said Harry, gathering a pile of papers together. "I'd like to at least do something about fighting the Dark Arts, like Dad."

"Then it seems that we can only find another American supply agent." George shrugged regretfully, then turned to me and asked, "Alice, would you like to have a part-time job in the future? The salary is absolutely good, we promise Pick up props for all the mischief your kids need while they're at school."

"If there is no last sentence, I might think about it." I folded the "Top Magic Cosmetics R&D Post" in my hand and put it aside, "I never said that I must go to the United States... The Teachers' Association has been considering setting up a branch in England."

"Really?" Harry looked refreshed.

"These things seem too far away." Talus lazily continued to make paper airplanes with the leaflets in his hand. "Even if we choose the career we want now? Who knows what will happen in two years' time?"

"I think this is just to let everyone clarify the goals that the OWL exam needs to achieve." Hermione anxiously flipped through the leaflet while taking notes on a piece of parchment, "Look, there are many good positions that have NEWT requirements!"

"I'll decide what to do after I come back from traveling around the world." Tallus sat leisurely on the arm of Hermione's chair and shook his long legs. "That's a question that I won't be thinking about until at least five years later!"

"You didn't do anything during the Easter holidays." Hermione looked sensitively at the smirking Weasley twins, "It's not like you two."

"As the most successful businessmen in the British magic circle in the future, we must abide by certain rules of conduct." Fred said seriously, "We ask ourselves, what's the point of ruining a happy holiday? Of course not; what's the point of disturbing others' review Any benefits? Certainly not."

"That's amazing." I raised an eyebrow.

"Obviously our fireworks show was a little louder." George patted me on the shoulder affectionately, "So tomorrow, the first day of summer term, we're going to send you some more peaceful fireworks." Gift."

"Calm, but extraordinary." Fred and George clapped their hands together, "Cool, this can be used as an advertisement!"

"What are they going to do?" Hermione asked Ron suspiciously after the Weasley twins walked away laughing, "You know if they do something more out of line they'll really get fired by Umbridge? "

"It sounds like they don't intend to stay at Hogwarts any longer," Harry said for Ron. "Relax, Hermione, they are entitled to do what they want."

"I also hope that they really think about how to take responsibility for their actions." Hermione looked worried.

"Relax, relax." Tallus rubbed Hermione's temples with his fingers, "You've been so nervous lately, I really don't think you need to read any more—"

"How is this possible!" Hermione's voice sharpened suddenly, and Ron gloated as Tallus was overwhelmed by Hermione's enumeration of loopholes and knowledge points.

"It feels like you've been in a bad mood these days," Harry said to me as we cleared away the desk piled with career leaflets.

"DA is gone, summer is coming, and exams are coming soon." I let out a long breath, and the hair that was coiled behind my head when I sat down just now felt that it was about to fall apart, so I simply put them down and let them loose. the back of the head.I didn't tell them that Umbridge took Veritaserum, I just reminded them to keep the vial of the antidote I gave them at all times, "I think I used to want to be an adult because children only I can play with toy wands in the yard... Now that I think about it, I know more and more spells, but I feel happier when I don’t know anything. I don’t have to think about what the future will be like, and I don’t have to think about what kind of work to do. Where to live...just wait for mom to come home."

"Hey, at that time, Tallus and I were most afraid of the sound of mother coming home and opening the door." Harry said to me in an exaggerated tone after thinking for a while, "After all, she might open the door and find that the house has been blown up, or the two of us One hangs her jewels locked in a locker on a chandelier, or we sneak the keys to Sirius' motorcycle and it crashes into the glass at Professor Bagshot's house - if Mommy is better than Dad Go home first and we're done."

"Would Mrs. Potter be willing to hit you? I don't believe it." I knew he wanted to make me happy, and he lowered his head and opened a taffy and put it in his mouth. "Your scars made her cry at Christmas." So long."

"Yeah, suddenly one day we felt that we couldn't let our mother cry anymore, which was much more uncomfortable than being beaten." Harry showed a nostalgic expression, "Talus and I didn't get into trouble that week, and it turned out My mother was frightened and cried again, she thought we had some kind of serious illness that kept us from running around in the valley."

"Godric's Hollow." I thought for a while and asked, "Did Gryffindor leave any traces there?"

"Want to come and see it during summer vacation?" He winked at me, "It's a beautiful place."

"You can stay at my house so that Snape doesn't poison him." Tallus finally got rid of Hermione's chatter, and interjected happily, "It's just the church singing that's a bit annoying, just close the windows."

In the first Potions class at the end of the holiday, Umbridge was still huddled in a corner of the classroom remembering her writing board that seemed to never finish. Dad looked around the whole classroom gloomily as usual, no matter how many students were in his He cried bitterly in class, and he would not relax his requirements a little.In the afternoon, there is an employment guidance appointment with Professor McGonagall, that is, I need to miss at least half of the arithmetic and divination class. I was counting the time while throwing materials into the cauldron, and suddenly I heard Umbridge screaming—Harry Standing wide-eyed, it looked like Umbridge's cauldron had exploded when he tried to inspect his Vitality Tonic.

"I don't know what's going on!" Harry explained loudly to my dad. "It was all fine when you came to see it, and you saw—"

"Call me Professor, Potter." Dad stood not far away, looking indifferently at Umbridge, who was already swollen all over his body after being splashed with hot potion, and mocked coldly, "You did mess up normal things in an instant. The ability to smash it, and it seems... this does not seem to be the correct effect of the vitality tonic, did you add five spoons of swelling powder to the No. 12 line in advance?"

"I suggest you go to the school hospital for treatment." Dad didn't even get close to Umbridge, whose face had swollen to three times his size. He waved his wand neatly and opened the door of the dungeon. Accidentally turning the tonic into some kind of poison—naturally, given his poor aptitude, it couldn't have been intentional."

"I guess today I can only get zero points again?" Umbridge staggered away with Parkinson's support, her bow-knotted hat fell to the floor because of her inflated head, and I just reached out Picking it up, Parkinson came running back and snatched it from me.Harry turned pale with anger, and said through gritted teeth, "She leaned over, I swear I didn't add anything to it!"

Dad gave him an inscrutable look and said, "You've got thirty minutes and the new cauldron is in the cupboard."

"Harry's exploded cauldron couldn't be repaired, and Professor Snape obviously knows about it," Hermione told me before the first half of the afternoon's Arithmancy class. "It's ridiculous, but I think— —”

"I think my dad might know about Umbridge giving me Veritaserum." I covered Hermione's mouth before her eyes widened and she yelled, "I don't know how he found out— Don't tell the boys that I've already retaliated."

"How did you get revenge?" Hermione's eyes were still staring like two Galleons.

"If she continues to wear today's hat, you will soon know." I never thought that my voice would one day have a trace of viciousness, "She likes this hat the most, right? ?”

I think Hermione didn't approve of me putting powdered hair on Umbridge's hat - but soon it was my employment consultation appointment with Professor McGonagall, and she didn't manage to whisper in my ear for too long. What should I do if I am found out.

Professor McGonagall didn't chat with me for too long, she didn't seem to know me about the International Pharmacists Association in the United States, she just expressed a little surprise when I mentioned the United States like everyone else around, and then heard that the United Kingdom was very Might be opening a branch soon before nodding, just pulling out my Transfiguration treatise from the sidelines to correct a couple of glaring errors, when there was another scream outside the office - the same as I heard in Umbridge's office earlier The sound is almost identical.

"What happened?" Although Professor McGonagall said so, she didn't stand up immediately, she didn't even take off the special glasses she used for reading, "Miss Snape, you go first."

The commotion was coming from the foyer, it seemed that class had just ended, a large group of people crowded on the marble stairs but dared not go down, Peeves scurrying up and down our heads and laughing harshly, The members wearing the badges of the investigation team looked very conspicuous, and their wands aimed at Fred and George standing in the center of the hall from all directions. The leader Draco saw Um whose swollen face hadn't completely disappeared with a blank expression. Richie put away his wand when he appeared, and gave her a slight nod.

"Okay." Umbridge looked smugly at the Weasley twins who seemed to have nowhere to go. "You think turning the school corridor into a swamp would be fun, don't you?"

"It's really fun." Fred answered without fear, while George was still waving to the crowd around him.

"I found the file, ma'am!" Filch pushed the students away with his elbows and walked to Umbridge, his voice hoarse with excitement, "I've got the whip ready too, I can do it now..."

"Very good, very good, Argus." Umbridge stared at the Weasley twins like prey, "Today you need to learn...how you will be punished for committing crimes in my school!"

"Your school?" Fred looked at George dismissively. "I'm sorry, but I don't think we'll be free, huh?"

"Yes, we're very busy," replied George, "and the world—the wonderful world without you old hag—calls us day and night."

"It's time to go for a walk." The Weasley twins raised their wands in unison and said, "Here comes the broom!"

There was a loud explosion in the distance, and the sluggish crowd pulled each other to avoid the broomsticks rushing towards their master from the left, one of which was still dragging heavy chains and nails.They turned to the left, rushed down the stairs and stopped in front of the red-haired twin brothers, making a clattering sound as they reunited after a long absence.

"I guess there's no need to say goodbye," Fred said to Umbridge as he mounted his broom.

"Don't bother contacting us, either." George got on his broom too.

"If you guys want to buy the portable swamp that's demonstrated here, the swish-boom fireworks from before - go to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, 93 Diagon Alley!" George said loudly to all the onlookers, "As long as Hogwarts of students swear by our products to get rid of this old bat, and we will give the most economical discount!"

"What are you doing in a daze! Stop them!" Umbridge screamed to direct the members of the investigation team, but there was a loud explosion, accompanied by a huge firework ignited and the smoke rose, and the Weasley twins had already jumped At fifteen feet in the air, only Peeves slid around at that height.

"Peves, send her to hell for us!" Fred yelled loudly to the giggling ghosts, and Peeves quickly took off his cloche hat and saluted their backs nimbly. Compliments - before this, after this, this was the only time he heeded a student's request.With a storm of cheers and cheers, the Weasley twins flew out of the open Hogwarts gates into the glorious sunset.

This is why later students, no matter whether they are good at riding broomsticks or not, will choose a sunset to take a group of graduation photos when they rush out of Hogwarts - it symbolizes that Hogwarts students will always yearn for light and freedom, and will always be happy. Never give in to violence and coercion, never give up shouting and resistance, no matter whether the sun is shining or the wind and rain are blowing, youth will grow here.