[Deha] World Starlight

Thanks to Merlin, there is still a table between them, so there is a little more chance of escaping.

"Professor Defense Against the Dark Arts, eh? Mr. Potter." There was a hint of a smile in Snape's voice, and Harry didn't know if he was laughing at himself or if it was his fault. "Someone told you Is it difficult to stay at Hogwarts after graduation?"

"Yes, Professor." Isn't it Draco, who just said last night, "But I think I am good enough and young enough to resist and break the curse of this position."

Snape gave Harry a size-up look: "Did I tell you not to believe all the gossip?"

"No, Professor."

"Well, I'll tell you now," said Snape, "I hope you will remember that seeing is believing."

But I saw it...Harry didn't know if he really heard and understood what the other person said.

"Also, don't be too conceited."

"……Yes."

"According to your current career considerations, you need to achieve all the excellences in OWLs, because I will definitely not accept any student who has any lower than 'excellence' in the OWLs examination, and then, continue to study Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbalism, Transfiguration, Charms, and Potions."

Harry thought for a while, he can understand herbalism, because some magical creatures are always associated with some herbs, such as likes, which can be used to trap, or hate, which can be driven away... But potions, does he have to When teaching werewolves, students should also be taught how to make wolfbane potion, and when teaching fox meizi, let students know how to prepare antidotes and insecticides...?

There is also transformation...Harry felt that he should really write a letter to Moonface and ask...Although these courses are really not difficult for him, after all, he has learned them all...But...

"And all of them were excellent in NEWTs."

"Oh—" Harry nodded numbly, still analyzing in his mind until Snape impatiently knocked heavily on the table.

"I hope you can understand," Snape said solemnly and earnestly, "what kind of job is a professor? Every word you say will directly affect whether your students will be able to succeed in their later lives because of seven years of hard work." Live better and be safer by learning in school."

"If you teach it wrong, or ambiguous, then they're going to be wrong or ambiguous about it for the rest of their lives."

"Even died one day because of a mistake."

"Understood?" Snape looked straight into Harry's eyes, he didn't see a trace of hesitation or concern in those eyes, and Harry really nodded his head vigorously: "I understand, Professor, I will work harder and will not disappoint you and anyone else's expectations of me."

To his comfort, Snape didn't say "I don't expect anything from you, Potter," to him directly and coldly after hearing this sentence, although he also acted as if he didn't listen at all. It looked like what he had just said, but Harry knew that in this matter, this was the default attitude.

"Keep your ego, keep your current grades." Snape closed the student file in his hand, and stuffed Harry's four-year transcripts and professor's evaluations back into his portfolio, "Okay , you can leave if there is no problem."

"Ah, oh, yes." Harry stood up from his chair, scratching his wooden legs, "Sorry—" he said more panicked than when he came in, "Goodbye, Professor." Then ha Leigh walked out of the office almost on the same arm, exhaling that breath as he closed the door.

But he still couldn't believe it.

And had no idea how soft Snape's smile was when he was tangling the string around the portfolio after he was gone.

Osamu

The author has something to say: What friends are there in this world?Can it be better than Slytherin and Gryffindor?Unless you count another pair of best friends - Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?

- Order of the Phoenix, Eleven, new song from the Sorting Hat

Very little sentence.

Playing outside during the holidays, save the manuscript box (づ￣3￣)づ

☆、Blood boiling Ⅱ

In addition, there is another thing that seems to be beyond Harry's expectation and still seems to be reasonable, that is, Umbridge is not angry at all during class-this phenomenon can prove one thing, that is, Neville Auror is definitely not an option in your career considerations.

Although... it seems quite normal.

"What did you say in career counseling?" Harry asked Draco, "It wasn't really what you said to me in the room, was it?"

Be a manor?

"Oh, I added a little." Draco said casually, "Being a manor and joining the Ministry of Magic. But Professor Snape knew my father's considerations, so he didn't ask me in detail which department I wanted to enter, just Briefly stated the requirements for the examination to be excellent and what courses to study."

"What classes?" Harry asked one of his most concerned questions.

"It's basically all the really useful courses I'm learning now, potions, spells, transformations, herbs, etc. I guess basically nothing has changed." Draco said to himself, and then asked Harry, "What about you?" ?”

"Basically overlap." Harry said with a smile, "We can study the rest when we can choose courses."

"Yeah." Draco nodded happily.

In the middle of this class, there was another incident of disturbance in the castle, and the piercing screams and shouts penetrated the ceiling. Umbridge quickly ran out of his classroom and used Two short legs ran out as quickly as possible.

Harry would like to thank George and Fred for their heroic actions, saving so many people from the bombing of Umbridge without affecting everyone's vacation, and they brought happiness to the students and professors of the whole school!

He wasn't worried at all (as Neville didn't look like he was going to risk contacting anyone via the Floo network), although he knew what was going to happen in a moment - but the twins had already told him, they'd told the seniors that they wanted to get on with it. Concentrate on the research of joke products, and feel that I have sufficient experience and funds. After finishing a wave of big ones in school, I plan to end the school stage of my life with a bang.

Harry tried his best to express some surprise at the time, and then agreed, saying that if there are any research issues in the future, he can continue to consult his seniors, and he will live to learn, so there is no need to be afraid.

"You're pretty much what they say," George said, laughing.

"Well." Fred echoed, "By the way, Harry, in order to thank you for your long-term support, we specially made the first membership card in our business career, the highest ruby ​​level, only one , only for you."

"That's right, little brother." George patted Harry on the shoulder, "Below you are all Gold Gallon Cards, as well as Silver Cosmic Cards and Copper Nat Cards, all of which are available after spending a certain amount. The ruby ​​card discount is terrible."

"This was taught by Sirius. He really has a lot in common with my father." Fred said.

"So they're in a division." Harry gave a smile you both knew.

So, Harry is in the hall now.Almost all the students of the school gathered here, they formed a large circle along the wall, everyone's expressions were like a wonderful painting, elated because of the twins' mischief, and worried because of their current situation—— However, anyone who cares about twins understands that such worries are completely unnecessary.

Under the eyes of many people, George and Fred had a good question-and-answer session with each other (somewhat like talking to themselves, no one could have such a tacit understanding like them): "George, I think we have grown up." No full-time education." "Yeah, I've always thought so, Fred." "Now it's time to test our talents in the real world, don't you think?" "Exactly."

Then, before George could finish speaking, the two handsomely raised their wands together and shouted, "Fly the broom!"

The bang and pop sounded so much like their powerful fireworks - and the way the broomstick broke free from its chains and shattered the gates - Harry wondered worriedly whether the thick chain on George's broom would It affected his flight, but the twins proved that he was thinking too much. They circled above the students for a while, advertising loudly.

"Anyone who wants to buy portable swamps, fireworks of any kind, joke supplies of all kinds - come to 93 Diagon Alley - that's where we are!" George and Fred said on broomsticks He laughed and said, "Hogwarts students can enjoy a discounted price as long as they swear to use our products to drive away this old bat." George added, pointing to Professor Umbridge.

A furious Umbridge mobilized her special investigative operations team, and her screaming voice did not sound like a hypocritical little girl, but the lovable twins were not threatened in any way, and even followed the floating in mid-air The two Peeves brothers said kindly: "For us, send her to hell, Peeves."

Harry watched Peeves wave his funnel-shaped hat in salute to Fred and George. He had never thought the elf so cute.Then he watched George and Fred rush out of the gate of the castle, and in the warm applause of countless students, they started a new chapter of their life full of orders and laughter.

The next few days were nothing more than a flood of tributes and admiration for the twins, proving once again to everyone that they would never meet a person in their lives who was more hated by everyone than Umbridge.

Oh, and one more thing worth mentioning: Harry asked Draco to stand face-to-face on the bow of the boat when Draco was resisting with disgust to cross the swamp with a lot of people in Filch's punt to go to the classroom. Then explore (or argue) pointless issues along the way.

"There won't be dead bodies in this portable swamp, I'm sure." Harry said firmly.

Draco argued: "According to common sense, swamps are associated with sunken corpses."

"This is not common sense, this is magic? Toy joke? They must have thought of some way to create something that resembles a swamp. After all, there will be all kinds of troubles, such as transportation?"

"Of course." Draco nodded, and was the first to step out of the punt, and Harry realized that the other party was just playing with his nonsense for a while.

But he couldn't help it.

Harry grabbed Draco's hand and stepped out of the boat into the corridor, talking and laughing as he walked towards the classroom.

However, although it is said that there are no dead bodies and rotting things in the swamp, and there will be no strange smells, a large number of students in the whole school who are fiercely competing for the newly vacated seat of troublemaker king are still using various methods to rectify Umri. strange.It doesn't matter to other Dracos, but they casually throw dung bombs and stink bombs into the corridor one after another, which is too much. Although there is no real thing, it's just gas, but the Bubble Curse is as ridiculous as a fish tank on the head okay!

Draco stood at the entrance of the corridor on the second floor, looked at the group of laughing students, and silently pulled Harry around. "There's no other way..." Harry hurriedly pulled him back, and then Draco said a shortcut that he couldn't refute: "Go down through the window, directly down the hall."

"I really admire these energetic Gryffindors." Blaise cast a Levitation Charm on himself, and then walked out the window leisurely, "Didn't they consider that the elves almost collapsed when they washed their clothes? ?”

"Almost the whole school is united now, and Peeves is going to turn upside down without watching Peeves and no one cares about him?" I don't care what he does, but if he throws that kind of thing into the auditorium during dinner again, I will do it kill him! "Pansy swears viciously at the side, because Peeves threw a pack of tarantulas into the middle of the auditorium not long ago at breakfast time.) If you want me to say that the combat effectiveness of the professors is obvious to all, what about swamp fireworks and nosebleeds? The wand thing? It's just to make Umbridge understand whose turf she's living in. Oh, and I'm hoping someone will do something to wreak havoc in her office (a Niffler just two days ago Messed up there and nearly bit off Umbridge's finger with the ring)."

"Didn't look at Umbridge's face when he saw the students who passed out, vomited, had a fever, and nosebleeds left the classroom in groups, tsk tsk, it was wonderful!"

"By the way, Harry, do you still have their quick-acting skipping candies?" Blaise asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Harry nodded and asked, "Why, you don't want to go to class either?"

Blaise shook his head: "No, I just want to do something more meaningful, such as getting a good night's sleep. I've been mentally exhausted by homework and this noisy torture recently."

"Noisy?" Draco asked back. "You can't hear anything in the cellar. It's your own soul that is noisy."

The Slytherin group walked through the soft May sunshine outside the castle, the green grass, walked to the path in front of the door, then entered the door, turned down the long underground stairs and returned to the lounge. Next, he took out several boxes of skipping candies and gave them to Blaise.

Then sit on the sofa and open a book and start thinking about it.

Harry had been wondering a lot lately - since he knew Snape hadn't stopped Neville's Occlumency lessons, was Neville really still having those dreams?If not, that's normal. It's impossible that several months of practice will have no effect at all, but from his recent observations, Neville is clearly preoccupied, and doesn't look like he is carefree and just waiting take an exam.Well, although it is impossible to be carefree before the exam, the way he looks... unless he has been dreaming, getting closer every day, opening the door, walking through the circular room full of ticking noises, and seeing rows of and saw the dusty glass spheres lined up on the shelves.

Unless he wants to dream subjectively, whether it is because he wants to know because of curiosity, or simply wants to understand for some purpose, or even wants to end it!

Then, without knowing it, Voldemort used this psychology to lure him, or them, but mainly him, to go there and help him get the fatal prophecy.

On Saturday, Slytherin beat Hufflepuff without incident in the semi-finals, and then two weeks later, on another Saturday, trying to bend over in Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw But Hagrid, who was still four feet taller than others, came to the stands and called Neville and Hermione away, and happened to meet Harry, who was late, with a look of "what's so interesting about this game" when he was leaving? The emoticon of Draco.

Harry glanced at them, smiled, turned around without saying anything, and was about to walk to the stands.

But Hagrid stopped him, and looked at him with wet canine eyes, and a sad expression on his traumatized face: "Harry, what do you know?"

Draco's light-colored eyes glanced at him meaningfully, he curled his lips into a smile, and put his gaze on Harry, listening to him say, "I don't seem to know what you're asking, sorry, but if there is anything If you have any questions or troubles, you can come to me at any time." Harry looked into Hagrid's eyes and said seriously, "After all, many things are multi-personal and multi-strength."

"Thanks, Harry." Hagrid added, sniffling, "and thanks James and Lily, oh, I should have said it to my face."

"Of course," said Harry, and said goodbye to them. "You guys are busy. We're going to watch the game."

"I've already said there's nothing to see in this match," Draco said lazily from the stands, but, five minutes after he finished saying this, Ron Weasley, whom he was least optimistic about, Spotted Bradley and saved the next goal.

"Oh," Draco froze for a second, then said sarcastically, "It seems that blind cats really run into dead mice."

Harry had been watching the game, completely assuming it was just wind that had just passed his ear.

Ten minutes later, Ginny Weasley caught the Snitch under Cho Chang's nose, and the game ended with thunderous applause from the stands, with the Gryffindor team singing Weasley is our king.

"It's not that interesting." Harry stretched, then stood up, "Is it time for dinner?"

"It's still a little bit short, but it should be soon after walking around." Draco said, looking at the sparkling black lake not far away.

The author has something to say: everything now is for the future

Thank you for your confession and love, thank you for following and waiting for a long time, um, thank you Yi Anniang and Ms. Tianyou for the mines that you voted for me, um, recently I have an idea to end on August [-]th, I will give it a try. What's up.

☆、Blood boiling Ⅲ

The good weather comes with the arrival of June, and the pace of OWLs and NEWTs exams is getting closer and closer to the fifth and seventh graders.At this time of year, the fifth and seventh graders in order to concentrate, improve their brain power and treat insomnia will lead to a thriving black market trade-of course, the sales are usually gimmicks and tricks, and dragon claw powder pretending to be dried foxes and dung. Buffy brain booster with whatever you put in the water.

"Your OWLs will last for two weeks. You will take a written test in the morning, a practical test in the afternoon, and an astronomy practical test in the evening. The transcript will be mailed in July." Snape waved his hand, and the date and time of the test appeared on the blackboard. "Any questions?"

"No, Professor." The Slytherins answered aloud as they scribbled.

"It is strictly forbidden to bring a series of speculative items such as automatic answer quill pen memory ball, detachable cufflinks and automatic error correction ink into the examination hall. Do you have any objections?"

"No, professor!"

"I don't think there's anyone who doesn't know that the most stringent anti-cheating spells are applied to the test papers, and that if you're as naive as fools to think you can escape the rules of the Wizarding Examinations Board, then I will let this make me Disgraced people die badly."

"Also, although I won't accept students with low grades into my NEWTs class, if your grades are really low, then you will be miserable as well. Understand?"

All the fifth graders trembled under Snape's eyes: "Understood, Professor."

"There are still 10 minutes before dinner." Snape looked at his watch, "I remind you of the last sentence, don't forget to eat before the exam, otherwise you will be as weak as you are now, and you will be sentenced to death without going to the battlefield."

"Yes, Professor!" This time, he yelled so loudly that the dust on the ceiling fell off.

"Very well," Snape said satisfied, "dismiss."

As soon as he went out, Pansy said to Blaise gloomily, "If the professor's 'bad' means less than excellent, then I will probably be a cheap fool to him all my life."

"As an excellent troll with a head full of slugs and a lot of weed juice, I don't think you need to waste too much time on this issue. Believe me, if Professor Snape sees you like this If you look like this, there must be more words that will make you miserable." Harry said.

On the last day before the exam, Harry put all the review books and notes during this period neatly on the table, and then opened the letters in front of him-James and Lily, Sirius and Regulus Si's, Remus', Lucius' and Narcissa's.

Most of them simply stated the status of their exams in the letter to prove that there was nothing to worry about in the exam (Lily told him to take a deep breath, and Grandma Bathilda told him that if he did not do well in the History of Magic exam, then don't Counting on the afternoon tea accompanied by Miaomiao during the summer vacation), and then wishing them good results.Harry looked at Draco who was also reading the letter, and opened the last letter - the words on the envelope were written by Sirius, but when he opened the letter paper, the first thing he saw was the very familiar free and easy handwriting.

[Your mother forbids me to tell you in my letters, ah, yes—any word about our skills, but as I urged you to read in those letters before, your father and me, your godfather, and your uncle have no skills at all It can be passed on to you (of course it’s not because we can’t do it, but because the test is more anti-cheating).In fact, to be honest, there is nothing to cheat, just like it was for us back then, I think it must be very simple for you. ]

Harry smiled, looking down at another of the fluid, ornate forms he was familiar with.

[James said that he will take you to eat delicious food when you come back. We plan to have another meal after he treats you to eat... let’s not talk about this, he is right, this exam is not a big deal for you, just perform normally, So was Draco.Oh yeah, and other things too, take a deep breath and relax, and trust yourself, Harry, as we trust you. ]

In comparison, Regulus' style of painting is much more normal, he just told Harry not to be nervous very seriously, and then talked about the matter of taking them to eat delicious food when he came back... It made Harry think deeply about himself What kind of impression is it in their hearts.

"Going to dinner?" He saw Draco put away the letter, and leaned over to ask.

Draco looked at him and smiled, apparently the letter also wrote something the same as Harry: "Let's go."

After dinner, many college students chose to stay and review for a while. Harry and Draco originally wanted to go back to the common room, but Pan Xila stayed to test her spell theory, and Draco I flipped through Blaise's book next to me.

The two left the Great Hall just in time to see Umbridge respectfully following at the feet of a small group of elderly-looking wizards, and Harry and Draco happened to hear one of them as they descended the stairs. The witch with a loud voice refuted Umbridge's statement that "the Ministry of Magic will catch Dumbledore soon": "I doubt it very much. If Dumbledore doesn't want to be discovered, it will be impossible to catch him." To him! I still remember that when he took the NEWTs exam, I was the one who took his Transfiguration and Charms, and he used his wand to do things I had never seen before."

Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry as he watched the backs of Neville, Ron, and Hermione lumbering up the marble stairs.

"Do you want to read a little bit tonight?" Harry said, "I'm a little sleepy after a full meal."

"Then take a shower and sleep," Draco said.

On the second day, which was the first day of the exam, the fifth and seventh graders sat in the auditorium filled with small tables, quietly waiting for the exam to start.Professor McGonagall, who was mainly in charge of proctoring the exam, turned the huge hourglass upside down and announced the official start of the exam.

From the first exam on the theory of charms, Harry felt that he was in a good state - those problems were not a problem for him at all, and the practice was also true. The magic power was guided to flow out of the wand as naturally as blood flowing in the blood vessels .Transfiguration, herbal medicine, Defense Against the Dark Arts, potions, protection of magical creatures, astronomy, divination—he writes in the morning and curses in the afternoon. He feels so good about himself that he can get excellent in all subjects at once.

... Hahahaha, of course, this is just a thought, not to mention other things, at least divination is likely to be a pass.

The only thing Harry knew, though, was that if he could get good grades, Draco would be no worse than him.

The only thing that affected his mood during this period was that last Friday, who knew who brought a Niffler into Umbridge's office. Who is the matter, Umbridge will only suspect one person... and will soon take action to gain power... Umbridge's attitude has been obvious since the last sniff incident, especially her Now monopolizing power is even more disregarding the rules.

Thursday, eleven o'clock at night.It was a clear, windless night, perfect for an astronomy exam, and Harry stared at the sky through the telescope, then filled in his blank star chart.

In addition to the sky full of stars, he also saw Umbridge leading the five people along the path all the way to Hagrid's cabin. On such a quiet night, Fang Fang's low barking easily broke the original sound. quiet.

Harry quickly filled in the star map according to the sky (During the few minutes, Hagrid's roar spread throughout the playground, and when Harry put down the pen, everyone had already come out of Hagrid's hut with a loud noise, They form a circle in front of the door, with Hagrid in the middle).Thanks Prongs Padfoot Moon Face!He thought wildly, and then lightly bumped into Draco next to him. Draco easily understood Harry's meaning in such a dark environment, and then gave a soft "hmm".

"Hand in," Harry yelled, throwing the quill carelessly as six streaks of red light hit Hagrid.

"No!" Hermione yelled.

"Oh! Merlin!" Professor Tofty looked down from the Astronomy Tower in shock.

Thanks to Merlin, Hagrid is a physically strong half-giant.

Harry shoved the horoscope into the hands of Professor Tofty, who hadn't realized what he said, and hurried downstairs.When he reached the landing, he seemed to have heard Professor Tofty call his name twice—but Harry couldn't care less, he rushed down the spiral staircase of the Astronomy Tower, his heart speeding up, and when he passed When the passage returned to the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, seeing Fang from the window was put to the ground by the Stunning Curse, Hagrid roared furiously, lifted the murderer into the air and threw it out.The man looked as if he flew ten feet away and never got up again.

Panting heavily, Harry couldn't care about anything else, and went straight to the nearest window with a "split"!When he jumped out of the window, he was even wondering if Draco would know how to make up for him when he came down later, to recover or something.

Despite the magical protection, Harry still felt like he was going to be torn apart the moment he fell to the ground.Although the rolling was cushioned, the force of the high-altitude fall still made his feet numb, and his heart pounded loudly like a drum in his chest, making him even doubt whether he had a heart attack.

He slowed his breathing and heartbeat, but within a second he gave up and ran fast, even stumbling twice at first, almost falling to the ground - the front door opened again, more lights were projected Into the dark grass, a long shadow was undulating like a wave across the grass alone.Professor McGonagall was running at full speed to the scene of the fight next to Hagrid's cabin.

"How dare you!" she shouted as she ran, "how dare you!"

Harry ran to her as fast as he could!

"Let go of him! Let go, listen to me!" Professor McGonagall's voice was heard far away in the dark silence, "Why do you attack him? He didn't do anything, didn't do anything to give you a reason to treat him like this -"

Harry's roaring ears seemed to hear the screams of many people on top of the tower.

"Armor protection!" he yelled. "There are many obstacles! Armor protection!!!"

The author has something to say: Thanks to LisaEvaner for the mine and the long comments with a lot of words, okay.

I’m slowly researching things related to book publishing, but the most important thing at the moment is the end hahaha (after that, it’s the revision haha)

☆、Blood boiling Ⅳ

An invisible protection towered in front of Professor McGonagall. She turned her head because she heard Harry's roar, and watched Harry staggered sharply with surprise and doubt in her eyes, and then fell to the ground.

Harry really wanted to add another spell or greet Professor McGonagall, but he was already lying on the ground with his head down, and Harry struggled to raise his head to get up—the red light hit the barrier in front of him and exploded Countless sparks opened, turning his eyes all red.

"Coward!" Hagrid in the distance roared and attacked like a mad lion when the men in black shot the stun spell at Professor McGonagall. His arms were thicker than the troll's club, Knocking out the two men in black closest to him in one fell swoop, "Despicable cowards! Use this-such-" Although he couldn't find the words to swear, his voice was like an old bell ringing , Boom boom boom spread far.

His voice came clearly to the top of the tower, and the lights flickered again in several places in the castle.

Professor McGonagall lifted Harry up, glanced across the Astronomy Tower, and then at the unclear battlefield in the distance.

Hagrid bent down and wrapped his limp Fang around his neck, then gave Umbridge a hard "pooh" before turning and running - Umbridge cast a final stun spell behind him, but Missed - Hagrid had disappeared into the night.

Professor McGonagall snorted coldly, took Harry's arm and turned around and walked towards the castle. Her hands were firmly on Harry's shoulders, letting Harry walk in front of him.And Harry wanted to say something several times, or look back at her, but for some reason, he walked all the way back to the castle without saying the words that had been lingering in his heart.

Out of that tense state, his chest ached like the big guys on the Slytherin Quidditch team had punched him, and he walked all the way trying to calm his panting, ears buzzing. Ming caused him not to hear what Professor McGonagall asked him.

"The exam is over?" Professor McGonagall asked again, and by this time they had already walked up the steps in front of the castle gate.

"Huh?" said Harry. "Oh, it's probably fine."

Professor McGonagall nodded and didn't say anything else. She stood still at the bottom of the underground stairs: "Go back, isn't there a History of Magic exam tomorrow?" Her voice was very soft, but Harry could clearly hear the fatigue in it, he Looking at Professor McGonagall, she felt that the simple pajamas made her shoulders no longer look so stiff, and the no longer meticulously coiled hair made her look more like a kind neighbor than a rigid and strict professor.

"Good night, Professor McGonagall." Harry somehow began to comfort her, "Don't worry, everything will be fine, whether it's Hagrid or the school."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry fixedly (Harry had never noticed that there were such deep lines at the corners of her eyes), and suddenly laughed: "To be honest, I should be the one to calm your emotions, Potter." She finished Sighing again, he looked at a corner of the hall, "No matter what, I hope the future will be as good as your grades."

"Huh?" Harry felt as if he understood something.

"Thank you very much for tonight." McGonagall glanced at Harry again, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder twice, "However, if you leave the examination room early without organization and discipline next time, use unconventional If you don’t go downstairs, I will deduct points.”

Harry blinked, a little dazed, and it took a long time before he said "Oh", "I will try my best to ensure that there will be no next time, Professor." He said not so sure.

"Yeah." Mag nodded not so concerned, "Go back."

She kept watching Harry until his figure was swallowed up by the dark underground corridor.

And Harry didn't know that after the exam, everyone was talking about what happened just now all the way back to the lounge from the Astronomy Tower, and the probability of him appearing was far higher than that of Hagrid and Professor McGonagall, second only to the pair Umbridge's rant.Most of the night they never got tired of it, they spent most of the night telling people they knew how "he" rushed out from beside him, and how he jumped off the stairs——

"What a pity you didn't see his spells! I bet Harry Potter gets excellent in both spells and Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Ron Weasley.

"Fantastic speed. He used someone else's