Rebirth of the Harry Potter Chapter 488

It's the last weekend of May, it's June, and then after a week of final exams, oh no, they don't need final exams in fifth grade, they have two weeks of .Ls exams, and then they Announcing the end of Harry, Hermione and their fifth grade studies.

All the professors at Hogwarts recently stopped assigning homework to the fifth graders. Basically all class time is spent reviewing the questions that the professors think are most likely to appear in the exam. Occasionally the professor will suddenly wake up by hitting the blackboard. All the students who bowed their heads to study (not excluding students who were sleeping lazily on the table), then said with excitement and happiness that they suddenly remembered that the knowledge of so-and-so magic must be tested and must be firmly memorized.

I have to say that this scene is very similar to the situation of Muggles sitting in class a few days before the college entrance examination.

This focused, anxious atmosphere almost made the students feel as if everything had disappeared from Hogwarts except the .Ls exams, and even Hermione had temporarily given up on managing the "No Cruelty to Our Magical Creatures" that cost her so much. Friends and a movement to improve her legal status", and specially appointed Zhang Qiu as the acting president to take care of all the affairs of the association for her, including but not limited to knitting sweaters for house-elves, and house-children in the Hogwarts kitchen. Elves promoting the concept of "freedom, awakening", developing association members, submitting written reports to the Ministry of Magic on the status of house-elves...

With so many tasks on the shoulders of Zhang Qiu, a seventeen-year-old flower girl, Zhang Qiu accepted it indifferently...

It was as if she, who was the president's secretary, did not do these jobs before.

However, although it is an important task for the fifth graders to study hard, it does not reduce their crazy enthusiasm when the Quidditch final is coming. Therefore, they look forward to it even more. They subconsciously hope to release all the pressure and forget all the dullness and unhappiness in reality by participating in this carnival party, a hysterical cry.

No wonder a seventh-year student said: "The Quidditch final in fifth grade must be the most memorable time at Hogwarts."

So, today, a sunny, warm and cozy day.

The Quidditch final is here.

Early in the morning, the noisy sound in the auditorium did not stop. Everyone was discussing today's game. The cheerleaders prepared banners that would glow, streamers to be waved, and small flying fireworks.

But I'm afraid half of the voices were contributed by the fifth graders, who were laughing and talking at a higher decibel than usual, looking eagerly engaged, trying to pretend to be relaxed, trying to make themselves forget about themselves soon what to face.

But the deeply suppressed melancholy between the eyebrows can still reveal the urgency and urgency in their hearts.

In this atmosphere as if a little spark could detonate an oil barrel depot, the two figures walked side by side.

The dull and depressed expressions of the surrounding classmates didn't seem to affect them at all, and the boy among them sighed "unintentionally" after glancing for four weeks: "Alas, there are still a few days. The Ls exam is about to start, I feel Time is so fast, how did that song sing: Time slow down, don't let the LS exam come..."

They walked between tables in Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

The fifth graders on both sides, hearing this, couldn't maintain the appearance they were trying to maintain, their faces collapsed, and they were no longer in the mood to discuss Quidditch. They seemed to hear the sound of an arrow being stabbed in their hearts. .

It's not over yet.

The boy said in anguish again: "Hermione, you've been studying so hard recently, and it's putting me under a lot of pressure. I feel like the throne of the best student is going to be unstable. Second."

Dozens of eyes that wanted to eat people were stuck on the boy's face, but he didn't blink his eyelids.

After all, Hermione was kind and didn't want to hurt the self-confidence of her classmates. They had been taking classes together for five years, and they were so familiar with them. Who would have the nerve to deliberately trick them and see their bitter faces... Harry is a beast. of. So Hermione smiled slightly, put her hand gently on Harry's waist, and dragged him out of the auditorium.

After the two left, the scene just now suddenly sighed.

"Well, Potter and Granger's animals."

"Bullying people naked."

"Who said it wasn't, they were too arrogant, not just because of their good looks, more fans, and better grades... If I were them..."

"What do you do?"

"Hey, I just learn how to walk with crabs."

"get out."

outside the auditorium.

Harry and Hermione hurried towards the old Quidditch pitch against the breeze.

Harry's face was serious: "Seriously, Hermione, you've been working too hard lately. If your grades are better than I am, I'd say, but if you don't, it looks like you're at a disadvantage."

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, squinting.

"Eat my fault."

Hermione had abstained from **** for a long time in order to take the Ls exam. She also slept in separate rooms with Harry, Zhang Qiu and Astoria, and read every night with the lights on. The den is Ghost Tim Coffee.

Helena and Hermione have deepened their relationship after a period of in-depth communication alone.

During breakfast, Helena often prepared a small stove for Hermione to supplement nutrition, with her kind look, concerned expression, and gentle eyes.

Every time Harry saw this scene, he had a taste for it. As for whose taste, whether it was Hermione's or a mere ghost, he couldn't tell.

Hey, Harry, your name is Aquaman.

"Let's talk shit." Knowing that Harry couldn't hear anything good, Hermione blushed and her hands were hard.

In fact, she was really not used to it in the past two months.

At night, the blanket always feels a little cold and empty, as if a warm chest is missing. When I wake up in the morning, my legs rub for a long time, and I can no longer rub against Zhang Qiu's long, slippery legs. I really miss it. Of course, these Hermiones would never tell Harry.

"I'll drop Merlin." As soon as Hermione made a move, Harry immediately wailed, "When did you have this bad habit, it's a bad habit of Muggle women, don't learn it any more."

"Oh, I'm not a Muggle woman." Hermione sneered.

"How can they compare with you? You have long since left the common man and evolved into an old witch who mastered the seventy-two curses." Harry chuckled.

No woman was willing to listen to her being called an old witch, Hermione immediately gritted her teeth and said, "You are the old witch... You are the old witch man, no, the old dirty man."

"I'm not, I'm a good young man of the era who is trying to complete the third child and make outstanding contributions to solving the aging problem of wizards in the British wizarding world."

"yue~~"

The two of them wrapped their arms around each other's waists, with a friendly attitude, and at the same time, they kept bickering and merged into the crowd that rushed to the venue together.

Chapter end