Chapter 155: Preparation before the exam

Time flies, people always yearn for an exciting life, but do not know that the ordinary daily life is the most precious treasure.
It's time to go into June, the day becomes sultry and clear and cloudless. Everyone just wants to take a walk outdoors, take a few pints of iced pumpkin juice and lie down on the grass, maybe play a stone throwing game or watch The giant squid went forward dreamily on the lake.
But few students do this. As the examination approached, the students not only could not spend their time lazily outdoors, but also had to stay in the castle, enduring the temptation of the summer wind blowing from the window, forcing their brains to work hard.
"Why do I have to stay in a dull library in this kind of weather to read the boring textbooks written by these boring old men!" Pansy left the textbook on his side for the eleventh time, complaining and using it Looking forward to Malfoy, he didn't know what to expect. Maybe he wanted Malfoy to relieve her?
"Mr. Sigmund Bach might cry secretly in the grave when he hears your title." Malfoy closed the "Magic Book: The Book of Potions" sympathetically.
"Professor Snape gave us water in the Black Magic Defense class. There is no problem if the history of magic does not pass. The teacher of the Magical Biology Protection class also looks very kind..." Pansy began to index with his hands at this time. Which courses are easier to pass.
"The old lady in the metamorphosis class is the most serious. She never puts out water, so she has to spend more time. I listened to the curse class very seriously this semester. There should be no problem. There is also a divination class..." Pan Xi said so quietly. It seems that after a lap like this, she has no fear of these exams.
"Fortune-telling class?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows before saying, "I thought you gave up this class."
"Hmm..." Pansy paused, as if thinking, and then whispered: "Actually, I think Professor Te Ni Launi is still quite interesting sometimes."
"Okay, then it seems that I can have a little magic stick to help me with my fortune-telling." Malfoy said with a smile.
"You are awesome! That's called a prophecy! It's valid." Pansy hurriedly retorted as if he was stabbed in the foot.
"Well, Ms. Pansy, who is about to become a big prophet. Please forgive this rude and ignorant person in front of you. Please ask the great prophet to guide me as a lost lamb." Malfoy blinked, mixed and touted A little humorous tone said.
Pansy's face flushed suddenly.
"Okay, no kidding." Malfoy's expression was full, and then his tone changed to serious: "Review well, and wait until you have time to teach you to practice. Professor McGonagall's deformation test is not that simple."
"Okay," Pancila said with a long tail, and was forced to look at the hard and obscure books at the table again.
It's just that the prophecy class was just mentioned. Pansy's mood is far from being as light as her face, but a bit heavy.
She still remembers the prophecy made by the nagging middle-aged woman about the unknown signs about Malfoy, which is a key reason why she insisted on going to the prophecy class.
Pansy also wanted to hear more about him.
She could tell by herself that sometimes this woman’s nervous speech could not be taken seriously, but when she would have more weird than usual, her eyes were turning, her tone was deep, and her voice seemed to be full of photography The magical power of human soul, the only metaphor Pansy can make, may be the singing of Siren, what Professor Trelawney said at that moment, even if it is nonsense, it always has convincing power.
"Away from the boy who came with you last time, his future is chaotic, faintly bleeding, and disaster is unknown." Professor Trelawney often warned Pansy in this way, his eyes were clear and divine. , But every time Pansy questioned, the teacher would return to that confused look, staring at Pansy with her eyes magnified several times by the glasses, and touching her head and asking confusedly: "I just What did you do?"
But Pansy wouldn't say this to Malfoy. She would rather these are just her wishful thinking with that teacher's nonsense.
But out of anxiety about the future, there is an invisible driving force that drives Pansy to continue to listen to this professor's course.
"There is nothing wrong with being careful," Pansy said to himself in his heart.
"That's your retribution for copying homework." At the same time, Hermione looked at the two boys in front of her with a serious face, and Crookshanks also climbed onto the sofa, waving his paw to his mouth. In front, yawned, as if echoing his master's words.
In the Gryffindor lounge, the fireplace in the corner of the rotunda has been extinguished for a long time, because it is summer, and there is a blanket embroidered with a symbol of the Gryffindor lion hanging on the fireplace. The chairs were scattered around the corners, but no one sat on it.
Most students still think that reviewing in the library is more atmosphere, and the comfortable common room should be a breeding ground for depravity.
Harry and Ron faced the book in front of them with bitter faces. They chose to stay here just to make it easier for Hermione to make up for them.
The time converter was confiscated before the exam, and the selected courses were cancelled a lot, so the consequence of following is that Hermione is no longer so busy, and can even take the time to give her two friends who are not "contended". In class, they make up for the mistakes they made before.
"Ron! Tell me, the shrunken fig is an important component of the potion." Hermione now had a wand in her hand and pounded on the mahogany low table in front of Ron with a serious expression.
"I'm now wondering if you are related to Professor McGonagall." Ron leaned his head away, moaning a little. "Then say, "Sorry, I forgot. "
"Last time, Harry and I didn't take the time to help you cut this medicinal material." Hermione sighed and looked at him helplessly before prompting.
"Constriction Elixir!" Ron snapped his fingers and said as if he was awake at first. With the help of the scene, Ron immediately recalled it.
"Well, where did the best specimen of shrunken figs in the world be found?" Hermione continued to question ~EbookFREE.me~ Ron's voice immediately jammed again.
"Nordic?" Ron asked tentatively.
"Well, I can only say that you are really far away. It may be an extravagance to pass the exam, not to mention Snape, who likes to target both of you." Hermione looked at Luo with sympathetic eyes. Eh, then unabashedly said the cruel reality, "Remember, Albania." Hermione added word by word.
And Harry and Ron can only taste their bitter fruits, doing their best efforts here.
And they found that Snape wasn’t happy that he could substitute in the Black Magic Defense class, and even said that the more gloomy, he did not let the opportunity to make them difficult at all times, as long as he saw Harry, thin A muscle next to his lips twisted unpleasantly, and he kept flexing his fingers, as if wishing to choke Harry's throat.
Time is fair, and it will not slow down because some students are not ready for their course review. It is so sensible and ruthless.
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