A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 295: Assignment

, update the latest chapter of a certain Hogwarts rune professor as soon as possible!

When Hermione came out of the office, she was still in a daze.

While the professor didn't say so, the implication was pretty clear that Sirius Black was innocent, or, at least as far as Harry was concerned, harmless.

She didn't know whether to tell Harry, but she didn't know the truth, and telling it would only add to the annoyance, and she was already annoyed enough. As the Easter holiday approached, the professors of various subjects invariably increased their homework, and Hermione felt as busy as a spinning top.

The Time-Turner is used to the extreme by her, but even so, she inevitably misses some lessons.

Hermione was a little thankful that the dueling self-study group was temporarily cancelled, because Harry focused all his attention on the daily Quidditch training, and discussed various tactics with Wood during the daily intervals, and the homework could only be done in pieces. completed in time.

This caused the quality of Harry's papers to drop all the way, but fortunately he was not the only one who was scolded.

Harry and Draco Malfoy were called to the Transfiguration professor's office, "Gentlemen, I know you're preparing for the Quidditch final, but that's not an excuse to mess up your homework." Professor Ge said with a straight face.

Yeah, the Quidditch final, Harry thought in a daze, tomorrow is the first day of the Easter holiday, and the first Saturday after the holiday is the game between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

He came back to his senses and stared at Draco Malfoy, who was showing a provocative look on his pale face with obvious dark circles under his eyes. This is just a microcosm of the tension between the two colleges and the two teams. Recently, the conflict between the lion and the snake is almost on the surface.

Draco's eyes flashed a gloomy look. He was under a lot of pressure in the team and was regarded as a disruptor that slowed down Porter's attack speed. , he lost his temper.

He wrote to his family to inquire about the price of the Firebolt, but his father rarely turned him down, it was worth seven Nimbus than his entire team

The sum of 2001 is even more expensive, he is a little unbelievable, who gave it to Potter?

Not a stupid admirer of Potter.

"...It's never been like this before, two students are still in the hospital, leeks keep coming out of their ears, and seven people are in confinement..." Professor McGonagall's voice seemed to be regarded as a gunpowder-smelling exchange of sight by the two. The background sound, and obviously, McGonagall also discovered this.

She said angrily: "Go ahead, I'll only say this once, but if you don't restrain yourself..." She blushed and hesitated for a long time, but insisted: "I will put you in confinement , Yes, before the finals! I will discuss it with Severus."

Harry quickly assured Professor McGonagall, Draco's expression also softened, he squeezed a smile at Harry, Harry tried not to say anything sarcastic, and shook hands with him.

Come out of the Transfiguration classroom, the two people who were leaning against each other far apart, Draco snorted contemptuously, turned and left. Harry returned to the common room, just in time to hear Seamus yelling: "Is this also called a holiday? It's still far away from the exam!"

Going over to take a look, they found that they were counting the homework left by each subject.

Dean Thomas snapped his fingers, and he had been counting for a long time: "... History of Magic, three two-foot papers; Potions, three papers, one of which was three feet, Snape's brain It must have been flooded! The topic is—let me see—appreciation of the improved formula of Wolfsbane potion..."

Dean cursed a curse word in a low voice, and said in a grievance: "The final exam is not taken, why are we asked to write this stuff?" Show off your research results."

Harry couldn't agree with him any more, and Dean went on: "...Transfiguration class, two papers, and transfiguration exercises; Astronomy class, twelve astrological charts..."

He heard a retching sound next to him, turned his head and saw that it was Neville, and he said palely, "Sorry, I'm a little nauseous..."

The twins leaned over and asked, "Would you like some refreshment?"

Harry looked puzzled and said, "Isn't this for a cold?"

Madam Pomfrey's forte is the refreshing potion, which has an immediate effect on colds and flus. The only downside is that after drinking this potion, the ears will continue to smoke for the next few hours.

"We improved it to make it worthy of its name," Fred said with a smile, "I'll try it for you." He took out a piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth. "We made it solid, It's easy to carry, so you can take it in class. Well, it's a bit unpalatable, George, write it down, you can change it to fruit flavor..."

"Got it, buddy," said George with a grin. He took over the commentary job and said to the group of young wizards: "You'll be in high spirits for the next few hours, except for a little aftereffect..."

"Whoah!"

Fred seems to have been hit by something, a puff of white smoke came out of his ears, and a loud siren sounded from his mouth. He said energetically: "See if you can relieve fatigue immediately, a worry-free, Sincerely seven Sickles."

Dean was very interested in this, and Harry looked at the homework piled up on the table, and was also a little moved. At this time, many little wizards had gathered around and squeezed him outside. After queuing for five minutes, he found that every two minutes, Fred would beat the time and let out a whistle, as if he was Like imitating a train.

He considered it again and again, but retreated and found Ron and Hermione in the corner. Hermione's eyes were a little red, and she yawned in small mouths. He felt that Hermione needed more refreshment, or refreshment candy.

She was writing and drawing on a piece of parchment. Harry looked down and saw that it was a final review plan.

After a while, Hermione finally got busy with the task at hand, biting her quill: "I should make the most of the Easter vacation, I've already finished my homework for History of Magic and Astronomy—"

Ron said in surprise: "Didn't you finish the ancient rune homework first every time?"

"The professor waived my homework, saying there was no need to waste time," said Hermione.

Ron let out a wail, "How can this be... I still count on referring to your paper!"

"Actually," Hermione said with a straight face, "the top ten on the parchment list were all exempted from homework."

Ron's eyes turned to Harry, his eyes full of anticipation, Harry shrugged his shoulders, "I have to train for most of the holiday~IndoMTL.com~ We have the advantage, but we may be overturned. This It's the worst possible situation—Wood finally went crazy."

"Okay, I'll write it and I'll lend it to you." Ron sighed.

Hermione snorted, but she didn't say anything, just stood up and walked out of the lounge. After a while, she came back yawning, looking even more tired.

Harry continued the topic just now, "It's a bit strange to say, Professor McGonagall no longer forbids me to go out..."

Hermione shuddered and woke up.

"What's wrong with you, Hermione?" Harry looked at her strangely, "Do you know the reason?"

"No, it's another matter, I'm not sure yet." Hermione said hesitantly, "I have something to tell you when the Quidditch match is over."

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The next morning.

Felix dressed up and went to the award ceremony.