Chapter 1,122

The next day before breakfast, Harry and Ron met Hermione and Fanlin in the common room. Seeing that everyone had arrived, in order to seek some substantive evidence for his theory, Harry couldn't wait to put himself in Hogwarts. Everything he overheard from Malfoy on the express train was told to everyone.

"He's obviously showing off to Parkinson, isn't he?" Ron said before Hermione could say anything.

"Well," she said uncertainly, "I don't know... It seems like Malfoy wants to make himself more important than he actually is... but this lie is too big..."

"Exactly," Harry said, but he couldn't go on because there were so many people trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, not to mention how many people were staring at him and whispering behind his back.

It seemed that Malfoy was no longer working for Voldemort, and Harry's words could only confirm Fanlin's thoughts.

"Let's not talk about this for now." Fan Lin said, "No matter what Malfoy plans to do, there is no doubt that in Hogwarts, in fact, there are still many supporters of Voldemort. They come from the Death Eaters." They are disciples’ families, but Dumbledore obviously doesn’t intend to do anything to them. Even Voldemort once went to school here, didn’t he?”

Hearing words like Voldemort not only made people shiver, but those eavesdroppers...

"Pointing is so rude," Ron snapped at a particularly thin first-year boy as they joined the group preparing to climb out of the portrait hole. The boy who was muttering about Harry to his friends quickly blushed and fell out of the portrait hole in panic. Ron chuckled.

Obviously, he experienced Percy's pleasure, and he was fair in his words...

"I love being a sixth grader. And we'll have a lot of free time this year. There's a whole block of time to just sit here and relax."

"We need to spend this time studying, Ron!" Hermione said as they set off down the corridor.

"Yes, but not today." Ron said. "I think I need to have a good sleep today."

"Stop!" Hermione stretched out her arm to stop a passing fourth grade student. The man held a gray-green disc tightly in his hand and tried to pass her. "Fang Frisbees are prohibited. Hand them in."

Hermione told him sternly. The boy sadly handed over the barking Frisbee, slipped under Hermione's arm and followed his friend.

Ron waited for him to disappear and immediately pulled the Frisbee from Hermione's hand. "Awesome! I've always wanted this!"

Hermione's protest was drowned out by a burst of giggles; Lavender Brown obviously found Ron's words very funny. She walked past them with a smile and glanced back at Ron. Ron looked pleased with himself.

Well, if possible, Fanlin always felt that there would be some story in this, but in fact, in the year of the Yule Ball, the first target for Ron was Lavender, but at that time Lavender did not No answer.

"I thought, Ron, maybe you could consider it."

"What to consider?"

"To take the time to fall in love, I feel that there may not be much time left for us." Fan Lin said.

"Oh, forget it, like you and Hermione?" Ron looked at Fan Lin and Hermione with a look of disdain. Obviously, the two people getting along had deeply hurt Ron.

The ceiling of the auditorium is a tranquil blue, dotted with thin wispy clouds. Like the squares of sky they saw through the tall skylights. While enjoying porridge, eggs and ham, Harry and Ron told Verlin and Hermione about their embarrassing conversation with Hagrid the night before.

"But he can't really think that we want to continue taking care of magical creatures!" Hermione looked a little distressed. "I mean, when have any of us ever shown... you know... a little bit of enthusiasm?"

"But that's the problem, isn't it?" Fan Lin swallowed an omelette in one bite. "We work the hardest in class because we like Hagrid. But he thinks we like this...well, slightly silly class. This gives Hagrid the illusion of...anyway...you Who would expect anyone to continue studying N.E.W.T.? Oh, of course, there are still some, but that was a long time ago, and the author of the Care of Magical Creatures book, well, of course, is not the one who can Biting, but he is in the United States now. Obviously, Dumbledore did not invite him back..."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't answer; but the answer was obvious. It was clear to them that no one in this year group would want to continue taking Care of Magical Creatures.

When Hagrid left the table ten minutes later, they avoided his eyes and returned his cheery wave nonchalantly.

After eating, they sat and waited for Professor McGonagall to come down from the staff table. The work of distributing the course schedule this year is more complicated than before, because Professor McGonagall first needs to confirm that everyone has achieved the necessary O.W.L.s in the N.E.W.T courses of their choice.

This is good news. In view of the previous results of Fanlin and Hermione, Hogwarts said that they can directly apply for N.E.W.T...

This saved Fan Lin a lot of effort. In fact, Hermione was the only one who was seriously reviewing during the entire holiday, while Fan Lin was more into a feverish state of playing with alchemy. But in fact, Hogwart There was no subject about alchemy here, which caused Fleur to keep teasing, saying that Fanlin was more like a Beauxbatons student, and also said that Gabrielle missed him and Hermione very much.

However, it is not wrong to say that he is a student of Beauxbatons. He studied alchemy with Nicolas Flamel, and Nicolas Flamel can represent the entire Beauxbatons. There is nothing objectionable about this.

But apart from what happened later, the previous words made Ginny and Hermione very angry.

What is a Beauxbatons student? Oh well, Fleur is one, but she's still so... annoying?

Under the instruction of Professor McGonagall, although this made Hermione a little discouraged because there was no test to prove her strength, considering that Hermione's grades have been excellent in all subjects since she entered school, this does not seem to be the case. Not that important.

Hermione recovered quickly, and then decided to continue studying Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes and Potions, so she immediately ran to class. A section of ancient magic text.

Fan Lin felt a little... well, as he grew older, Fan Lin soon discovered that his nature was not that hard-working. It can be said that a lazy cancer patient in the late stage, if not for the encouragement of Comrade Lao Fu, As well as a lot of troubles, Fanlin felt that Xianyu's life was pretty good.

It's impossible to work or anything like that, so I probably just rely on hugging my thighs to support myself...

"Are you sure?" Professor McGonagall looked at Master Fan Lin's poor classes on the timetable, "Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration?"

"Uh..." Fan Lin felt a little apprehensive, "Uh, there is another ancient magic text, I forgot to add it just now."

"Okay, there are also potions and herbal medicine classes in Ancient Magic Texts, right?" Professor McGonagall looked at Fan Lin quietly.

"No... no problem..." Fan Lin cried sadly...

It took Neville a little longer to sort it out; when Professor McGonagall lowered her head to look at his application and checked the O.W.L.s results, there was a worried look on his round face.

"Herbology class, okay," she said. "Professor Sprout will be pleased to see you return to her class with an 'Excellent' O.W.L.s, and you can continue studying Defense Against the Dark Arts as your results are 'Exceeding Expectations'. But the problem is Transfiguration. I'm sorry, Longbottom, a 'pass' is not good enough for you to continue studying at the N.E.W.T level. I just don't think you are capable of handling this class."

Neville hung his head. Professor McGonagall stared at him through her square glasses. "But why do you want to continue learning transfiguration? My impression is that you don't particularly like it."

Neville looked miserable and muttered something that sounded like "my grandma wishes."

"Humph," Professor McGonagall scoffed. "Your grandma should have learned to be proud of her grandson, and not what she thought her grandson should be - especially after what happened at Hogwarts."

Neville blushed and blinked in confusion; Professor McGonagall had never complimented him before.

"I'm sorry, Longbottom, but I can't let you into my N.E.W.T class. However, I saw that you got 'Exceeds Expectations' in Charms - why not try N.E.W.T level Charms?"

"Grandma thinks Charms is boring," muttered Neville.

"Then take the Charms class," Professor McGonagall said. "I will write to Augusta to remind her that she cannot conclude that this course is of no value just because she failed the Charms O.W.L.s exam. Didn't see Ai Did you, the little brat, choose the Charms class?" She looked at Neville's doubtful face with a smile, picked up a blank curriculum and tapped it with her wand, then handed it to him. At this time, it had detailed information on it. His new course was written all over the place.

Professor McGonagall then turned to Parvati Patil. Her first question was whether Firenze - that handsome centaur - was still teaching divination classes.

"He and Professor Trelawney are co-teaching the course this year," Professor McGonagall said with a hint of disapproval; everyone knew she looked down on Divination.

"Professor Trelawney will teach the sixth grade class." Five minutes later, Parvati looked a little dejected and set off for the divination class.

"So, Potter, Potter..." Professor McGonagall turned to Harry while consulting the records. "Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Transfiguration... no problem. I must say, I'm very satisfied with your Transfiguration score, Potter, very satisfied. So, why don't you apply to continue studying Magic?" What about medicine class? I remember your ambition is to be an Auror?"

"Yes, but you told me that O.W.L.s must be 'Excellent', Professor."

"This was the case when Professor Snape taught this class. However, Professor Slughorn is willing to accept students who get 'exceeding expectations' in their O.W.L.s. Do you want to continue studying Potions?"

"Uh... yes," Harry said quickly. There had already been an example of Fan Lin before, and the course was doubled immediately. Harry didn't want to add an ancient magic text or something, "But I didn't buy the magic text." Textbooks and ingredients for medicine classes..."

"I'm sure Professor Slughorn can lend you some," said Professor McGonagall. "Very well, Potter, here's your timetable. Oh, and by the way - 0 people have signed up to be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I'll give you the list as scheduled, You can choose a time to arrange the selection.”

After a few minutes Ron had settled into the same class as Harry, and they both left the table.

In fact, there was Fan Lin, but after the magic text class was temporarily added, Fan Lin had already chased Hermione out.

"Look," Ron looked at the class schedule happily, "It's okay now, not after morning recess... still not after lunch... great."

The two of them returned to the common room, which was empty except for a dozen seventh-year students. Katie Bell was also there. She was the last remaining member of the Quidditch team that Harry had joined in his first year. a member.

"I knew you were going to get it, well done," she shouted, pointing to the captain's badge on Harry's chest. "Tell me when you are going to start the selection!"

"Don't be stupid," Harry said, "You don't need to participate in the selection. I have watched you play for five years..."

"You can't start that," she warned him. "There's no telling if there's someone outside the team who can play better than me. The captain only uses old faces or covers his friends to come in. This is how a good team is ruined..."

Ron looked a little disturbed at this and started playing with the Fang Frisbee that Hermione had confiscated from the fourth year students. It was circling the common room, growling and trying to bite the tapestries.

Crookshanks stared at it with his yellow eyes and hissed when it came near. An hour later they reluctantly left the sunlit common room and descended four flights of stairs to their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Hermione and Fan Lin were already lining up outside, holding a pile of heavy books with expressions of being deceived.

"We have so many homework assignments in the Ancient Runes class," she said anxiously when she saw Harry and Ron walking over. "A 5-inch paper, two translations, and I have to read them all by Wednesday!"

"What a pity," Ron yawned. "Just wait," Hermione said bitterly. "I bet Snape has a bunch of them for us."

"Oh, no, Hermione..." Fan Lin said with a headache, "Speaking of which, there are only so many magic texts that can build a magic circle. Who knows why there are so many extra things? We don't do archeology, so now I just I hope Professor Snape won’t assign too many things to us, this is definitely an exciting rhythm.”

"Oh, that's impossible." Harry said without hesitation, "If this subject wasn't very important, I wouldn't have done it... By the way, is Professor Slughorn's Potions very strong, Fanlin?"

"Yes, but I'd rather study based on the information myself. Alchemy is not much different from this, it's just the nature of herbs. Anyway, I don't really like to go there..."

"You can't be like this, Fanlin." Hermione said with hatred, "As the president of the Boys' Student Union, you must be active. I mean..."

The door to the classroom opened while he was talking, and Snape walked into the corridor, with two bunches of greasy black hair hanging on both sides of his disheveled face. Everyone in the queue immediately fell silent. (To be continued)