Chapter 627 Results

Grimmauld Place, Black's old house.

"...Don't worry, Greyback has been executed by the Magical Congress of the United States. The efficiency of the trials here is amazingly fast, and the laws are more stringent..."

"...I need to stay here temporarily to deal with the remaining werewolf affairs and negotiate with the Muggle government..."

"...Take good care of Harry..."

"...Your loyal Remus."

The soft yellow light illuminated the bedroom. Sirius sat on the bed and read the foreign letters repeatedly. His long-tense nerves finally relaxed and he exhaled a long breath.

Suddenly, a series of not-so-light footsteps came from behind, and two white arms suddenly wrapped around his neck, bringing with them a refreshing aroma: "Kreacher made jam sponge cakes. I know you don't like things that are too sweet, so I specifically told him to put less sugar. Do you want to try it?"

Because of the pregnancy, her arms were not slender, but slightly swollen and soft to the touch. Sirius was very attached to this feeling and said vaguely: "He is obedient now, but he only listens to you. Sometimes I even suspect that you are his original owner."

Betty smiled softly and fiddled with Touching his slightly prickly stubble, the touch was somewhat relaxing: "Don't complain, if you don't eat it, the children will eat your muffin."

"I don't want to eat it anyway." Sirius put away the letter, stood up, hugged his wife, and kissed the corner of her mouth, "The sweetness here is just right for me."

"Stay away, your beard pricks me..."

"I'll shave it off tomorrow, all shaved off."

"..."

The two hugged and talked for a while. The pregnant woman didn't have much energy, and soon she squinted her eyes in a daze and couldn't speak clearly.

Sirius helped his wife lie down, carefully and lightly.

"Sirius?"

The voice was vague and weak, just an unconscious murmur.

"I'm here."

The woman's eyelashes only trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to touch her again, for fear of waking her up.

After a few minutes, Sirius carefully placed his hand on his swollen belly. The stretch marks were not smooth to the touch. He wondered which potions would be helpful to pregnant women. After a long time, he realized that Muggles had no magic power in their bodies and could not touch potions rashly.

"Let's consider Muggle medicine..."

A strange touch suddenly came, and a weak force was touching his palm through his belly.

Sirius suddenly stiffened and dared not move. His breathing stagnated. His heart was trembling, and an unprecedented complex mood filled his body and mind.

Surprise, disbelief, worry...

The touch flashed and disappeared quickly, but his heart could not calm down for a long time. Various pictures flashed in his rapidly spinning mind, and countless thoughts surged like a tide.

The rebellious life in his youth was to rebel against his parents, the grief and despair of hunting down Pettigrew was to avenge James, and the confusion of being imprisoned in Azkaban was to atone for his mistakes...

Sirius recalled the memories of the past few decades, and inexplicably had a strange feeling that he should have died a long time ago.

Since when did this messy life begin to come alive, and since when did he begin to feel that he was so truly alive?

A pair of dark and shining eyes suddenly emerged, and Sirius felt sincere gratitude and deeper remorse in his heart.

His thoughts drifted to the sky with the summer night wind. When Sirius came to his senses, Betty in front of him had woken up at some point, looking at him with slightly shining eyes and a gentle smile.

"Why are you awake?"

"I can't sleep, your child is naughty again."

Sirius couldn't help laughing: "I just want to discuss something with you."

"You say."

"I want to send you home, this weekend."

Betty was stunned for a moment, looking straight at him: "Isn't this my home?"

"Listen to me..." Sirius stroked her cheek, "I can get involved in danger myself, but I can't allow you to be implicated by me, and for you and the child, the care in the Muggle hospital is more comprehensive."

"..."

Betty was silent for a long time, and leaned her head on his shoulder: "I know."

"..."

"Promise me, think about your child before doing anything."

"I will."

...

It was already late July, and the sun, which was still a little sultry during the day, had set. The evening breeze brought bursts of coolness. London was not dark at night. The bridge across the Thames was dotted with colorful lights, and the streets were full of gorgeous neon lights.

After dinner and watching a movie, Loren and Hermione took a double-decker bus back to Hampstead.

The little witch leaned on the window to look at the night view outside, her eyes sparkling, and asked without looking back: "I have a wonderful idea, Loren, if the Knight Bus runs at full speed to chase the twilight line, will it never get light?"

"Can the Knight Bus cross the sea?"

"I don't know..."

The little witch frowned slowly, thinking and said: "The Knight Bus only runs within the scope allowed by the Ministry of Magic. When crossing the river, it walks on the bridge. However, the magic bus was made several centuries ago, and there were not so many bridges at that time. From this perspective, it should be waterproof."

Loren rubbed her head: "When you become the Minister of Magic in the future, try soaking the Knight Bus in water."

Hermione gave him a ghostly look: "Such a minister will definitely be dismissed from the Wizengamot."

"You definitely can't give the order directly. You can do it in a roundabout way, such as reforming the Department of Transportation, promoting magic buses on a large scale, and soaking them in water in the name of testing." Loren came up with random ideas.

“The Department of Transportation can indeed be reformed.”

"Yeah..."

“The Knight Bus has a strong cargo capacity and may be used for other purposes in the future.”

"Think long term, Minister Granger..."

"Obviously you mentioned it first..."

"Tsk..."

Absurd jokes have no logic at all. Just coming from that person's mouth, they become infinitely interesting.

The two chatted quietly all the way, and after arriving at the station, they walked side by side towards home.

Walking along the Hampstead garden path, I saw two adjacent houses with lights on in the distance. Suddenly, the little witch's suppressed exclamation sounded around me. She pointed to the mailbox outside the house, with two owls standing side by side. .

"It's the report card!"

Hermione grabbed Loren's arm tightly, with uncontrollable excitement in her voice, and hurriedly dragged him over.

"Loren, I'm a little afraid to look!"

She was timid when she walked in front of the owl. The little witch hid behind Loren, holding his arm and trembling slightly.

Loren smiled and stepped forward, caressed the two beautiful tawny owls, handed over two white rat dicks, and then took off the two envelopes with his and Hermione's names written on them.

"Should I watch it for you or should you watch it yourself?"

"Just watch it for me."

"Let me take a look..."

Loren opened the envelope and unfolded the parchment, while shaking his head pretending to be serious: This result... um..."

"What?" Hermione held her breath, barely daring to look at him.

"It turns out that T stands for extremely bad, not troll."

"Is there a T in my grade?" Hermione's voice trembled.

"That's not true. I just saw the grade rating on the first page and I felt a few words of emotion." Loren handed it over to show her the content of the first page.

"No, look at my results!" Hermione was so frightened that she turned away, but her eyes glanced uncontrollably——

The title of "Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination Results" is in bold black font and is centered, spelled out instead of abbreviated.

The following two lines are the performance evaluation grades. Excellent (O), good (E), and passing (A) are qualified grades, while poor (P), very poor (D), and extremely poor (T) are failed grades.

"hey-hey……"

Loren found it very interesting. He slowly opened the second page and immediately took a breath of air: "Hiss——"

"What's wrong?" Hermione's heart suddenly lifted.

"You actually took ten exams, one more than me!"

"..." Hermione took a deep breath, lowered her voice, and said without emotion, "It depends on the results."

"Let me take a look." Loren looked down at the transcript again, paused, and read slowly, "Hermione Granger's grades are as follows, astronomy-"

Hermione quietly looked up at him.

Loren finished his protracted tone, changed his tone, and asked: "What is the achievement of astronomy?"

"..."

Hermione raised her head and looked directly at him, one hand clenched into a fist, her eyes becoming dangerous.

"Ahem..." Feeling that his personal safety was threatened, Loren immediately announced, "The astronomy score is excellent."

Hermione suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes softened a lot.

"Next door...Care of Magical Creatures——"

Listening to his voice rising again after a long pause, Hermione couldn't bear it anymore. She punched him and grabbed the transcript, and said angrily: "I'd better read it myself!"

On the report card, ten outstanding students were lined up neatly.

Hermione took the parchment and read it several times, and her breathing became light and easy again. She thought that her ancient runes could only be good.

"Hehe..." Loren rubbed his shoulders and said with a smile, "It would be more suspenseful if I revealed it that way, wouldn't it? The greater the expectations, the greater the surprise."

Hermione glared at him and reached for another envelope: "Then let me read your transcript like this to see if you are surprised?"

Loren stepped aside and sneered: "Don't think I don't know, you just want to see my results, don't even think about it."

"Give it to me!" Hermione pressed forward.

"Don't even think about it!"

"Give me……"

The two people's voices became lower and lower, and they ran into the house chasing each other.

Two owls stood on the mailbox, their clever eyes following them.

I could vaguely hear the angry voice of the little witch shouting, "I've shown you my transcript, why don't you show me yours?". Later, I found that the threat was ineffective, so I replaced it with a inducement, "Let me see it." Look at your transcript, I can help you choose courses for next semester." But no matter how she shouted, Loren never took the bait.

The owl's head turned to the extreme angle and suddenly returned to normal.

The two birds looked at each other and continued to enjoy the white rat jerky with their heads down.

There's nothing interesting about a little wizard falling in love.

…

"Smile less, don't be so proud..."

Loren leaned slightly to the right, adjusted his weight, shook his shoulders, and lightly bumped into Hermione sitting next to him: "What's so interesting? Even if you are excellent in all subjects, you don't have to stare at the report card for so long. I'm humble. a little……"

Hermione hummed softly and looked down at the two report cards again. She couldn't stop the smile on her lips and she was in a very happy mood.

The two neat rows of excellence look so pleasing to the eye.

Unfortunately, one of them only has nine subjects, missing one subject of ancient runes, and there are some differences between the two neat and consistent tables.

"If you take the Ancient Rune Exam, you can also get an excellent one." Hermione said with some regret, carefully folding the parchment and leaning her head to the side, "For the next Ultimate Wizard Level Exam, we will choose the same one. How about getting 12 certificates for each subject?”

"It just sounds tiring."

"We study together and take exams together, so we don't feel tired."

"Idealism... be sensible, Professor Granger, such magic has not been created yet."

"..." The little witch looked at him displeased.

"Hehe..." Loren laughed twice, hugged the girl and shook her, "Have you decided what classes to choose in sixth grade?"

"Not yet..." Hermione shook her head, her voice lazily, "Transfiguration, spells, potions, herbs, Care of Magical Creatures, Defense Against the Dark Arts and History of Magic must continue to be studied. There is time in the elective courses. Conflict, I have to think about it."

"Some subjects can be taught by yourself, such as the history of magic...such as ancient runes. If you encounter any problems, just ask me."

"Professor Babbling will be sad." Hermione gently hit his head with her head, expressing her troubles affectionately.

"What's the point? When we were chatting in the dormitory before the holidays, Harry and Ron said they didn't plan to continue taking the Care of Magical Creatures course."

"Oh... this is so cruel!" Hermione raised her head and opened her eyes wide, with disbelief written all over her face. "Hagrid will definitely be sad. I can imagine him crying in the cabin."

"It's all Harry and Ron's fault, two terrible guys."

"emmm..."

Hermione narrowed her eyes and looked at him suspiciously: "Why do I feel like you want to drop Hagrid's class too?"

"Hmm... I have this idea. The class period for Care of Magical Creatures is too long, and the observation homework is very time-consuming. If you drop it, you can free up a lot of class time."

"Stop talking, stop talking..." Hermione quickly covered his mouth, "If he continues to talk, my heart will be moved. The four of us cannot abandon Hagrid."

Loren slowly took her hand down, put it in his hand and kneaded it. While observing the little witch's troubled expression with great interest, he was still muttering in a low voice: "But Hagrid has been teaching for several years. He is already a qualified professor, and qualified professors do not lack many students...and we are friends, and we can meet on weekends..."

"Perhaps friends need the support of friends more?"

"this……"

"But Hagrid definitely understands us."

"..."

Hermione clutched the parchment and stopped talking.

Loren stood up and patted his coat and trousers, then patted her shoulder: "Then you think about it carefully, think about it carefully, and consider my courses as well. I don't want to take History of Magic, and I'd better drop out of Astronomy." , In fact, potions are not necessary, but it is not good to continue to contact Professor Slughorn, and it is not good for Professor Snape to know..."

The little witch's two beautiful eyebrows were twisted together, and her tangled little face was extremely interesting.