Section 1

Slytherin was defeated, defeated by their nemesis Gryffindor.

Harry and the other players hugged each other in the middle of the venue, cheering, and burst into tears of excitement. Then, the players were lifted up by the Gryffindors who surged up, like heroes returning from the battlefield. The Quidditch trophy was lifted up high, like a torch, and at this moment, glory belonged to Gryffindor.

Harry was raised high and sat on the shoulders of the Gryffindors, his face filled with excitement and pride. Sauron just looked at him from a distance, with a faint smile on his lips.

"I really envy them." Drag came to Sauron at some point.

"Hungry for victory?" Sauron said calmly, "or is it that he desires glory?"

"Maybe." Draco sighed at the Gryffindors who were crying with joy in the audience, "Maybe, I just long to hug each other like them and laugh."

"Haha." Sauron chuckled, "Yeah, it's enviable-but that doesn't belong to us, because we are Slytherin."

Draco was stunned for a long time, and he sighed with a little free and easy, "Yes, we are Slytherin."

"Okay, Draco, take it easy," Sauron said with a smile, patting Draco on the shoulder, "Don't be obsessed with it, it's not worth mentioning compared to what we will have."

Time flies, washing away the passion left to the students by the Academy Cup. With June on its way, the day becomes stuffy and clear and cloudless, everyone just wants to take a walk outdoors, take a few pints of iced pumpkin juice to the grass and lie down suddenly, maybe just play a gravel throwing game or watch the huge squids move on the lake like dreams.

But they couldn't do this. The exam was approaching, and most students not only couldn't pass their time lazily outdoors, but also had to stay in the castle, enduring the temptation of the summer wind blowing out of the window, forcing their brains to work hard. Ibikos spent almost all his time in the library and the laboratory, and he was preparing for N.

E.

w.

Ts, also known as the "Ultimate Wizard Exam", is the highest education that Hogwarts can provide and is also a must for those who work in the Ministry of Magic.

"You look really leisurely," said Ibikos, looking at Soren, who was sitting aside with a relaxed face. "Don't you review the course?"

"Do I need it?" Sauron raised his eyebrows, "Actually, I don't think you need to be so nervous. For you, passing N.E.w.Ts should not be a problem."

"Well." Ibikos shrugged helplessly, "It's not enough to pass, I hope to get an excellent result."

"Then--" Sauron smacked his lips, and he pulled out a thumb-sized bottle from his arms, which contained clear liquid, "a little help."

Ibikos picked up the bottle and looked at Soren inquiringly.

"Sometimes, I think a little good luck will be of great help," Sauron whispered.

Ibikos showed a hint of surprise on his face and put the bottle in his arms, "So, thank you Your Highness."

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Section 2

Exams came one after another, and after each course, the students breathed a sigh of relief, although most people didn't know how they were doing. Harry and Ron's last exam was divination, and Hermione's Muggle Research. They walked up the marble staircase together. Hermione broke up with them on the second floor. Harry and Ron walked all the way to the eighth floor. Many students sat on the spiral staircase leading to Professor Trelawney's classroom, hoping to remember something in the last moment.

"Ron...Weasley," said the familiar blurry voice above their heads. Ron grimaced Harry and climbed the silver stairs and disappeared. Now Harry was the only one waiting for the exam. He sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, listening to a fly buzzing on the sunny glass window, his mind had already flown over the venue to Hagrid.

Finally, about twenty minutes later, Ron's big feet appeared on the stairs again.

"How was the exam?" Harry asked him, and he stood up.

"A mess," said Ron, "I can't see anything, so I made it up. I don't think she believed it, but..."

"Meet in the common room." Harry whispered, and Professor Trelawney's voice shouted: "Harry Potter!"

The tower room was hotter than ever before. The curtains were drawn and the fire was on fire, and the usual disgusting smell made Harry cough, when he was looking for a way between several tables toward Professor Trelawney. She sat waiting for him, with a huge crystal ball in front of her.

"Hello, my dear," she said softly, "Look at the crystal ball... Now time you... and tell me what I saw in it..." Harry leaned over to look at the crystal ball, trying his best to see, hoping that it would allow him to see something other than the spinning white mist, but nothing could be seen.

"Hmm?" Professor Trelawney asked thoughtfully on time, "What have you seen?"

The heat waves in the room were burning, and Harry's nostrils stinged with the fragrance of smoke coming out of the fire. He remembered what Ron had just said and decided to pretend.

"Oh—" said Harry, "a black piece of stuff-----"

"What shape does that thing look like?" Professor Trelawney asked in a low voice. "Now, think about it..."

Harry thought about it, and suddenly thought of Buckbeck.

"It's an eagle-headed, horse-body-winged beast." He said firmly.

"Is that?" Professor Trelawney whispered, writing something quickly on the parchment placed on her lap. "My child, you may be seeing the consequences of the trouble between poor Hagrid and the Ministry of Magic! Look carefully... Does this eagle-headed, horse-body winged beast seem to... in prison?"

"No." Harry said firmly.

"Can you be sure?" Professor Trelawney urged him. "Are you sure? Dear? Do you see it struggling, in a small iron cage?"

"No!" Harry said, starting to feel a little disgusted.

"No blood? No crying Hagrid?"

"No!" Harry said again, more than ever to leave the classroom and the stuffiness here. "It looks good, it-flyed away..."

Professor Trelawney sighed, "Well, my dear, I think we'll be here... It's a bit disappointing...but I'm sure you've tried your best."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, picked up his schoolbag and turned to leave, but then a loud, hoarse voice spoke behind him-"This is going to happen tonight."

Harry quickly turned around. Professor Trelawney froze in the armchair, his eyes scattered and his chin drooped.

"Yes - sorry?" said Harry.

But Professor Trelawney didn't seem to hear it, and his eyes began to turn. Harry stood there in panic. She seemed to have had some disease. Harry hesitated and wanted to run to the school hospital. At this time, Professor Trelawney spoke again, still in the hoarse voice, very different from her own.

"The plot of revenge is launched at midnight, and Voldemort's servant will return to him... The war of darkness is coming, more cruel than ever before... The prelude of blood and killing has sounded... The choice between love and hate, the twins of light and darkness, the destined bond..."

Professor Trelawney's head drooped to her chest. She snorted. Then, suddenly, her head slammed again.

"Sorry, my dear child," she said as if in a dream, "It's too hot during the day, you know-I fell asleep for a while..."

Harry was still standing in the local area, silent.

"Is there anything wrong with it, my dear?"

"You—you just told me that the servant of the Black Demon will return to him..."

Professor Trelawney seemed to be completely panicked.

"Black Devil? That's the one who can't even mention his name? My dear child, this is not something to joke about..."

"But you said it just now! You said the black devil..."

"I think you must have fallen asleep for a while, my dear!" said Professor Trelawney, "I certainly would not predict such a distant thing!"

Harry climbed down the stairs and thought to himself... Could it be that he had heard Professor Trelawney make a real prophecy? Otherwise, she did this to give the exam an impressive end? Darkness is about to rise, would Voldemort be resurrected? So what about the twins of light and darkness? For no reason, Harry shivered, subconsciously feeling a little uneasy, and he was unwilling to think about Trelawney's words again.

After a while, Harry returned to the Gryffindor lounge, with Ron and Hermione both there.

"Professor Trelawney," Harry gasped, "tell me just now..."

"Buckbeck lost," Ron said listlessly, interrupting Harry, "Hagige just sent this."

Hagrid's note was dry this time, and there were no tears on it, but his hands might be shaking violently, so it was hard to admit this note: I lost the case. When the sun sets, Buckbeck will be taken away. You can help nothing. If you are willing to come, you can see Buckbeck for the last time.

PS: This chapter is transitioning, and it is estimated that the content of the third part will be over in the next chapter. There are many boring things, mainly because the doctor has skipped a lot of links. Some necessary plots should be brought in to ensure the consistency of the plot. Please forgive me.

The part of Harry's exam is written in detail, and there are many original texts. It mainly touches the scene and makes people feel moved. After doing a compulsory experiment, they can't do anything. It's really painful. The tutor asks questions, and then searches his own heart and makes up the answers. Haha, this situation is very friendly.
Chapter completed!