0087 I don’t know if I want to leave or if I want to stay
Hogwarts, as a magic school that trains wizards, is naturally very different from its counterparts in the Muggle education world, and the things students need to study are also very different.
However, there is not much difference between young wizards and Muggle students when it comes to their views on exams. There are very few people who are not afraid of this terrifying monster that often becomes more powerful at the end of the semester.
However, when things pass, people often find that they have exaggerated the difficulties unnecessarily, and the results are much better than imagined.
When the time to leave was approaching, the little wizards who had completely let themselves go after the exam week were unprepared for the surprise attack of their transcripts——
In fact, their defensiveness bubbled up more than once. Maybe in the bathroom in the morning, maybe after a meal, especially after lying in bed at night, some unwelcome thoughts would always sneak into their minds. But without exception, these thoughts were ruthlessly suppressed. Regardless of whether they were burnt or burnt, let them enjoy the last few days of this semester.
After all, they are just carefree little friends.
Therefore, when they are embarrassed by their transcripts, many people can’t help but curse themselves secretly.
I was just worrying about it before, but shouldn’t I deserve the credit for my current results based on my own excellence?
"Hey hey hey."
"Hehehe."
"Cackle."
"Quack quack."
"My son, my son..."
After lunch, bursts of serious or not-so-serious laughter erupted in the auditorium.
Uh, it seems there are some weirder things mixed in?
The atmosphere in the auditorium became happier and happier. Everyone was very happy. Only Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at the table in his college angrily. The laughter and laughter there seemed to be going crazy!
Especially Charlie's two younger brothers. They are always the ones who lead crooked buildings every time. But this time, we can't punish them. You can't lock someone up just because he smiles like a donkey, right?
It’s not impossible!
I saw the old professor suddenly stood up from the teacher's chair. These two wild children were so lawless. They even wanted to throw dung eggs in the auditorium again. She must...
Professor McGonagall took out her wand and was already thinking about where to hang the following two gadgets.
Just as he was about to take action, he saw a big man running out from beside the twins and pushing them down from their chairs with one hand.
Well done, Wood!
The dean gave a thumbs up to his Quidditch captain in his heart, and the downward corners of his mouth were slowly brought back to the baseline.
But after sitting down, he still took a hard look at the two brothers who were a little resentful after the feces eggs were confiscated. Since you like feces so much, go to Pomona’s greenhouse next semester for confinement.
Not far away, Professor Flitwick was smiling happily. The two young people who joined the job this year not only have outstanding abilities, but are also very good at dealing with children.
And since we don’t have to take senior courses, we can devote more energy to teaching students in the fourth grade and achieve very good educational results.
In the same way, after reducing the number of courses by more than half, the two deans put more effort into senior courses, and the results can be seen from the festive auditorium.
I heard that other professors have already started asking Dumbledore for people. Not surprisingly, in addition to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, there will also be several new colleagues next year.
After the twins were suppressed, the Gryffindor square style became normal.
Ron sniffed his palms in disgust. When Wood shouted just now, he subconsciously stepped forward and took away his brothers' crime tools, and now his hands still smell bad.
When he repeatedly rubbed his hands on the sleeves on the outside of his arms, the expressions of disgust quickly spread to the faces of the people around him, and even Harry and Hermione unconsciously distanced themselves from him.
"Oh, we actually did well in the exam. What a surprising result." Ron happily took back the report card from Harry. There was no O on it, but this did not hinder his happy mood. No, there was no O either.
As for P, D and T, who cares about the full score, passing is enough.
Hearing this, Hermione raised her head proudly. Look at the chaos of the scores on your list. Isn't it neat that all the scores on your list are O?
But then I remembered someone's warning, and I glanced at the teacher's desk with a guilty conscience, rubbed my face lightly with my hands a few times, and silently said in my heart: Don't be proud, don't be proud...
And Harry has been confused ever since he got his transcript.
The first piece of birthday cake, the first letter to myself, the first time I learned about the magical world, the first time being noticed, the first time I mastered huge wealth, the first time I made friends, the first time I showed my ability to surpass others.
Talent, and the first time I saw my parents and family...
There are so many firsts, as if they happened yesterday, they just come out of my heart without thinking about them.
He reached out and touched his heart, and there seemed to be ripples of warmth echoing endlessly.
There, there are his father and mother.
Hagrid looks majestic and intimidating, but he is a thoughtful person.
The photo album he collected is his most precious treasure.
The experiences of the past year were replayed in his mind. When he came to his senses, everyone was about to board the return train.
"Woohoo, you finally woke up?" Ron exclaimed exaggeratedly. Harry had been in a daze since he got the transcript.
"Wake up?" Harry was a little confused. Did he pack his luggage while sleepwalking?
"Well, if Ani hadn't said that there's nothing wrong with you and asked us not to disturb you, Ron and I both wanted to send you to the school doctor's office to see if you were cursed."
Hermione no longer had the big box she came with. If she hadn't come to the magical world, who would have thought that a small handbag could hold an entire cabinet?
"I'm sorry to make you worry, I just thought of some things that happened before. It's completely different from my life in the Muggle world, really, very different."
Thinking of his past, even though he had a new view of the Dursleys, Harry's tone was still full of regret.
"Harry, the days will be better in the future. We have to look forward." Ron came over with the box and patted Harry on the shoulder, then added.
"My dad always says that, especially after mom makes it hard for him to get off the stage."
"Oh ho, what did we hear?"
"My dad always says that, especially after mom makes it hard for him to get off the stage."
The twins appeared behind them with strange voices, which was not good news for Ron.
"I think mom would be interested to know."
"I think dad is like that too."
"Our dear brother."
"You're going to be in trouble."
Fred and George were very happy. This little villain dared to steal things from their hands, so they must take care of it.
"Brothers, I was wrong..."
Watching the twins playing around and teasing Ron more, Harry looked envious.
At this time, the door of the carriage opened, and Harry picked up the box containing the gifts. With a strange expression that seemed to be nostalgia and anticipation on his face, Harry strode onto the train.