Hogwarts Card Drawer

"You see, everyone thinks that you have strength comparable to the mysterious man." Draco said triumphantly, as if the people around him were praising them.

"So what?" Kronos said disapprovingly, "The eyes of the masses are blinded."

"The crux of the matter is," Kronos said in a low voice, putting down the tableware in his hand, "we don't know if he believed it."

"Actually, we don't know whether we should believe this. I mean these students." Daphne explained immediately after noticing Kronos' expression.

"After all, not everyone can see mysterious people, and most of them believe in their parents. And their parents were blinded by the Ministry of Magic and the "Daily Prophet." Daphne explained the reason for her worry.

"That's why I said that the eyes of the masses are blinded, and the truth is often only in the hands of a few." Kronos dissatisfiedly cut the steak with the knife in his hand.

Rain beat against the panes as they walked back down the empty corridors to Gryffindor Tower. Chronos felt like a week had passed, and he still had a lot of homework to do before he went to bed. He felt a slight pain in his right eye and glanced at the dark playground behind the rain-washed window.

The common room was almost empty, most people were still downstairs having dinner. Kronos stared at the flames, he was so tired of the future of the wizarding world, all his energy was drained.

"What should we write first?" Draco grabbed his schoolbag and rummaged through something. "Dumbledore is so old-fashioned that he actually found such a woman to teach us. And it's still in the year when we take the O.W.L. exam."

"We've never had a decent Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Daphne said. "You know it's like the legend we hear out there, no one wants the job, they say it's bad luck."

"I think..." Draco and Daphne looked at Chronos as soon as he spoke. "I should still write the thesis assigned to me by Professor Snape first. Don't worry if you finish it early."

Kronos took the schoolbag from the corner and returned to the chair by the fire. At this time, the students came back after eating one after another, and they greeted Chronos one by one.

"So, I'll do Snape's homework first, too?" Draco said, dipping his quill into the inkwell. "These things...about the moonstone...its role...in the making of every potion," he muttered, writing what he said from the very top of the parchment.

"here,

He underlined the title, and looked at Chronos expectantly. "So, what is the composition of the moonstone and how to use it in the potion?" "

But Kronos pretended not to see it, and he turned his head to the side, hoping that Draco would dispel the hope of relying on himself.

"Okay!" Draco curled his lips helplessly, "Lend me to watch after you finish writing."

………………… Chronos’ forehead is like in the anime, with a black line at the end.

The next dawn was as dreary and rainy as the day before. There were still those familiar faces at the breakfast table.

The next morning was two Charms and Transgender classes, and Professors Flitwick and McGonagall both spent the first 15 minutes of their classes educating students on the importance of the Ordinary Wizarding Levels.

"You have to remember," said Professor Flitwick, as usual, squeaking, standing on a pile of books, looking over the top of the table, "that these exams will affect your future for many years to come! If you haven't thought it through carefully Your profession, now is the time to do it. In the meantime, I think we're going to work harder than ever to do yourselves justice."

They then spent an hour practicing Summoning Charms, and since Professor Flitwick was obliged to do well in their Ordinary Wizarding Ranks, he left with the most spells assignment ever.

If there was anything worse than that, it would have to be Transfiguration, which Kronos was worst at.

"You can't pass the OWR without rigorous application, practice, and study," said Professor McGonagall sternly. "If enough time is spent on study, I see no reason for everyone in the class not to pass the OWL." grade test."

Neville made a mournful, skeptical voice. "Yes, you too, Longbottom," said Professor McGonagall. "Aside from a lack of confidence, there's nothing wrong with your work."

"And you, Mr. Slughorn, if you don't pay more attention to the Transfiguration class, I'm afraid you will fail your near-perfect grade." Professor McGonagall did not forget another poor student , Chronos.

In fact, Kronos' grades in Transfiguration were not bad, but compared with other grades, they were far worse. Kronos' Potions class, Charms class, and Astronomy class are almost full marks.

"So, we're going to start practicing Vanishing Charms today. They're simpler than Magic Charms, which are usually encountered at the Ultimate Wizarding level, but they're still among the hardest spells in your Ordinary Wizarding Rank Examination."

She was right, Chronos found the Vanishing Charm really hard. It took twice as long, and he and Draco didn't make the practice snail disappear, though Draco hoped his snail looked faded.

However, Hermione managed to make the snail disappear on the third practice session, for which Professor McGonagall awarded Gryffindor 10 points. Hermione was the only one who wasn't assigned homework, and Professor McGonagall asked the other students to practice the spell all night, planning to continue practicing the Vanishing Charm with the snail for the rest of the afternoon.

The weather was cooler and more breezy, and they walked across the lawn to Hagrid's hut by the Forbidden Forest, feeling sporadic raindrops on their faces.

Professor Graplan was waiting for the students at the front door of Hagrid's hut, on a long table in front of him covered with many twigs.

This is the only class that Slytherin can take with Gryffindor classmates today. In contrast to the solitude of Harry's trio, Chronos had a swarm of Slytherins behind him wherever he went.

"Is everyone here?" Grappler called, once the Slytherins and Gryffindors had arrived. "Let's get started, can anyone tell me what these things are?"

Kronos saw the twigs on the table suddenly jumping into the air, revealing their true colors, one by one like elves made of wood, each with brown, lumpy legs and arms. On each hand were two twig-like eyes, and on each flat, bark-like funny face were two small round brown eyes that gleamed.