Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Except for the fifth and seventh grade students, all other grades are enjoying a happy holiday, and they still have a week of exams.

Both OWLS and NEWTS take two weeks to take the test. The second week is easier and you will only take one subject each day. However, the results will be sent via owl during the holidays and will not be received before the farewell dinner.

But it is no longer important. After the exam, you will be relieved. Who cares about the results?

"Leave it to fate." Penello sat slumped on the sofa in the lounge, looking dignified and generous as usual, exuding a strong smell of salted fish.

This is not an isolated case, almost all seventh grade students are like this.

Except for the little Doudings in the first and second grade, everyone else has become accustomed to it.

"Have you decided what to do after graduation? Krivat?" Roger asked.

"Don't talk about such a disappointing topic at this time, Roger Davis!" Penello scratched his hair in annoyance, "I swear, I will turn you into a mouse, and then throw you to Fei

Erci’s cat!”

"Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore." Roger immediately retreated. Mouse, Filch, and Mrs. Norris, this is simply the most vicious curse!

Ike and Stuart were sitting not far away. They couldn't help laughing when they saw Roger like this. Stuart and Anthony, two current Quidditch players, even pointed at Roger, for fear that he wouldn't understand everyone's laughter.

It's just like him.

Just talking and laughing all morning, after taking a nap, everyone packed up their salutes in a tacit understanding. This has almost become a rule, and almost everyone does it.

Ike's is very simple, just throw everything into the suitcase and it will be done. They will stay where they should be, without Ike having to get in and organize them one by one.

Stuart and the others were in trouble, but they were done in one afternoon, and there were another three or five boxes full. Ike just watched them clean up, and even petted the cat while eating piles of cockroaches, not to mention how comfortable it was.

Already.

!

Lust the cat!

Ike suddenly realized that Crookshanks had been here all along. He said hello to Stuart and hurried to the Gryffindor lounge with the cat in his arms.

After Sirius's grievances were cleared, the trolls were removed, but a week later, the stench still did not dissipate. Even the fat lady in the portrait covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, as if

She can smell the same.

"Hi, Ike." Neville stood outside the door with a frown on his face, and saw Ike coming over to say hello.

"Neville, why don't you go in? The Fat Lady should have allowed you to use your own password to go in."

On the night of the violence in Harlem's dormitory, Professor McGonagall found out that Neville had thrown Sirius' password. For this reason, the angry Professor McGonagall deprived Neville of his right to use the password to enter the common room.

He can wait for others to take him in.

But when the Sirius incident ended, this punishment was cancelled.

"I...I forgot..."

"..."

Well, this fits Neville's character very well.

There was no other way. I originally wanted to let Neville go in and ask Hermione to come out, but now the two of them could only wait together.

After a while, a fourth-year student came over. Apparently he was used to Neville as a "doorkeeper", so he happily led him in. After a while, Hermione came out.

"What do you want from me?" Hermione seemed a little impatient, her body firmly blocking the door that was opened a crack, her eyes stern, as if urging Ike to say something quickly.

Ike tapped his foot. Now he was higher than Hermione, and he just happened to see a few heads trying to rush out.

"Um... Crookshanks has always been here with me. I'm going on vacation soon, so I just want to bring him back to you."

"It's not very convenient to raise it during the holidays."

Hermione looked into Ike's eyes, read a trace of hesitation in them, and felt secretly clear in her heart. Then she took Crookshanks' hand and said, "Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll go back."

As he said that, he leaned back again.

"One more thing."

"What?" Hermione was a little impatient. She could hardly suppress the heads behind her.

"It's Jimmy, can you help me raise it for a while..."

"No problem!" Hermione agreed, turned around suddenly and threw Crookshanks inside, pushing the protruding heads with both hands.

Ike could see clearly from the door, and he swore that Harry and Ginny received the most slaps on the face, and Hermione was not merciful, and the force was very strong.

The farewell dinner in the evening was as sumptuous as ever, and the auditorium was decorated with Ravenclaw blue as Ike expected. The eaglets were very happy, and there were not many chances to defend the Academy Cup. Other colleges were also waiting for Dumbledore

Ravenclaw applauded when the winner of the House Cup was announced.

No one will be stingy with this most basic courtesy.

As soon as Dumbledore said "The dinner begins", dazzling delicious food appeared on the long table, and the auditorium suddenly became noisy.

Ike ate very happily. There were few times throughout the semester that he fully enjoyed the joy brought by food like this. Most of the time, it was just to fill his stomach.

And now, with the delicious steak, crispy fried chicken legs, sweet pumpkin juice, and the perfect homemade "chocolate milk", I simply can't stop eating.

After all these years, Stewart and others have actually long been accustomed to Ike's abnormal hobby of cockroaches. Today is another farewell dinner, and they even joked a bit when they got into the mood.

Different from Ike's treatment, when Dumbledore made his own "chocolate milk" at the professor's table, Professor McGonagall glared at him with a cold face, and destroyed the cup of heresy in front of Comrade Deng, drawing attention to it.

The students who saw this scene burst into laughter.

Ike smiled too, and was rewarded by Dumbledore: giving his "chocolate milk" the same treatment.

In the end, the only unhappy person was Ike.

The next day, the Thestral carriage was full of joy and laughter, especially when it drove out of the gate of Hogwarts, the cheers became even louder.

"The nasty dementors are gone!"

"Long live Hogwarts!"

The cheering didn't stop until we boarded the Hogwarts Express.

"Ike!" As soon as he got off the car, he saw Hermione standing in front of the car door. The window next to her was full of heads, and there was even a cat head inside.

"What's wrong, Hermione?" Ike staggered a little after being pushed by Stuart. After giving these group of bad friends a hard look, he asked with a smile.

"You live in Gloucester, right? If you can...I mean if it's okay, you can come to London..."

"We can go together... to Big Ben... to St. Paul's Cathedral... to Buckingham Palace..."

"No, I mean..."

"OK."

"...Actually, it's okay to watch the football game, but to be honest, I'm not..." Hermione was stunned for a moment, "What did you just say?"

"I said yes, I will go to London."

"Then write me a letter in advance?"

"no problem."