The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

At 6:30 in the evening, the sun was setting.

The hall was quieter than usual.

Starting today, Hogwarts officially suspended classes. The lower grades will start their final exams tomorrow, and the exams for the middle and upper grades will be arranged a little later. The final wizard level exam for graduates will be held at the end. Seventh-year students generally have dark circles under their eyes, red bloodshot eyes, and tense spirits. The silverware and porcelain plates made a crisp sound, mixed with the sound of some young wizards mumbling and reciting, and the voices of other students chatting were very low.

The depressing atmosphere of the upcoming exams hovered in the hall.

The dishes provided by the kitchen were more abundant than before. The limited steaks in the past were now available, and dishes from various other countries emerged in an endless stream. If you missed the main meal, you would be warmly entertained by the house elves at night to avoid the administrator and go to the kitchen in the dark.

Loren planned to take a portion of each food to taste. After looking at the dishes on the table, he found that the task was too heavy and decided to change it to a long-term plan for a week.

According to her usual habit, Hermione only took a few of her favorite foods, not much. The girl sat next to her and ate in small bites, flipping through her notes while eating, looking like an excellent student, which made people anxious.

"Make way."

Hermione thought he was going to take the bottle of mayonnaise, so she leaned back slightly to make way for the hand that was stretched out, but the next moment she saw the hand closing her notes.

"..."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't look at it, you can recite this note by heart, eat well and relax your brain." Loren stuffed a steak into her plate.

"For me, flipping through my notes is a kind of relaxation, which can effectively relieve anxiety before the exam."

"Really? I thought it was some kind of psychological tactic. Studying hard makes others anxious and sleepless, and they perform poorly in the exam."

"I'm not you. I won't do that."

"?"

"At the end of the first grade, in the theory test of Transfiguration, someone deliberately flipped the papers, causing others to be nervous and anxious."

"What do you mean?" Loren blushed and refuted seriously, "I warned you not to talk nonsense. I will sue you for defamation, you know, I will sue you for defamation..."

"..."

Hermione stuffed a piece of flesh into her mouth privately, too lazy to argue with him.

After dinner time, the two did not immediately return to the common room, nor did they go to the tower to review astronomy. Instead, they walked out of the hall shoulder to shoulder and took a walk in the courtyard.

The afterglow of the sunset had not completely dissipated, the faint moon shadow had risen, the birds fell into the woods, and the castle gradually became quiet.

The next morning, the sixth grade students ushered in the first final exam, the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical exam.

The content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course this academic year is relatively difficult, but Professor Bagshot's assessment criteria are relatively flexible. Compared with the rigid textbook answers, he values ​​students' way of thinking in the face of danger to protect their lives. If they make sense, they can get points.

For example, the third question of the short answer question: When camping in the Scottish Highlands, you face a pregnant Welsh green dragon. In order to maximize safety, what measures should be taken and why?

The standard answer is to analyze the physiological characteristics, attack methods, personality characteristics of the pregnant fire dragon and other related information of the Welsh green dragon, and then list the corresponding measures and magic according to the information. And very few students will write "take the initiative and use a powerful disarming spell to knock down the fire dragon" in the answer line.

Professor Bagshot will not directly deduct points for the latter, but turn over the test paper and check the candidate information. If the name column says Harry Potter, he may give some points as appropriate.

Next came the Transfiguration theory exam, the Charms theory exam, the History of Magic theory exam... Three days had passed since the theory exams for all the major subjects were over. Next came the practical exams for each subject. This exam was quick. Even if you counted the time spent queuing, it took less than two hours, which was not as long as a theoretical exam.

The last theoretical exam was Charms.

Professor Flitwick asked the candidates to combine the meteorological spell with the freezing spell to create a scene of overall cloudy weather with partial snow and ice on the desktop. The difficulty lies in the delicate operation of spell conversion. If you lack confidence in your skills, you can still get high scores by slowing down.

Loren's performance successfully won the praise of Professor Flitwick. He believed that the smile before leaving was a hint of his full score.

His sixth grade ended, but Hermione hadn't, because the ancient runes exam was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.

Loren never left and accompanied Hermione to review runes in the library, helping her proofread the translation content, and consciously did his best. Unfortunately, Miss Granger had poor patience and drove him out of the library after he pointed out that her rhetoric was not beautiful enough for the third time.

Really, you don't know how to appreciate kindness.

...

In the afternoon, Loren was savoring the beautiful rhetoric just now and slowly returned to the dormitory.

He opened the door and saw that all four roommates were there.

Neville was packing his luggage, half of his body buried in the storage scales, looking a little scary. Loren looked at his wardrobe and suitcases, thought for a while, and considering that there were still two weeks before the official holiday, there was no need to rush for the time being.

Seamus was still the same, standing in front of the mirror and grinning. When asked what he saw, he didn't answer, but grinned even more.

Judging from the open suitcase on Ron's bed, he might also have to pack his luggage, although at this moment he was admiring a photo, a group photo taken after winning the Quidditch championship not long ago, taken by the unknown photographer Colin Creevey, and the reward was Harry's autograph.

Harry sat on the chair, his eyes narrowed. Considering his tightly knitted brows, he should not be taking a nap.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Loren sat down next to him, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup. He took a sip. The lemon fragrance was mixed with the sweet fragrance of honey, and the sugar was slightly sweet.

Harry opened his eyes, his eyes were deep: "I am practicing Legilimency."

"Huh?" Loren frowned slightly, a little confused, "Then who is the object of your Legilimency?"

"Myself."

Loren: "..."

This roommate might have something wrong.

Harry seemed to see his doubts and explained seriously: "I have seen Voldemort's perspective, and Voldemort has also controlled me. I believe there must be a secret passage between us. As long as I can find the entrance to this passage, my Legilimency can follow the passage into Voldemort's mind."

Loren threw a few sugar cubes into the teacup. He was too lazy to take a spoon and could only shake the cup gently: "What you said makes sense, but I think you should learn real Legilimency first."

"I'm practicing."

"Harry, Legilimency is trying to read other people's thoughts and memories. Sitting here with your eyes closed to guess your own thoughts is called meditation, a practice technique from the far east."