In the first quarter, Slytherin was defeated, defeated by their old enemy Gryffindor. Harry and the other team members hugged each other excitedly in the center of the field, cheered, and shed tears of excitement. Then, the team members were lifted high by the Gryffindors who came up, like heroes returning from the battlefield. The Quidditch trophy was raised high like a torch. At this moment, the glory belonged to Gryffindor. Harry was lifted high and sat on the shoulders of the Gryffindors, his face filled with excitement and pride. Sauron just watched from afar, with a faint smile on his lips. "I really envy them." Drake came to Sauron at some point. "Are you eager to win?" Sauron said calmly, "Or are you eager to gain glory like him?" "Maybe." Draco looked at the Gryffindors who were crying with joy and sighed, "Maybe, I I just want to hug each other and laugh as much as they can." "Haha." Sauron chuckled, "Yes, it's enviable - but that doesn't belong to us, because we are Slytherin." Draco was stunned for a long time, and then he sighed, with a bit of ease and ease, "Yes, we are Slytherin." "Okay, Draco, relax." Sauron said with a smile, he He patted Draco on the shoulder and said, "Don't be obsessed with what is in front of you. This is nothing compared to what we will have." Time flies by, eroding the passion left by the Academy Cup to the students. As June approaches, the days become sultry and cloudless, and everyone wants to take a walk outside, throw down on the grass with a few pints of ice-cold pumpkin juice, and maybe play a game of pebbles or watch Watching the giant squid dreamily move forward on the lake. But they can't do that. The exams were approaching, and instead of lazily passing the time outdoors, most students had to stay in the castle, enduring the temptation of the summer breeze blowing from the windows, forcing their brains to work hard. Ibikos spent almost all his time in the library and laboratory, preparing N. E. w£® Ts, also known as the "Final Wizarding Examination", is the highest academic qualification offered by Hogwarts and is required for those who want to work in the Ministry of Magic. "You look really laid-back." Ibikos said, looking at Soran who was sitting next to him with a relaxed expression on his face, "Don't you review the course?" "Do I need it?" Soran said with raised eyebrows, "Actually, I don¡¯t think you need to be so nervous. It shouldn¡¯t be a problem for you to pass the N.E.w. Can get an excellent result." "Then -" Sauron smacked his lips and took out a thumb-sized bottle with clear liquid in it. "A little help." Ibikos picked up the bottle. He looked at Sauron questioningly. ¡°Sometimes, I think a little good luck can help people a lot.¡± Sauron said softly. Ibikos showed a hint of surprise on his face and put the bottle into his arms, "Well, thank you, Your Highness." The second period The exams came one after another. After each course, the students breathed a sigh of relief. Although most people don't know how they did in the exam. Harry and Ron's final exam was Divination, Hermione's was Muggle Studies. Together they walked up the marble staircase. Hermione parted with them on the second floor, and Harry and Ron walked all the way to the eighth floor. Many classmates sat on the spiral staircase leading to Professor Trelawney's classroom, hoping to memorize something at the last moment. . "Ron Weasley," said the familiar vague voice above them. Ron made a face at Harry, climbed the silver stairs and disappeared. Now Harry was the only one waiting for his exams. He sat on the floor. With his back against the wall, listening to a fly buzzing on the sunny glass window, his mind had already flown across the field to Hagrid. Finally, about twenty minutes later, Ron's big feet appeared on the stairs again. "How did you go in the exam?" Harry asked him, standing up. "It's rubbish," said Ron. "I couldn't see anything, so I made it up. I don't think she believed it, but" "Meet in the common room," Harry whispered, and Trelawney The professor's voice shouted, "Harry Potter!" The tower room was hotter than it had ever been. The curtains were drawn, a fire was burning in the grate, and the usual nauseating odor made Harry cough as he made his way between the desks toward Professor Trelawney. She sat there waiting for him, with a huge crystal ball in front of her. "Hello, dear"Yes," she said softly, "Look at this crystal ball now I'll give you a timer and then tell me what you see in it" Harry leaned over and looked at the crystal ball, trying his best to see, Hopefully it would allow him to see something besides the swirling white mist, but he couldn't see anything. "Hmm?" Professor Trelawney asked punctually and considerately. "What do you see?" The room was filled with heat. Harry's nostrils stung from the fragrant smoke from the fire. He thought of what Ron had just said and decided to pretend. "Oh -" Harry said, "a black thing - ¡ªHmm¡ª" "What does that thing look like?" Professor Trelawney asked in a low voice. "Now, think about it" Harry thought about it, and immediately thought of Buckbeak. "It's the head. Hippogriff. he said firmly. "Really?" Professor Trelawney whispered, writing something quickly on the parchment on her lap. "My boy, you may be seeing poor Hagrid and magic." The consequences of the troubles between the departments! Look carefully Does this Hippogriff seem to be in a prison?" "No. Harry said firmly. "Are you sure?" Professor Trelawney urged him. "Are you sure?" Dear, did you see it struggling, in the small iron cage?" "No!" said Harry, starting to feel a little nauseous. "No blood? No crying Hagrid?" "No!" Harry He added that he wanted to leave this classroom and the stuffy heat more than ever. "It looks good, it - flew away" Professor Trelawney sighed: "Okay, dear, I guess we'll stop herea bit disappointingbut I'm sure you did 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 turned around quickly. Professor Trelawney froze in the armchair, her eyes were unfocused, and her chin was drooping. "Yes - I'm sorry?" Harry said. But Professor Trelawney didn't seem to hear, and her eyes began to Turning. Harry stood there in panic. She looked like she was having a seizure. Harry hesitated about running to the school hospital. Then Professor Trelawney spoke again. A hoarse voice, very different from her own. "The plot of revenge is launched at midnight, and Voldemort's servants will return to him The dark war is coming, more cruel than ever before bloody and killing." The prelude has already soundedthe choice between love and hate, the twins of light and darkness, the destined bond" Professor Trelawney's head dropped to her chest. She hummed. Then, very suddenly, her Her head popped up again. "Sorry, dear child," she said as if in a dream, "it was too hot during the day, you know - I fell asleep for a while" Harry still stood there, "Is there something wrong, my dear?" "You - you just told me that the Dark Lord's servants will return to him" Professor Trelawney seemed to be completely panicked. The Dark Lord? The one who must not even be named? My dear child, this is nothing to joke about" "But you just said it! You said the Dark Lord" "I think You must have fallen asleep for a while, my dear!" Professor Trelawney said, "I certainly would not predict something so far away!" Harry climbed down the stairs, thinking to himselfcould he have heard Trelawny just now? Professor Nee made a real prophecy? Or was she doing this just to give the exam an impressive ending? Darkness is about to rise. Could it be that Voldemort will be resurrected? What about the twins of light and darkness? , Harry shuddered, feeling a little uneasy subconsciously, and didn't want to think about Trelawney's words. After a while, Harry returned to the Gryffindor lounge, and Ron and Hermione were both there. "Professor Trelawney," Harry gasped, "just told me" "Buckbeak lost the case," Ron said listlessly, interrupting Harry, "Hagrid just This is delivered. " Hagrid's note was dry this time and not stained with tears, but his hands were probably shaking so much that it was hard to read: Suit lost. Buckbeak will be taken away when the sun goes down. You guys. Nothing can be done to help. If you are willing to come, you can see Buckbeak for the last time. PS: This chapter is about transition.?One chapter can end the content of the third part. There are a lot of boring things, mainly because the doctor skipped a lot of links. Some necessary plots still have to be mentioned to ensure the continuity of the plot. Please forgive me. The part of Harry's exam was written in more detail, and there was also a lot of original text. The main reason is that it is emotional. It is really painful to do the required experiments but not know anything. The instructor asked questions and then compiled the answers by himself. Haha, this situation is very friendly. ??Unknowingly, this novel has been written for a long time. For such a long time, the doctor has gained happiness and satisfaction from writing novels. The support and encouragement from readers have always made the doctor feel sincerely happy and satisfied. The doctor hereby sincerely thanks everyone.