chsdbacks Chapter 255 The Departure of the Two Magic Schools
Chapter 255 The Departure of the Two Magic Schools
Chapter 255 The Departure of the Two Magic Schools
Percy knew he still couldn't get into my inner circle, so he just stared straight into my eyes.
"Percy, I promise, I'll tell you anything you can get your hands on." He affectionately nuzzled Percy's face.
“Ayers, is it like this time, that you think you can’t tell me anything, so you don’t say anything?” Percy asked, her eyes full of grievance.
“Percy! You are irreplaceable to me. I don’t want you to be in danger. There are some things I can’t tell you, but telling you would bring corresponding danger. I don’t want to lose you!” I said firmly, cupping Percy’s face in my hands and looking into his eyes.
Percy was moved by what I said. He knew I had said a lot, but he was too weak to help Ayers.
"Sigh." After talking for a long time, I finally managed to coax Percy to sleep. I lay down next to Percy and just looked at the person next to me carefully.
Percy knew that it wasn't right for him to keep bringing this up, so he forgave Ayers since he had already explained.
The next day, in my dorm room, the acting principal of Durmstrang College was sitting across from me.
"It's been almost a semester, and you still haven't gotten rid of your old flame?" I looked at the acting principal of Durmstrang College sitting across from me with a disdainful expression.
"I've tried looking for him several times, but I can't find him." The acting principal of Durmstrang College rubbed his forehead in frustration.
"Are you still the first-generation Demon King? Why are you so slow and indecisive when it comes to coaxing your lover?" I looked at the person opposite me with utter disappointment.
"How can we talk if we can't find anyone?" Gellert Grindelwald, the acting principal of Durmstrang Academy, was speechless.
"Ha, if you can't negotiate, then hurry up and go back." This useless piece of trash, if he weren't my brother, I would really want to throw him out.
“With so many lovers, you must have a way, right? Teach your brother a thing or two,” Gellert Grindelwald said with a smile.
"Where's your emotional intelligence? Can't you just go to the principal's office and talk to him normally? What kind of romantic game of hide-and-seek are you two playing?" I glanced at him and continued drinking my herbal tea.
"So direct?" Gellert Grindelwald was a little skeptical of my method.
"Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about your appearance? If you just show your face, you won't need to go to Headmaster Dumbledore yourself; he'll come to you on his own." I have an urge to kick him out right now.
"Is that so?" Gellert Grindelwald proudly touched his fake face.
"Stop touching that ugly fake face. When are you going to bring Headmaster Dumbledore home before you start grinning like that?" Looking at Gellert Grindelwald grinning like an idiot across from him, I really wanted to kick him out.
“Then I won’t bother you any longer, little brother. I’m going to find your headmaster.” Gellert Grindelwald left happily after finding a solution from me.
I'm speechless about this kind of brother.
A few days later, outside Hogwarts Castle, the morning sun shone on the vast lawn and ancient buildings, but it could not hide the melancholy of parting that permeated the air.
The magnificent carriage from Beauxbatons School of Magic was quietly parked in the open space in front of the castle.
The sculptures on the car body shimmered with a soft light in the sunlight, and the stained glass reflected a dreamlike halo.
The girls, dressed in elegant blue robes, were methodically loading their luggage onto the carriage.
Their steps were light, yet tinged with reluctance. The elegant fairies would occasionally turn back to look at Hogwarts Castle, their eyes filled with longing.
Lady Maxime stood beside the carriage, her tall figure leaning slightly forward, and spoke softly with Dumbledore, who had come to see her off.
Her face remained serious, but the tenderness in her eyes was undeniable.
“This Triwizard Tournament was truly unforgettable, and we will always remember the warm hospitality of Hogwarts.” Her voice was low, with a slight French accent.
Dumbledore smiled and replied, "I hope there will be more opportunities for such exchanges in the future. The magical world needs us to be closely connected."
The Durmstrang Academy's large ship was already moored on the lakeshore, its black hull resembling a giant sea monster.
The boys, dressed in heavy black robes, carried their luggage onto the ship with resolute expressions.
Their movements were swift and powerful, the sea breeze howling and making their hair and robes flutter.
The acting headmaster of Durmstrang Academy strode onto the ship's railing with a broad smile, turning back to look at Hogwarts, especially at Headmaster Dumbledore.
When our old headmaster Dumbledore looked over, he gave a sly smile.
Seeing his older brother's sly grin, it seemed things had gone well.
"Baby, wait for me to come back," he whispered to himself.
At that moment, Krum was also walking towards the ship, his eyes searching for Hermione in the crowd.
Upon seeing Hermione, he strode over and gave her a tight hug.
"Thank you, Hermione. Remember to write to me. We can still be friends." Last night, Krim finally confessed his feelings to Hermione, but she rejected him. He could only settle for being friends.
Hermione smiled and nodded: "Of course, we must stay in touch."
As time passed, Beauxbatons' coachman raised his whip, and the carriage slowly started moving.
The wheels rolled, making a crisp sound. The girls waved goodbye to the Hogwarts students from inside the carriage, their clear voices echoing in the air: "Goodbye, Hogwarts!"
Durmstrang's large ship slowly pulled up anchor, its oars cutting through the calm lake surface, stirring up layers of water.
The people on the boat waved goodbye, their eyes filled with both reluctance to part with this experience and anticipation for the future.
The Hogwarts teachers and students stood still, watching silently as the two schools departed.
Only when the carriage disappeared at the end of the road in the distance and the large ship became a small black dot on the lake did everyone gradually disperse.
The memories left by this three-way battle will forever be etched in everyone's hearts, serving as a testament to the exchange and friendship in the magical world.
After a series of upheavals, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry finally ushered in its annual exam week.
The atmosphere in the castle became tense and oppressive, a stark contrast to the usual laughter and joy.
Students from all colleges have thrown themselves into intensive review.
Inside the Gryffindor Tower, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat around the fireplace in the common room, the table piled high with various magical books.
Hermione was engrossed in reading "A History of Magic," muttering to herself as she tried to memorize every important historical event and magical figure.
Ron, meanwhile, frowned at the Transfiguration textbook in front of him, complaining from time to time about the complexity of the Transfiguration Charm.
Harry tried to concentrate on reviewing defensive magic, but images of his previous adventures kept flashing through his mind.
The Hufflepuff students were preparing diligently in the warm basement.
They helped each other and shared their learning experiences.
Cedric Diggory, a top student in his grade, patiently explained the knowledge points of herbal medicine to his classmates. His gentle voice made the tense mood of the students around him relax a little.
The Ravenclaw Tower was quiet, save for the sound of turning pages and the scratching of quills on parchment.
Luna Lovegood sat by the window, engrossed in the world of Advanced Divination. Her unique way of thinking gave her a profound understanding of the occult, and she was absorbed in interpreting mysterious symbols of the future, oblivious to her surroundings.
In the Slytherin common room, Malfoy and his companions were also studying hard, but the atmosphere among them had become more competitive.
Malfoy was determined to surpass the students of other houses, especially Harry Potter, in academic performance. He frowned as he studied Potions, secretly vowing to achieve excellent results in the course and make everyone look at Slytherin with new eyes.
I simply stayed leisurely in the Room of Requirement, reading my collection of books, with house-elves occasionally bringing me afternoon tea and snacks.
The Hogwarts exam season is like a grand and tense magical event, where students of different grades face their own challenges.
Fourth-year students Harry, Hermione, and Ron entered the Transfiguration exam room, where various items awaited transformation.
The professor solemnly announced the start of the exam. Hermione quickly picked up her wand, chanted a spell over a teacup, and in the blink of an eye, the teacup transformed into an elegant white dove, poised to take flight, drawing admiration from the surrounding students.
Ron looked a little nervous, his wand trembling slightly as he waved it. His first attempt failed, but he took a deep breath, adjusted himself, and successfully turned the spoon into a little mouse.
Harry focused his mind, uttered the spell, and an old shoe smoothly transformed into a lively rabbit, completing the task cleanly and efficiently.
During the potion-making exam, they faced complex potion recipes and unpredictable temperature control requirements.
Hermione followed the steps meticulously, weighing the potion precisely and controlling the flame. Soon, she had brewed a pure-colored, fragrant "moderate agent" in her crucible.
Ron accidentally added an extra ingredient while stirring the potion, but fortunately he managed to salvage the situation in time and barely managed to produce a potion that was passable.
Harry, through solid practice, successfully completed the potion's concoction.
I, Fred, George, and I, sixth graders, arrived at the Spells exam hall.
This exam requires demonstrating more advanced and complex spells.
Fred, full of confidence, was the first to cast the 'Seamless Stretch Charm,' which made a handkerchief enormous, almost covering half of the exam room, causing a burst of laughter. However, the professor had to admit that his spell was extremely precise.
George then cast the 'Confuse Charm', successfully confusing a nearby dummy and causing it to act comically.
I focused my attention and cast the 'Disappearance Spell,' making a book on the table vanish instantly, thus successfully completing the exam.
The History of Magic exam is, for us, a test of knowledge.
The exam questions covered major magical events over the centuries. We wrote furiously, trying to recall the knowledge from class and the information we had found in the library, analyzing the causes, processes, and impacts of historical events such as the fairy rebellion and the war of giants.
Cedric, a seventh-year student, was the center of attention during his Defense Against the Dark Arts exam.
The professor unleashed a powerful and complex simulated attack of dark magic, but Cedric calmly responded, his wand swung with fluid grace, effortlessly casting various defensive and counter-attack spells.
Faced with the lifelike Boggart, he quickly transformed it into a harmless form and banished it.
When faced with a simulated attack by the 'Soul Reaper', he successfully resisted with his unwavering will, demonstrating the strength and composure expected of an outstanding graduate.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the exam, and students from different grades walked out of the exam room with different feelings.
Regardless of the outcome, this exam is an important experience in their Hogwarts studies, witnessing their growth and progress in the magical world.
The exam week is finally over, and today is the day we finished our exams.
"Oh~ we're free, and we're about to have a holiday again." Fred happily clung to my back.
"We still have to wait for the results." I smiled and gently lifted his bottom to prevent him from falling.
"I think I did pretty well on the test." Fred looked a bit awkward as I held his bottom, and he squirmed around.
"Fred, I advise you not to move around, or you'll fall." I said to Fred, who was sitting next to my neck, with a glint of silver in my eyes and a smile.
"Okay, I won't move." Fred already sensed a bit of danger, so he grinned and wrapped his arms around my neck, stopping his movements.
"I think Fred, you'd better get down first, otherwise Ayers might not know what to do with you," George, who was following behind us, said with a double meaning.
"Ayers, put me down quickly." Fred also felt a chill down his back and smiled as he asked me to put him down.
"Let's go, I think we can have a hot pot dinner together, it's been a long time since we've had one." I stopped trying to scare Fred and offered a good idea.
"Okay, let's go find someone. Ayers, you go to the kitchen and let them know." Fred was overjoyed and immediately grabbed George and ran off.
"Those two are really something." I smiled as I watched them run away, then slowly walked towards the Hogwarts kitchen.
It was dinner time right after the Hogwarts exams. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and I, along with the dashing Cedric, gathered in the Hogwarts kitchen. A warm atmosphere filled the air, and the elves, having received my plan, enthusiastically busied themselves preparing all the ingredients for our hotpot.
We hadn't had hot pot in a long time, and everyone was looking around anxiously, waiting for the hot pot to arrive.
Ron rubbed his hands together and laughed, "It's hot pot time again, so don't fight over it."
Hermione methodically tidied the tableware, occasionally giving Ron a helpless yet doting look.
Fred and George flitted around the kitchen like two cheerful little birds, occasionally cracking a new joke. "Maybe this hot pot will make our pranks even more exciting!" Fred said, winking.
George immediately chimed in, "Then we'd better be careful not to let the hot pot cook away our secret recipe!" Their humor made everyone burst into laughter.