As if to emphasize the importance of the upcoming exams, a large number of booklets about various wizard professions appeared in the Hogwarts. While everyone was enthusiastically planning for their own professions, the twins who had just been punished by Umrich came out of the Defense Against Black Magic class to eat in the auditorium.
Fred shoved the booklets that his mother had sent to them, introducing the professions in the Ministry of Magic, to George — Molly Weasley. Although Weasley had stopped insisting, it was clear that she had not given up. She was still trying to change the twins' minds, even if it was only one of them.
"No matter what, we won't act according to her wishes, right?" Fred shrugged, showing no intention of picking up the booklets. He looked at the scar on his arm caused by the quill pen. "George, I think we're no longer suitable for full-time education."
"Yes, I feel the same way," said George carelessly.
"We should go to the real world to test our talents. After all, with Allen's investment, we could have opened the shop long ago. What do you think?" Fred asked.
"Exactly," George said. He paused. "Gregory the Bootlicker's Corridor is a good place. How about we turn it into a swamp?"
"What a genius idea." Fred and his twin laughed and bumped fists.
"Utterly stupid." Allen's sudden appearance gave them a fright. "You've foreseen the consequences. This will end your studies."
"Allen, although Umrich has restrained herself since you came back, and we've all seen her recent state, we can no longer tolerate this oppressive atmosphere. We need to bring change to the Hogwarts," Fred said in a brisk tone.
"Hogwarts will change, but not by you. Stop your reckless plans. Take the exams and get the certificate before opening the joke shop in Diagon Alley." Allen's tone was a little more forceful.
Looking at the twin brothers who didn't refute him because they were grateful to Allen and remained silent, Allen, who sensed their thoughts, ordered straightforwardly, "As your boss, I won't allow you to leave school without permission without taking the exam. "Since Mrs. Weasley has agreed not to interfere with your choices, to allow you to open a joke shop, take the exam and get the certificate. Otherwise, how do you want me to explain it to Mrs. Weasley? Do you want me to be too ashamed to visit the Humble Abode again? "
Unlike Allen, who usually liked to reason, this time, he was a little self-righteous. The twins obviously had no way to refuse, so they could only helplessly agree to give up their plan to carry out the biggest prank.
After they agreed, Allen winked at the twins. "After the exam, I don't care what you want to do before you leave school. I don't want to know what you want to do. Just be careful not to commit a crime."
The castle grounds gleamed in the sun as if they had just been painted. The white clouds in the sky reflected perfectly on the calm lake like a mirror. The silky smooth green swayed gently in the occasional breeze.
Before the exams, for the little wizards, there was still a carnival worth looking forward to — the Hogwarts Quidditch final, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw.
When Harry crossed the field and sat down in the stands, he saw Dolores Umrich standing on the rostrum, wearing a green floral dress that made her look even more like a big toad. She had a disgusting, sinister smile on her face.
Dolores Umrich was very proud at the moment. She felt that her decision to confiscate Harry's crossbow and ask Harry to be banned from the competition was too wise. Not only could she take the opportunity to suppress the wizards who were in favor of Dumbledore, but she could also use it to please Allen Harris. After all, Allen Harris was Ravenclaw's coach.
Sure enough, Umrich was not disappointed. Although the red-haired girl from the Weasley family, Jenny, who replaced Harry, performed well, the Golden Snitch was still caught by Cho Zhang, who had more experience in spotting. Ravenclaw, who had undergone professional tactical training, was really too strong. After a whole semester of practice, not only did they have a tacit understanding of each other, their tactics and flying skills were dazzling, making it difficult for Gryffindor to fight back. Even if Ravenclaw's spotter, Cho Zhang, did not catch the Golden Snitch first, Gryffindor would not have been able to obtain the final victory.
In order to win the game, Ravenclaw's spotter, Cho Zhang, used almost all of her skills. Not only did she focus on finding the Golden Snitch, but she also cooperated with her teammates to interfere with Gryffindor's spotter and help Ravenclaw score. This was Cho Zhang's last time participating in the Quidditch competition in Hogwarts. There was no time to train or compete because of exams, so she did her best.
Obviously, Gryffindor's wizards had different opinions about losing the game. They felt that the reason why they lost the game was because their team's best spotter, Harry Potter, was banned and could not play.
"If Harry was on the field, Cho Zhang would definitely not be his opponent." Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas complained. Their words made Jenny, who was already depressed because of losing the game, even sadder.
"What if our Allen Harris was on the field?" Lisa Dupin, who was passing by, coldly retorted. She then walked away with her head held high, leaving behind a dead silence.
Harry lowered his head and kicked a pebble as he slowly walked back to the common room. Because Gryffindor lost the game, Harry could only see depressed and angry faces everywhere. The team members sat by the fireplace in low spirits. Only Jenny was not there. Harry blinked and turned to leave the common room, preparing to look for his girlfriend. It was not Jenny's fault that they lost the game, so she did not have to care about everyone's angry words.
Harry looked at the dark sky outside the window. She must be very sad at the moment. Not long after leaving the cave of the Fat Lady's portrait, Harry met Ravenclaw's ghost, Lady Grey. After taking the initiative to greet her, Harry watched as Lady Grey, who completely ignored him, drifted away. Harry scratched the back of his head. He felt that he had been running into Lady Grey more often recently. Today, for example, he had already seen her once when he came back from the game. He did not expect to run into her again in such a short time.
That night, in Germany's Newmungaard Prison, Grindelwald, who had not washed his hair for a few days, was slumped on the sofa, stuffing caramel popcorn into his mouth. He was planning to watch a news program on the television.
There was a flash of light in the prison, and Dumbledore, who had not been heard from for a long time, appeared in Grindelwald's cell. He was wearing a dark purple robe covered with silver stars. Clearly, he had dressed up meticulously.
Grindelwald's tone sounded a little angry. "If you want to stay temporarily after being kicked out, you should at least let me know in advance so that I can prepare."
"Gellert, why are you so fat?" Dumbledore was clearly still in a state of shock.
Grindelwald continued to complain, "You know that I get fat easily. When I was in America, I put on a lot of weight because of the local food. I was imprisoned by Lady Pickering for a while before I lost weight. Recently, I've been addicted to popcorn and TV, and Newmungaard is only willing to provide me with caramel flavor. Albus, did you bring me your honey? "
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