The so-called "peace" means that the teachers desperately set homework as if to bury the students; the so-called "peace" means that the news of the Daily Prophet is full of trivial matters, making it like the latest addition to "Sing and Sing" The so-called "peace" means that even if the beetle covered with the cocoons of the Flober caterpillars, it will only attract people to look around with curiosity.

Overall, peace is reassuring, but over time it can often be boring.

Today is the first day of the Easter holiday. Harry and Ron, who had been dragged to the common room by Hermione early, are yawning as she uses her wand to lightly tap on the parchment paper.

In accordance with the practice of previous years, Hermione will set a review schedule for them each time they return to the Easter holiday. Since this has been done every year, the o..Ls exam at the end of this year is naturally more necessary to plan well.

As Ron said before, even though the reason for Voldemort's resurrection may now appear, compared with this exam that is related to the future of life, it seems that it is even worse.

"Okay, that's about it for you!" Hermione patted a timetable marked with various points in front of Ron, and then pulled another blank parchment, "Follow that Do it, if you are serious enough, you will definitely not perform poorly on the exam ... "

"Oh, thanks!"

Ron glanced down with a frown, and sure enough, it was another timeline. In most of the forms, almost all of them are flashing a red light that represents "important", which means that if he had followed this form completely, he would say goodbye to the rest of the Easter holiday this year.

"Huh?" He looked at it, and suddenly raised a brow. "Hermione, why is there an evening on the last day of each week? If you count them, the schedule won't be a bit loose. Is it a little bit? "

"That's for us to train with," Hermione said without raising her head. "Don't tell me, you just want to use your current skills to help Maca reduce the burden. Be careful! I will keep increasing. Training intensity, remember to keep up! "

"Then ... the other members of R.a.? Would you like to call them together too?" Harry asked, staring at Ron's staring schedule.

Hermione heard the wand paused slightly.

"In fact, I've been thinking about it, and who should tell the matter to whom." She said, "First, Fred and George and Ginny must be fine ... Neville should also Yes, um ... Luna told me that Hannah Abbott of Hutchwich College can also trust ... "

As she thought, she reported the names of several people, but the more hesitant he became. Theoretically, most of R.a.'s members should be believed, but since the last time she suffered a loss in Helen Schoen, she still has some bad influences in her heart.

In the end, Hermione simply shook her head and set the question aside again. Waiting until the tip of her wand continued to make a few strokes on the parchment, Harry's review schedule was complete.

"Your schedule is a bit looser than Ron. Remember to practise yourself for the extra few hours. Don't be lazy!" She made another serious call to Harry. At this time, how could she make people think? Like stern Professor McGonagall.

Harry shook his schedule and nodded fate.

"I'll do that ..." He honestly said, "Dear Madam Granger."

...

When Harry and Ron were about to spend a doomed Easter holiday, Maca was sitting at the bar of the three broom bars with Hagrid and Slughorn.

I ran over early in the morning to drink, afraid that it would be the idea of ​​a bald old man like Slughorn.

Hagrid doesn't matter. It's his giant-barrel-like giant mixed body. It's a good thing that he doesn't have the habit of drinking, but Maca doesn't have the habit of drinking so early. Right now, there was only a glass of juice in front of him, and he was bored watching the two guys next to him start drinking early in the morning.

In fact, this wine is a bit of a cause, according to Slughorn himself, this year's Easter happened to be his birthday. According to the habits of previous years, on his birthday, he would always hold a private party and find a lot of old friends to celebrate his birthday.

But this year is different, because he is now a professor at Hogwarts, and it is not so convenient to have a party in school.

"... I mentioned it to Milleva several times beforehand, but she never agreed to lend me a birthday party for a birthday party." Slughorn took a sip of mead and smashed it Mouth said, "Well, it's a lot of years old, and you can't be alive yet ... Can you talk about it, am I easy?"

As far as Slughorn's weight in Hogwarts is concerned, such a trivial matter can still be passed by Professor McGonagall. However, in this period of time, in order to maintain the image of the school before the alchemy contest, it is difficult for Slughorn's birthday party to pass.

Maca knew this, of course, but he didn't tell the truth. After all, the alchemy tournament is still a matter of confidentiality. The people who know it are already clear, but there are still many people who do n’t know.

As far as Slughorn's "friend" was so big that he could transnationally talk, he was told he was up.

"Slaghorn, I think you should still make more friends who can truly care," Maca leaned on the bar, leaning on the bar, sucking freshly squeezed juice with a straw, and casually persuaded, " If someone can take the initiative to host a birthday party for you on your birthday, that's a beautiful thing. "

"Maca is right!" Hagrid on the other side held a large wooden hoop and murmured several sips, and then continued, "I also think that ... there are no more friends than there are One who is really good to you, um ... yes! "

"Hey," Slughorn grinned, "So, do you have a birthday for you every year? No? Uhhh ... hmm, it's hard to find a true friend! "

"Oh, that's not as good as a few people who come to the shop every year for their birthday? Like Mr. Slughorn today ..." Ms. Rosmerta at the bar smiled charmingly. "As long as you remember to pay for the wine, they promise I can accompany you every year. "

As she spoke, she picked up her wand and waved around. Suddenly, a large number of balloons and ribbons appeared in the bar and fluttered freely in the air.

"Today is this Mr. Slughorn's birthday. Everyone is here to accompany him for a drink!"

Perhaps, the atmosphere of every individual or group festival is not inherent. Only when people create it consciously can the festival taste become rich and fragrant.

Looking at the hustle and bustle surrounding him, watching the drunkenness on his face gradually integrated into the smiling Slughorn, Maca could not help but smile.

But at this moment, as the wooden door of the bar squeaked, it seemed that another guest had arrived. However, it is doubtful that the sunlight outside this time did not penetrate into the bar while the door was opened, and everyone still had only dim lights swaying.

Maca, like the other guests, glanced subconsciously, but in the next moment, the reason why the sun didn't shine was revealed.

"Unexpectedly, I was accidentally pulled over to accompany the wine today, but I just met two acquaintances ..."

As he thought about it, he stood up with a glass of fruit juice, and slowly walked towards the door.

"The two really came to Hogwarts as guests, welcome and welcome!" Maka laughed. "Why didn't you tell me before I came? I'd better make some preparations in advance!"

The comer heard Maca's voice, and then took a few steps inside, and the light outside the door finally had a chance to penetrate. Unfortunately, the door closed automatically again in the next second, and the bar only brightened for a moment.

It turned out that the reason why the sun didn't run in was simply because it was "blocked" by someone!

"Ah! It's you, McLean." When the other party saw Maca, he immediately hurried a few steps, and grabbed Maca's shoulder, "I can see you as soon as I arrive. It's a fate! I have you here." What other welcome? "

"You really haven't changed a bit," Maca said, tilting her head under his arm and blinking at the other guest in front, saying hello, "Oh, Miss Hohenheim, how are you?"

"……Hello there."

Saying hello to Maca, the little guest was obviously less interested. She nodded her head towards Maca with a little difficulty ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ but her eyes quickly moved away and she stopped looking at him.

Yes, this pair of rare customers are the brothers and sisters of Hohenheim that Marca knew in Boothbatten, France. The fat brother Noah Hornheim, as always, has a high enthusiasm for Macana; but it happens to be the same name as Sarah Hornheim, the sister of the Muggle woman who took care of Delphi, but he is not as willing to deal with him as in France card.

However, she is not interested in Maca, but Maca is very interested in her!

"Come on! Come with me, let me introduce you to the two professors at Hogwarts," Maca drilled out of the fat man's fat, and led them in. "It's just fine today It's Professor Slughorn's birthday ... Oh, I think you guys probably know him too, he's not that famous! "

Under the guidance of Maca, the cheerful fat master and the little Sarah who were not very interested walked towards the bar together.

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