The days at Hogwarts

Chapter 627 Results

Grimmauld Place, Black House.

"...Don't worry. Greyback has been executed by the Magical Congress of the United States of America. The trials here are incredibly efficient and the laws are stricter..."

"…I need to stay here temporarily to deal with the remaining werewolf affairs and negotiate with the Muggle government…"

"…take good care of Harry…"

"…your loyal Remus."

The soft yellow light illuminated the bedroom. Sirius sat on the bed and read the foreign letter over and over again. His long-tensed nerves finally relaxed and he let out a long breath.

Suddenly, a series of not-so-light footsteps came from behind, and two white arms suddenly wrapped around my neck, bringing with them a refreshing aroma: "Kreacher made jam sponge cake. I know you don't like things that are too sweet, so I specifically told him to use less sugar. Do you want to try it?"

Because of the pregnancy, her arms were not slender, but slightly swollen and soft to the touch. Sirius was very attached to this feeling and said vaguely, "He is obedient now, but he only listens to you. Sometimes I even suspect that you are his original owner."

Betty smiled softly and fiddled with his slightly prickly stubble. The touch was somewhat relaxing. "Stop complaining. If you don't go down, the kids will eat your portion of the muffin."

"I don't want to eat it anyway." Sirius put away the letter, stood up, hugged his wife, and kissed the corner of her mouth, "The sweetness here is just right for me."

"Stay away, your beard is pricking me..."

"I'll shave it off tomorrow. All of it."

"..."

The two hugged and talked for a while. Pregnant women do not have much energy, and soon they became drowsy, squinted their eyes, and could not speak clearly.

Sirius helped his wife lie down, careful and gentle movements.

"Sirius?"

The voice was vague and weak, just an unconscious murmur.

"I'm here."

The woman's eyelashes trembled only slightly, and he didn't dare touch her again, for fear of waking her up.

After a few minutes, Sirius carefully placed his hand on his swollen belly. The stretch marks on the belly did not feel smooth. He wondered which potions would be helpful for pregnant women. It took him a long time to realize that Muggles had no magic power in their bodies and should not touch potions rashly.

"Let's consider Muggle medicine..."

Suddenly, he felt a strange touch, as if a faint force was touching his palm through his belly.

Sirius suddenly became stiff and dared not move. His breathing stopped. His heart was trembling, and an unprecedented complex emotion filled his body and mind.

Surprise, disbelief, worry...

The touch flashed by and quickly disappeared, but his heart could not calm down for a long time. Various images flashed in his rapidly spinning mind, and countless thoughts surged up like a tide.

The rebellious life in his youth was to rebel against his parents, the grief and despair in hunting down Pettigrew was to avenge James, and the confusion in Azkaban was to atone for his own mistakes...

Sirius looked back at the memories of the past few decades and had an inexplicable feeling that he should have died a long time ago.

Since when did this messy life begin to come alive? Since when did he begin to feel that he was so truly alive?
A pair of dark, shining eyes suddenly appeared, and Sirius felt sincere gratitude and even deeper remorse in his heart.

His thoughts were drifting towards the sky with the summer night wind. When Sirius came to his senses, Betty in front of him had woken up at some point and was looking at him with her slightly glowing eyes and a gentle smile.

"Why are you awake?"

"You can't sleep. Your child is being naughty again."

Sirius couldn't help but laugh, "It just so happens that I have something I want to discuss with you."

"You said."

"I want to take you home this weekend."

Betty was stunned for a moment and looked at him straight: "Isn't this my home?"

"Listen to me..." Sirius stroked her cheek, "I can get involved in danger myself, but I can't allow you to be implicated by me. Besides, for you and the child, the care in a Muggle hospital is more comprehensive."

"..."

Betty was silent for a long time, then leaned her head on his shoulder: "I know."

"..."

"Promise me that before you do anything, you'll think about your child first."

"I will."

……

It is already late July. The sun, which was still a bit sultry during the day, has set and the evening breeze has brought coolness. London is not dark at night. The bridge across the Thames is dotted with colorful lights and the streets are full of gorgeous neon lights.

After dinner and a movie, Loren and Hermione took a double-decker bus back to Hampstead.

The little witch leaned on the window to look at the night view outside, her eyes sparkling. Without turning her head, she asked, "I have a wonderful idea, Loren. If the Knight Bus runs at full speed to catch up with the twilight line, will it never get light?"

“Can the Knight Bus cross the sea?”

“I don’t know…”

The little witch frowned and said thoughtfully, "The Knight Bus only travels within the range permitted by the Ministry of Magic. When crossing a river, it uses a bridge. However, the magic bus was made several centuries ago, when there were not so many bridges. From this perspective, it should be waterproof."

Loren rubbed her head and said, "When you become the Minister of Magic in the future, try soaking the Knight Bus in water."

Hermione glanced at him dimly: "A minister like this will definitely be dismissed by the Wizengamot."

"You certainly can't give orders directly. You can take a roundabout approach, such as reforming the Transportation Department, promoting magic buses on a large scale, and soaking them in water under the guise of testing." Loren made random suggestions.

“The Department of Transportation can indeed be reformed.”

"right……"

“The Knight Bus has great freight capacity and may be used for other purposes in the future.”

"You're thinking long-term, Minister Granger..."

"You were the one who brought it up first..."

"Tsk..."

There is no logic in the absurd jokes, but when they come out of that person's mouth, they become infinitely interesting out of thin air.

The two chatted in whispers all the way, and after arriving at the station, they walked side by side towards home.

Walking along the path in Hampstead Garden, I saw two neighboring houses with lights on in the distance. Suddenly, the little witch's suppressed cry was heard beside me. She pointed to the mailbox outside the house, on which two owls were standing side by side.

“It’s the transcript!”

Hermione grabbed Loren's arm tightly, her voice full of uncontrollable excitement, and quickly dragged him over.

"Loren, I'm a little scared to look at it!"

When she walked in front of the owl, she was scared. The little witch hid behind Loren, pulling his arm and trembling slightly.

Loren smiled and came forward, stroked the two beautiful tawny owls, handed over two pieces of dried white mice, and then took down two envelopes with his and Hermione's names written on them respectively.

"Shall I read it for you or do you read it yourself?"

"You look at it for me."

"Let me see..." Loren opened the envelope and unfolded the parchment, shaking his head in a serious tone: This result... um..."

"What?" Hermione held her breath, barely daring to look at him.

"So T stands for Terrible, not Troll."

"Does my grade have a T?" Hermione's voice trembled.

"Not really. I just felt a little emotional when I saw the grading levels on the first page." Loren handed it to her to show her the contents of the first page.

"No, look at my grades!" Hermione turned her head away in fear, but her eyes glanced uncontrollably -

The title "Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination Results" was centered in bold black letters, spelled out in full rather than abbreviated.

The two rows below are the grade levels. Excellent (O), good (E), and pass (A) are qualified grades, while poor (P), very poor (D), and extreme poor (T) are failing grades.

"hey-hey……"

Loren found it very interesting. He slowly unfolded the second page and immediately gasped: "Hiss——"

"What's wrong?" Hermione's heart suddenly rose.

"You actually took ten exams, one more than me!"

"..." Hermione took a deep breath, lowered her voice, and said without emotion, "It depends on the results."

"Let me see." Loren looked down at the report card again, paused for a moment, and read slowly, "Hermione Granger's grades are as follows, Astronomy--"

Hermione glanced up at him quietly.

Loren ended his drawn-out speech and changed the subject to ask, "What are the results of astronomy?"

"..."

Hermione looked up at him, one hand clenched into a fist and her eyes turned dangerous.

"Ahem..." Feeling that his personal safety was threatened, Loren immediately revealed, "My astronomy score is excellent."

Hermione suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and her eyes softened a lot.

"The next one... Care of Magical Creatures—"

Hearing his voice rising again after a long pause, Hermione couldn't bear it any longer. She punched him and snatched the report card, saying unhappily, "I'd better read it myself!"

On the transcript, ten excellent grades were neatly lined up in a row.

Hermione read the parchment over and over again, and her breathing became light and free again. She thought that her ancient runes could only get a good result.

"Hehe..." Loren rubbed his shoulders and said with a smile, "It's more suspenseful when I reveal it that way, right? The greater the anticipation, the greater the surprise."

Hermione glared at him and reached for another envelope: "Then let me read your report card like this and see if you are surprised or not?"

Loren dodged sideways and sneered: "Don't think I don't know. You just want to see my results, don't even think about it."

"Give it to me!" Hermione pressed forward.

"Don't even think about it!"

"Give me……"

The two men's voices became lower and lower, and they ran into the house chasing each other.

Two owls stood on the mailbox, their clever eyes following their movements.

Faintly he could hear the little witch's angry voice, she was shouting something like "I've shown you my transcript, why don't you show me yours?" Later, when she realized that threats didn't work, she tried to bribe him, "Let me see your transcript, and I can help you choose your classes next semester." But no matter how she shouted, Loren didn't fall for it.

The owl's head turned to the extreme angle and then suddenly returned to its original position.

The two birds looked at each other and continued to enjoy the dried white mouse.

There’s nothing interesting about a little wizard in love.

……

"Smile less and don't be so proud..."

Loren leaned slightly to the right, adjusted his center of gravity and shook his shoulders, gently bumping into Hermione who was sitting next to him: "What's so good about it? Even if you get excellent grades in all subjects, you don't have to stare at the transcript for so long. Be humble..."

Hermione hummed twice, lowered her head and looked at the two report cards again, she couldn't stop smiling and was in a very happy mood.

The two neat rows of excellence look so pleasing to the eye.

Unfortunately, one of the tables only had nine subjects, missing one of the ancient runes, so there were slight differences between the two neat and consistent tables.

"If you take the Ancient Runes test, you can get an excellent one." Hermione said with some regret, carefully folding the parchment and leaning her head to the side. "For the next Ultimate Wizarding Level Test, how about we choose the same subjects and both get 12 certificates?"

“It sounds exhausting.”

"We study together and take exams together, so we don't feel tired."

"Idealism... Be rational, Professor Granger. Such magic has not yet been created."

"..." The little witch looked at him unhappily.

"Hehe..." Loren laughed twice, hugged the girl and shook her, "Have you decided what courses to take in the sixth grade?"

"Not yet..." Hermione shook her head, her voice lazy, "I must continue to study Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Herbs, Care of Magical Creatures, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and History of Magic. There are time conflicts in the elective course arrangement, I have to think about it carefully."

"Some subjects can be taught by yourself, such as the history of magic... and ancient runes. If you encounter any difficulties, just ask me."

"Professor Babbling will be sad." Hermione gently bumped her head against his, expressing her annoyance affectionately.

"What's the big deal? When we were chatting in the dormitory before the holiday, Harry and Ron said they didn't plan to continue taking the Care of Magical Creatures course."

"Oh... this is too cruel!" Hermione looked up with eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief, "Hagrid will definitely be sad, I can imagine him crying in the cabin."

"It's all Harry and Ron's fault, two terrible guys."

"emmm..."

Hermione narrowed her eyes and looked at him suspiciously: "Why do I feel like you're going to drop out of Hagrid's class too."

"Hmm... I have this idea. The Care of Magical Creatures course is too long, and the observation assignments take a lot of time. If I drop it, I can free up a lot of class time."

"Stop talking, stop talking..." Hermione quickly covered his mouth, "If you keep talking, I'll be tempted. The four of us can't all abandon Hagrid."

Loren slowly pulled down her hand, kneaded it in his hand, and observed the little witch's tangled expression with interest. He was still muttering to himself: "But Hagrid has been teaching for several years. He is already a qualified professor. A qualified professor does not lack a few students... and we are friends. We can meet on weekends..."

“Perhaps friends need more support from their friends?”

"This……"

"But Hagrid certainly understands us."

"..."

Hermione clutched the parchment in silence.

Loren stood up, patted his coat and trouser legs, then patted her shoulder: "Then you should think about it carefully, and consider my courses as well. I don't want to take History of Magic, and it's better to drop astronomy. In fact, there is no need for potions, but I still have to continue to contact Professor Slughorn, and it's not good for Professor Snape to know..."

The little witch's two beautiful eyebrows were twisted together, and her tangled little face was very funny.

(End of this chapter)