Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Gryffindor turned the tables and won the Quidditch Cup this school year, and the excitement lingered in the castle for a long time.

It has been a long time since there has been any other weather except sunny days outside the window. The air is so hot that people just want to take a walk on the field with iced pumpkin juice, sit by the black lake and play a few games of wizard chess or a few high games. cloth stone.

Or just sit there and watch the giant squid swimming in the black lake, and have a water fight with it.

But no, the approaching exams prevented the students from taking time to go outside for fun. They had to stay in the castle and ignore the warm summer wind blowing in from the windows, allowing their brains to concentrate and review for the upcoming exams.

Fred and George both quieted down, they had to face the owl exam.

If the Weasley brothers fail this exam, Mrs. Weasley will definitely punish them with a stick.

Without the naughty brother, Mr. Filch finally no longer had to wander around the castle with a sullen face, but had time to stand quietly on the lawn and bask in the sun. Soul saw the old man through the bedroom window several times.

"I still have 34 pages to read. Where are you going to take me?" Hermione muttered, reluctantly holding her little hand and taking her mysteriously to a certain place in the castle. Said Soul from everywhere.

"You can't read every day. You still need to relax occasionally." Suer said warmly, "Better rest is to devote yourself to studying better."

"And now the professors don't teach new things. What's more, the content of the assessment will not go beyond the third grade. It's useless for you to read the fourth grade textbooks."

"What if?" Hermione had exam syndrome and no sense of security at all.

"There is no such thing as a chance." Soul rolled his eyes, "Anyway, you will be the number one in the third grade of Gryffindor, so don't worry."

"I don't doubt it. Okay, just relax." Hermione snorted softly from the tip of her nose, and then asked coquettishly, "Where are we going?"

"You'll find out later." Soul remained mysterious.

Hermione pouted where Soul couldn't see her, but she obediently let Soul pull him towards somewhere in the castle.

After a while, Soul took Hermione to the room at the top of a short tower near the astronomy tower.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard a clear and loud bird call from inside.

"Why is there the hoot of an owl?" Hermione blinked, then reacted and looked at Soul in surprise.

"I understand, is Xiao Huihui's child hatched?"

"That's right." Soul said with a smile, and raised his hand to push the door in. "All three came out, and Hagrid arranged a small room for them so that Hedwig and Little Huihui can raise their children in peace."

As soon as the door opened, Hedwig carefully used her big feathers to protect the naughty child under her wings. She didn't relax until she saw that it was Soul and Hermione, two acquaintances, and called softly a few times.

Three little owls, one gray and two white, emerged from under Hedwig's wings.

"Wow, so cute." Hermione's eyes were bright, and Soul took out a small bag of fresh meat sticks from his bag and handed it to Hermione.

"Here, feed your grandchildren and cultivate some affection."

The egg Hedwig laid in December took more than a month to hatch, and after another two months of raising, the child it and Xiao Huihui now have is more than four months old, almost half a year old, and its feathers have grown plump. It’s the age when you learn to fly from your parents, and it’s also when the owl species is at its most adorable.

Of course, Hermione, like other girls, had no ability to resist fluffy, cute little furry animals. She happily took the meat strips from Soul's hand and walked towards the little owls.

Hedwig flapped her wings lazily, left the nest and flew to Sur, tilted her head and pecked his trousers with her beak, knowing that Sur must still have her share there.

As Hedwig's owner, Harry has not been here since Christmas until now due to various reasons. Hedwig has almost become the owl of the Soul family.

Time was like the strips of meat in Hermione's hands, being fed into three small mouths one by one and disappearing.

Exam week has begun, and the castle is eerily silent. The little wizards go to the corresponding exam classroom after breakfast, nervously waiting for the exam to begin.

Well, there is one person who is an exception. Old God Soul took out a candy and stuffed it in his mouth. Next to him, Hermione took out her notes and read them page by page, mumbling something. She would fall into this state when the exam comes. , it has been like this since the first exam in the first grade, and it has not changed.

The first exam was Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class. It wasn't until noon that they came out of the Transfiguration class examination room. They were all listless and pale. They compared the answers to the test questions with their friends around them and complained about how difficult the exam was. big.

One of the questions was to turn a kettle into a turtle.

"The turtle I conjured is just like a turtle. I wonder if Professor McGonagall will deduct some points from me for this." Hermione said in a fuss, but she didn't know that she was like saying that she had taken an exam after she finished it. A smashed top student is just as hateful.

"No points will be deducted." Soul whispered, "Turtles are turtles too. Hermione, you'd better look around. You are irritating everyone."

Hermione turned her head and looked around, then lowered her chin obediently and started eating.

"The tail of the turtle I conjured still looks like the spout of a pot. It's really scary. I feel like Professor McGonagall can at least give me a good one." A young wizard said dejectedly, "My mother will definitely scold me."

"This is actually not bad. The turtle I conjured is still spitting steam from its mouth. Does anyone know if turtles should spit steam?" Another little wizard said.

In the afternoon, it was Professor Flitwick's Charms exam. The test paper given by the good old man was quite simple. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. However, the practical exams that followed were not so easy. They had to combine the spells they had learned this school year. Cast the spell once.

This didn't bother Sur, but when he was waiting for others at the door, Ron was taken out of the classroom by someone behind him, laughing hysterically with a painful look on his face, followed by an apologetic look on his face. of Harry.

Ron was like this because when Harry cast the last Happy Charm, he was too nervous to cast the spell.

Malfoy, who had long since recovered from his Quidditch defeat, stood pointing at Ron and laughing.

"Draco Malfoy, bring your partner in." The next moment, Professor Flitwick's calm voice sounded.

Now it was his turn. Malfoy's expression changed and he walked into the classroom with his partner Crabbe.