When Hermione came out of the office, she was still dizzy.

Although the professor did not say it explicitly, the hint was already very obvious. Sirius Black was innocent, or, at least, he was harmless to Harry.

She didn't know whether to tell Harry, but she didn't know the truth, and she was just worried. She was already annoyed enough now. As the Easter holiday approached, professors from various subjects all increased their homework, and Hermione felt like she was busy like a top.

The time converter was used to the extreme by her, but even so, she inevitably missed some lessons.

Hermione was somewhat glad that the duel study group was temporarily cancelled because Harry focused all his attention on Quidditch training every day, and he had to discuss various tactics with Wood during daily intervals, and homework could only be completed in fragmented time.

This caused the quality of Harry's papers handed over to decline, but fortunately he was not the only one who was scolded.

Harry and Draco Malfoy were called to the office of the professor of Transformation, "Gentlemen, I know you are preparing for the Quidditch final, but this is not the reason you make a mess of your homework." Professor McGonagall said with a stern face.

Yes, in the final of Quidditch, Harry was in a daze that tomorrow was the first day of the Easter holiday, and the first Saturday after the holiday was the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

He came back to his senses and stared at Draco Malfoy, with obvious dark circles hanging on his pale face, showing a provocative look. This is just a microcosm of the tension between the two academies and the two teams. In recent times, the conflict between the lion and the snake has been almost on the surface.

A trace of gloom flashed in Draco's eyes. He was under great pressure in the team and was regarded as a jammer to delay Porter's offensive speed, which made him indignant for a while, but when he thought of the speed of the Firepost, he had no temper.

He wrote to his family to find out the price of the fireboat, but his father rarely rejected him. This thing is more than seven light wheels on his entire team.

2001 is more expensive. He is a bit incredible. Who gave it to Porter?

It wouldn't be Potter's stupid admirer.

"...I have never been like this. There are two students in the hospital, and they keep leeks in their ears. Seven people are in a confinement..." Professor McGonagall's voice seemed to be used as the background sound of the two of them looking at each other full of gunpowder, and it is obvious that McGonagall also discovered this.

She said angrily: "Go, I'll just say this once, but if you don't restrain yourself..." She blushed and hesitated for a long time, but insisted: "I'll put your confinement in you, yes, before the final! I'll discuss it with Severus."

Harry quickly assured Professor McGonagall that Draco's expression softened, and he squeezed a smile at Harry. Harry held back nothing sarcastic words and shook his hand.

After coming out of the transformation class classroom, the two of them leaning against each other separated from each other, Draco snorted contempt and turned away. Harry returned to the common room and happened to hear Semo shouting: "This is also called a holiday? It's still far from the exam!"

I leaned over and found that they were counting the homework left by each subject.

Dean Thomas turned his fingers and had been counting for a long time: "...History of Magic, three two-foot papers; Potion class, three, one of which is three feet, Snape's brain must have been flooded! The title is - Let's take a look - Appreciation of the improved formula of Wolf Poison Potion..."

Dean whispered a swear word and said in a whisper: "I won't take the final exam, why do we write this thing?" He muttered: "What do you know about the latest developments in the field of potions... He just wants to show off his research results."

Harry could no longer agree with his point of view, and Dean continued to say: "... Transformation class, two papers, and the transformation exercise of dead objects to living objects; astronomical class, twelve astrological maps..."

He heard the sound of dry retching beside him, turned his head and saw that it was Neville. He said palely, "Sorry, I feel a little nauseous..."

The twins came over and asked, "Do you want some refreshing agent?"

Harry said with a puzzled look: "Isn't this a treatment for a cold?"

Refrey is Mrs. Pomfrey's specialty, and it has immediate effects on colds and flu. The only disadvantage is that after drinking this medicine, the ears will continue to smoke for the next few hours.

"We made improvements to make it worthy of its name," Fred said with a smile. "I'll try to show you." He took out a piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth. "We turned it into a solid, easy to carry, so that it can be taken in class. Well, a little bit unpalatable, George, write it down and can be changed to fruit flavor..."

"Received, buddy," George grinned, he took the commentary work and said to the young wizards: "You will be excited in the next few hours, except for a little sequelae..."

"Woooooo!"

Fred seemed to be hit by something, a burst of white smoke came out of his ears and a loud whistle sound in his mouth. He said with a refreshing spirit: "See not, immediately relieve fatigue, one worry-free, sincerely favor seven Sikes."

Dean was very interested in this. Harry was also a little moved when he looked at the stacked homework on the table. At this time, many young wizards had surrounded him and squeezed him outside. After five minutes, he found that every two minutes, Fred would pinch the time and make a whistle sound, as if he was imitating a train.

He thought about it again and again, but he retreated and found Ron and Hermione in the corner. Hermione's eyes were a little red and she was yawning in small mouths. He felt that Hermione needed more refreshing agents or refreshing candies.

She wrote and painted on a piece of parchment paper, and Harry looked down and found that it was a final review plan.

After a while, Hermione finally finished the task at hand. She bit her quill: "I should make full use of the Easter holiday. I have completed my homework for the history of magic and astronomy class--"

Ron said in surprise: "Don't you finish writing the ancient magical homework first?"

"The professor waived my homework and said there was no need to waste time," said Hermione.

Ron wailed, "How can this be... I'm still counting on referring to your paper!"

"In fact," Hermione said with a stern face: "all the top ten in the answering questions were exempted from homework."

Ron's eyes turned to Harry, his eyes full of expectations, Harry shrank his shoulders, "I have to train most of the holidays. We have an advantage, but we may be turned over. This is the worst situation - Wood is finally crazy."

"Okay, I'll write it, I'll lend it to you after I finish writing." Ron sighed.

Hermione snorted, but she didn't say anything, just stood up and walked out of the lounge. After a while, she came back yawning and looked even more tired.

Harry is still continuing the topic just now, "It's a bit strange to say. Professor McGonagall no longer forbids me to go out..."

Hermione was so excited that she woke up.

"What's wrong with you, Hermione?" Harry looked at her strangely, "Do you know the reason?"

"No, it's another thing, I'm not sure yet." Hermione said hesitantly: "When the Quidditch game is over, I have something to say to you."

...

The next morning.
Chapter completed!