Chapter 405 405. One day before leaving Hogwarts
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 405. 405. The Day Before Leaving Hogwarts
Scott and Luna were chatting, and Penello, who was still red-eyed, came over.
She casually sat down next to the two of them, picked up a bottle of butter beer on the table, opened it, and took a few big gulps boldly.
Scott looked at her in surprise.
He didn't expect that this always quiet and elegant female prefect would show such a side.
"What are you looking at?" Penello squinted at him.
Scott smiled, "Butter beer doesn't have much alcohol, how did you get drunk?"
Penello also laughed when he heard this.
"I'm just a little sad," she said softly. "Until that day came, I didn't know I would be so sad when I left Hogwarts."
She raised the wine bottle and took a few more generous sips. She looked up at the dark blue ceiling of the common room where the stars were shining, and she was a little fascinated.
"It saddens me to think that after leaving I will never be able to go into this common room again."
"It's not just the common room." Luna said suddenly, "You don't even have much chance to go into Hogwarts Castle again."
Penello turned his head and looked at Luna expressionlessly.
Scott quickly said: "But if you can apply to Hogwarts as a faculty member, you can come back here."
"Pfft." Penello couldn't help laughing again.
"I'm not angry." She winked at Luna. "Although it sounds unpleasant, Luna is telling the truth."
Luna smiled at her too.
Penello added: "And, unless Hogwarts needs a new teaching assistant, I won't be able to come back. After all, my level is not high enough to be a professor."
"As it happens, Miss Graplan has resigned," said Scott.
Penello gave him a blank look, "I didn't take the protection of magical animals class."
Scott shrugged.
Penello said: "Of course, if I'm not afraid of death, maybe Professor Dumbledore will agree to recruit a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts who is not very good."
"Forget it." Scott shook his head.
Even if it is sent to death, it is still a pick.
However, the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts this school year were interesting. Sirius and Lupine took turns to serve as professors for a semester, and they spent the school year safely like this.
"Penello, where will you work after graduation?" Luna asked curiously.
"I don't know." Penello scratched his hair with some annoyance, "There are not many jobs in the British magic world that can provide us graduates."
She tossed her hair and stood up straight away.
"Okay, let's not talk about these unpleasant topics."
After saying something with a smile, she carried the bottle and walked towards the small stage belonging to the choir.
At this time, no one was singing, only Milton and a few classmates were playing instruments together.
Penello walked straight onto the stage and handed the half-drunk butterbeer to the violinist.
The fiddler took the Butterbeer, the other musicians fell under his influence, and the music stopped.
Everyone in the common room looked at Penello standing on the stage.
Penello looked at everyone in the room, and it took a while before he spoke.
"Sorry, I felt like I had a lot to say just now." She smiled gently, "But now I don't know what to say specifically..."
That's what she said, but she seemed to be a little drunk, so she just stood on the stage and chattered.
She talked about the stories that happened during the seven years she spent at Hogwarts and the friends she knew.
She didn't speak much coherently, which didn't seem to fit everyone's stamp of this shrewd and capable prefect, but everyone listened attentively.
Penello babbled on and on for a long time, but finally he seemed to be sober, so he stopped.
"I don't know why, I feel like crying." She wiped the corners of her eyes.
Many girls present burst into tears, especially the seventh grade girls.
The male students in the seventh grade also had red eyes.
"I am grateful for the experience and will never forget the memories."
Penello suddenly cried out.
"Finally, I want to say, Hogwarts, long live! Ravenclaw, long live!"
"Hogwarts, long live! Ravenclaw, long live!" Many people followed suit.
Milton played his "Ravenclaw Impressions" with several musicians.
This celebratory dinner lasted until late at night.
With Penello taking the lead, nearly every graduating seventh grader took to the stage to say something.
That night, many people cried and laughed.
Time soon came to the day before leaving school.
On this evening, Hogwarts will routinely hold a lively end-of-the-year dinner.
Not long after Scott got up in the morning, the Weasley twins, who couldn't wait, had already run outside the Ravenclaw common room.
After seeing Scott, Fred immediately smiled and said, "Good morning, Scott. Let's borrow your big mirror."
"No problem." Scott agreed.
When he turned around, he still couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Are you two sure you want to play your work at the dinner party, in front of the teachers and students of the whole school?"
"Of course." Fred still didn't hesitate.
"It's our work!" George tried to throw Scotta into the water.
Scott raised his eyebrows, "No, it's your work."
"Okay." George shrugged.
Out of good intentions, Scott asked again, "You should be aware of the consequences. Many people will not look very good by then, including Professor McGonagall, who trusted you before."
The expressions of Fred and George changed slightly, as if they were a little shaken.
But they quickly gritted their teeth and became firm.
"It's already a holiday, we will leave Hogwarts tomorrow."
"There is no point penalty, no confinement, no labor punishment, and at most there is only a little criticism."
"So we're not going to change our minds."
"This is to amaze everyone!"
Scott would like to say, you are not about to graduate from seventh grade!
But I have to say that he also wanted to see that scene a little bit, so he lent the twins the big modified mirror.
Fred and George said thank you, and happily ran away carrying the mirror.
Scott stretched his waist, slowly walked down the tower, and then slowly walked towards the auditorium.
When he saw Harry in the corridor on the first floor of the castle, Scott wanted to turn around.
But the next second, Ron and Hermione appeared behind Harry.
The moment Hermione saw Scott, her eyes widened, and she immediately strode over aggressively.
"Good morning, Scott." Hermione spoke loudly at this time, her tone a little stiff, "How did you do in the exam?"
"It feels good, thank you for your concern." Scott said with a smile.
Probably because Scott smiled kindly enough, Hermione's face looked better.
But she quickly pursed her lips again, the serious expression on her face was exactly the same as that of Professor McGonagall.
"I want to talk to you about something we've discussed before, about house-elves..."
"Let's have breakfast first." Scott rubbed his belly and said with a smile, "I'm a little hungry."
"Yeah, Hermione, we're hungry too." Harry, standing behind Hermione, chimed in and winked at Scott.
Ron followed up: "Scott and Harry are right, I don't know what house-elves have to discuss, let's go."
Both Scott and Harry looked at Ron.
Because although the three boys present had expressed the same meaning just now, everyone could tell that only Ron was really hungry.
So he successfully attracted the firepower.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Hermione turned her head and stared at Ron with piercing eyes. "Don't forget, those poor house-elves made your breakfast too!"
Ron said unhappily: "You have eaten those foods too, and you have eaten them for three years!"
"That's why I didn't know about it!" Hermione said angrily. "I tried to give them some money, but they didn't want it!"
"I told you, don't go against their nature!" Ron seemed angry too.
The two just stared at each other like this, arguing with each other.
Scott looked at Ron, who was blushing, and was a little speechless.
Although he is very grateful to him for diverting the firepower, Scott also has to say that this is really a silly boy with solid eyes.
Scott and Harry had to talk to each other for a while before they stopped their fight.
Hermione snorted coldly at Ron, then looked at Scott again.
Scott felt bad for a while.
"Are you calm now, Hermione." He quickly seized the opportunity.
"Thank you, I'm calm." Hermione's tone was stiff.
"That's good." Scott smiled, "I know what you want to say, and you also know my point of view. I don't think any of us can convince anyone. Why don't we respect each other?"
"Hmph!" Hermione snorted again.
"I think it's fine, Hermione," Harry said. "You can prove your point of view with actions. Of course, Ron and I will help you."
As he spoke, he reached out and tugged Ron.
Ron didn't speak, and seemed to acquiesce.
Scott remembered Hermione's fuss over the house elves in the "Original Book" and the "vomit" badge she produced, and couldn't help but look at Harry with pity.
This is also a silly boy, he didn't know what he had agreed to, and even dragged Ron into the water.
"Of course." Hermione, who was supported by Harry, smiled, "I will definitely prove it with actions."
As he spoke, he gave Scott a provocative look.
"I'm looking forward to it," Scott said.
To be honest, he no longer dared to provoke this girl who was full of vigor, seriousness and action.
Anyway, let him be with the house-elves.
Out of this mentality, Scott left the auditorium alone after a hasty breakfast.
All the way to the eighth floor of the castle's main building, he used his magic perception to avoid other students and quietly walked into Helena's study.
"Good morning, Scott."
The girl Helena in the painting greeted him once again in a rare, active, and somewhat warm way.
"It's almost summer break."
The girl in the painting asked eagerly and enviously.
"Where are you going to go during the summer vacation?"
Sorry, I didn't make enough 4000 words for today's update, I will strive for more tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)
Scott and Luna were chatting, and Penello, who was still red-eyed, came over.
She casually sat down next to the two of them, picked up a bottle of butter beer on the table, opened it, and took a few big gulps boldly.
Scott looked at her in surprise.
He didn't expect that this always quiet and elegant female prefect would show such a side.
"What are you looking at?" Penello squinted at him.
Scott smiled, "Butter beer doesn't have much alcohol, how did you get drunk?"
Penello also laughed when he heard this.
"I'm just a little sad," she said softly. "Until that day came, I didn't know I would be so sad when I left Hogwarts."
She raised the wine bottle and took a few more generous sips. She looked up at the dark blue ceiling of the common room where the stars were shining, and she was a little fascinated.
"It saddens me to think that after leaving I will never be able to go into this common room again."
"It's not just the common room." Luna said suddenly, "You don't even have much chance to go into Hogwarts Castle again."
Penello turned his head and looked at Luna expressionlessly.
Scott quickly said: "But if you can apply to Hogwarts as a faculty member, you can come back here."
"Pfft." Penello couldn't help laughing again.
"I'm not angry." She winked at Luna. "Although it sounds unpleasant, Luna is telling the truth."
Luna smiled at her too.
Penello added: "And, unless Hogwarts needs a new teaching assistant, I won't be able to come back. After all, my level is not high enough to be a professor."
"As it happens, Miss Graplan has resigned," said Scott.
Penello gave him a blank look, "I didn't take the protection of magical animals class."
Scott shrugged.
Penello said: "Of course, if I'm not afraid of death, maybe Professor Dumbledore will agree to recruit a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts who is not very good."
"Forget it." Scott shook his head.
Even if it is sent to death, it is still a pick.
However, the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts this school year were interesting. Sirius and Lupine took turns to serve as professors for a semester, and they spent the school year safely like this.
"Penello, where will you work after graduation?" Luna asked curiously.
"I don't know." Penello scratched his hair with some annoyance, "There are not many jobs in the British magic world that can provide us graduates."
She tossed her hair and stood up straight away.
"Okay, let's not talk about these unpleasant topics."
After saying something with a smile, she carried the bottle and walked towards the small stage belonging to the choir.
At this time, no one was singing, only Milton and a few classmates were playing instruments together.
Penello walked straight onto the stage and handed the half-drunk butterbeer to the violinist.
The fiddler took the Butterbeer, the other musicians fell under his influence, and the music stopped.
Everyone in the common room looked at Penello standing on the stage.
Penello looked at everyone in the room, and it took a while before he spoke.
"Sorry, I felt like I had a lot to say just now." She smiled gently, "But now I don't know what to say specifically..."
That's what she said, but she seemed to be a little drunk, so she just stood on the stage and chattered.
She talked about the stories that happened during the seven years she spent at Hogwarts and the friends she knew.
She didn't speak much coherently, which didn't seem to fit everyone's stamp of this shrewd and capable prefect, but everyone listened attentively.
Penello babbled on and on for a long time, but finally he seemed to be sober, so he stopped.
"I don't know why, I feel like crying." She wiped the corners of her eyes.
Many girls present burst into tears, especially the seventh grade girls.
The male students in the seventh grade also had red eyes.
"I am grateful for the experience and will never forget the memories."
Penello suddenly cried out.
"Finally, I want to say, Hogwarts, long live! Ravenclaw, long live!"
"Hogwarts, long live! Ravenclaw, long live!" Many people followed suit.
Milton played his "Ravenclaw Impressions" with several musicians.
This celebratory dinner lasted until late at night.
With Penello taking the lead, nearly every graduating seventh grader took to the stage to say something.
That night, many people cried and laughed.
Time soon came to the day before leaving school.
On this evening, Hogwarts will routinely hold a lively end-of-the-year dinner.
Not long after Scott got up in the morning, the Weasley twins, who couldn't wait, had already run outside the Ravenclaw common room.
After seeing Scott, Fred immediately smiled and said, "Good morning, Scott. Let's borrow your big mirror."
"No problem." Scott agreed.
When he turned around, he still couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Are you two sure you want to play your work at the dinner party, in front of the teachers and students of the whole school?"
"Of course." Fred still didn't hesitate.
"It's our work!" George tried to throw Scotta into the water.
Scott raised his eyebrows, "No, it's your work."
"Okay." George shrugged.
Out of good intentions, Scott asked again, "You should be aware of the consequences. Many people will not look very good by then, including Professor McGonagall, who trusted you before."
The expressions of Fred and George changed slightly, as if they were a little shaken.
But they quickly gritted their teeth and became firm.
"It's already a holiday, we will leave Hogwarts tomorrow."
"There is no point penalty, no confinement, no labor punishment, and at most there is only a little criticism."
"So we're not going to change our minds."
"This is to amaze everyone!"
Scott would like to say, you are not about to graduate from seventh grade!
But I have to say that he also wanted to see that scene a little bit, so he lent the twins the big modified mirror.
Fred and George said thank you, and happily ran away carrying the mirror.
Scott stretched his waist, slowly walked down the tower, and then slowly walked towards the auditorium.
When he saw Harry in the corridor on the first floor of the castle, Scott wanted to turn around.
But the next second, Ron and Hermione appeared behind Harry.
The moment Hermione saw Scott, her eyes widened, and she immediately strode over aggressively.
"Good morning, Scott." Hermione spoke loudly at this time, her tone a little stiff, "How did you do in the exam?"
"It feels good, thank you for your concern." Scott said with a smile.
Probably because Scott smiled kindly enough, Hermione's face looked better.
But she quickly pursed her lips again, the serious expression on her face was exactly the same as that of Professor McGonagall.
"I want to talk to you about something we've discussed before, about house-elves..."
"Let's have breakfast first." Scott rubbed his belly and said with a smile, "I'm a little hungry."
"Yeah, Hermione, we're hungry too." Harry, standing behind Hermione, chimed in and winked at Scott.
Ron followed up: "Scott and Harry are right, I don't know what house-elves have to discuss, let's go."
Both Scott and Harry looked at Ron.
Because although the three boys present had expressed the same meaning just now, everyone could tell that only Ron was really hungry.
So he successfully attracted the firepower.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Hermione turned her head and stared at Ron with piercing eyes. "Don't forget, those poor house-elves made your breakfast too!"
Ron said unhappily: "You have eaten those foods too, and you have eaten them for three years!"
"That's why I didn't know about it!" Hermione said angrily. "I tried to give them some money, but they didn't want it!"
"I told you, don't go against their nature!" Ron seemed angry too.
The two just stared at each other like this, arguing with each other.
Scott looked at Ron, who was blushing, and was a little speechless.
Although he is very grateful to him for diverting the firepower, Scott also has to say that this is really a silly boy with solid eyes.
Scott and Harry had to talk to each other for a while before they stopped their fight.
Hermione snorted coldly at Ron, then looked at Scott again.
Scott felt bad for a while.
"Are you calm now, Hermione." He quickly seized the opportunity.
"Thank you, I'm calm." Hermione's tone was stiff.
"That's good." Scott smiled, "I know what you want to say, and you also know my point of view. I don't think any of us can convince anyone. Why don't we respect each other?"
"Hmph!" Hermione snorted again.
"I think it's fine, Hermione," Harry said. "You can prove your point of view with actions. Of course, Ron and I will help you."
As he spoke, he reached out and tugged Ron.
Ron didn't speak, and seemed to acquiesce.
Scott remembered Hermione's fuss over the house elves in the "Original Book" and the "vomit" badge she produced, and couldn't help but look at Harry with pity.
This is also a silly boy, he didn't know what he had agreed to, and even dragged Ron into the water.
"Of course." Hermione, who was supported by Harry, smiled, "I will definitely prove it with actions."
As he spoke, he gave Scott a provocative look.
"I'm looking forward to it," Scott said.
To be honest, he no longer dared to provoke this girl who was full of vigor, seriousness and action.
Anyway, let him be with the house-elves.
Out of this mentality, Scott left the auditorium alone after a hasty breakfast.
All the way to the eighth floor of the castle's main building, he used his magic perception to avoid other students and quietly walked into Helena's study.
"Good morning, Scott."
The girl Helena in the painting greeted him once again in a rare, active, and somewhat warm way.
"It's almost summer break."
The girl in the painting asked eagerly and enviously.
"Where are you going to go during the summer vacation?"
Sorry, I didn't make enough 4000 words for today's update, I will strive for more tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)
