Chapter 75 Summer vacation begins
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
Madam Pomfrey, who could not bear to be disturbed, had to release Soul from the school infirmary even though she was no longer willing to part with Soul as a living material.
Ever since the news of Sur's awakening spread, different little wizards have come to visit every day.
God knows where this little badger in first grade got so many friends.
Forget about a girl who stays from early morning until bedtime at night. After all, it is good for the patient's physical and mental health to have someone with her. Although Madam Pomfrey is a little surprised that today's first-year children can mature to this extent, as long as it does not affect her " Check (yan) check (jiu)" She also had no objection.
But what Pomfrey couldn't bear was that the one who came to visit the patient with chicken legs, if she remembered correctly, should be the youngest of the Weasley family.
Anyway, Soul was let out.
The first thing after being discharged from the hospital was to go to each professor's office to make up for the final exam.
The Potions class tested on the preparation of the amnesia potion. Although Snape's breathing could be clearly felt on the back of his neck during the entire test, Soul still handed in a perfect answer sheet.
The actual assessment of the Transfiguration class was even easier. The requirement was to transform a mouse into a snuff box - the more beautiful the box, the higher the score. This was not a problem for Soul, who had already mastered the transformation spell that was only learned in senior grades.
Until I wrote down the last answer to the question of who was the inventor of the automatic stirring crucible with a quill pen, the final assessment alone came to an end.
Next, it’s time to wait for the vacation to start in two days.
One last thing, though...
"You, who are you! Who are you! My father is the school director!!"
After a long time...
In the auditorium on the first floor, Ron laughed and slapped the table.
"Did you hear that? I almost died laughing."
"I don't know who put a sack on Malfoy, tied him up and stuffed him into the bathroom toilet. Now the whole Slytherin has exploded, and many people are looking for the murderer."
"Although I don't know who did it, I want to say, well done!"
Harry looked at Soul with a strange look. In the afternoon, Soul borrowed the invisibility cloak from him, and then something like this happened.
It was clear who the murderer was.
Suer acted like a normal person, picked up the apple on the table and took a bite, turning a blind eye to Harry's eyes.
"Did you do it?" Hermione noticed Harry's eyes and asked quietly.
Soul didn't answer, but Hermione seemed to get the answer.
"Well done," she said.
.........
The summer vacation had begun, and Soul was sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room, flipping through a book, while Hermione looked at the parchment in her hand in disbelief.
Just now, an owl sent a letter, and the content of the letter was Sur's final grade.
Hermione looked at it over and over again, and finally closed herself up.
"Why do you have higher scores than me!"
"Isn't this normal?" Suer raised his eyebrows.
"This is not normal!" Hermione screamed, "I also have an O in History of Magic, and I have the same score in Charms. Oh, I know, Potions! Snape actually gave you an O. What did you do? Arrived?"
"That's not fair! Snape always targets us Gryffindors!"
"Isn't this normal?" Suer blinked.
"Ah!!! What a bully!" Hermione was furious, threw the letter on the sofa, and rushed towards Soul.
"Hey, don't do it!" Sur screamed.
"Crack."
At this moment, the door was opened, and Mrs. Ellison looked at the scene in front of her with her mouth slightly open.
The Angel kid who was following behind his mother covered his eyes, but the gap between his fingertips was a bit too big, and his light blue eyes turned gurglingly.
.........
"Gugumi..."
"Goo meow~~"
The night at No. 4 Privet Drive was not peaceful, mainly because of the creepy and strange noises that always came from Mr. Dursley's nephew Harry's room late at night.
"Dong dong dong!!" Mr. Dursley, who was wearing pajamas, knocked hard on the bedroom door. His red and fat face showed that he was definitely not in a happy mood at this time.
Indeed, no one would be in a good mood if they were woken up by a strange scream while sleeping well.
"Creak..." The bedroom door was opened a crack, and a figure wearing glasses appeared behind.
"This is the third time this week!" Mr. Dursley kicked the door, the chain behind the bedroom door tightened, and he roared at the figure behind the door.
"If you can't control that damn owl again, I promise, I will shoot it with a shotgun!!"
"It's so stuffy..." Harry explained, "It's used to flying outside. If I could let it out at night..."
"Do you think I'm a fool?!" Mr. Dursley kicked the door again. The poor wooden door made an unpleasant noise and dust fell.
"I know what happens if you let an owl out!"
"I promise, Hedwig won't cause any trouble," Harry tried to argue.
"Dream!" Mr. Dursley growled in a low voice, "I warn you again, boy Potter, take care of your owl..."
"Bang, bang!" Mr. Dursley wanted to continue threatening, but there was a sound of something hitting the wall and falling to the ground from the bedroom next door. It was Mr. Dursley's precious son, Dudley's. Room.
Mr. Dursley immediately stopped his loud voice and leaned towards the gap, staring at Harry with his eyes.
"Either, find a way to make it quiet! Or, let it go away!" He warned in a low voice, and then staggered away.
The door closed, Harry sighed, and moved step by step to the cage where the owl was kept, and pulled out the latch. He could not let Hedwig out of the room, and could only force it to fly around in the small room a few times.
The last time he let Hedwig out, Mr. Dursley almost killed it with a shotgun, if he hadn't threatened it with a "spell"...
"Cuckoo..." Hedwig was obviously not satisfied with the small freedom in the room. She flew to Harry's side and gave him a few blows with her wings, and then stood on the only three pieces of furniture in the room - --A table with half a leg missing, staring at Harry with round eyes.
"Sorry, Hedwig, I'll find a way to get you out and fly around a bit," Harry said.
As Harry said when parting from his friends, he had indeed had a bad time at the Dursleys.
He misses Hogwarts Castle, misses the classes in the castle, misses his friends, Ron, Hermione, Soul, Neville, etc...
It had been several days since the summer vacation, but Harry felt as if he had been forgotten by his friends.
"Why haven't you written to me yet?"
Ever since the news of Sur's awakening spread, different little wizards have come to visit every day.
God knows where this little badger in first grade got so many friends.
Forget about a girl who stays from early morning until bedtime at night. After all, it is good for the patient's physical and mental health to have someone with her. Although Madam Pomfrey is a little surprised that today's first-year children can mature to this extent, as long as it does not affect her " Check (yan) check (jiu)" She also had no objection.
But what Pomfrey couldn't bear was that the one who came to visit the patient with chicken legs, if she remembered correctly, should be the youngest of the Weasley family.
Anyway, Soul was let out.
The first thing after being discharged from the hospital was to go to each professor's office to make up for the final exam.
The Potions class tested on the preparation of the amnesia potion. Although Snape's breathing could be clearly felt on the back of his neck during the entire test, Soul still handed in a perfect answer sheet.
The actual assessment of the Transfiguration class was even easier. The requirement was to transform a mouse into a snuff box - the more beautiful the box, the higher the score. This was not a problem for Soul, who had already mastered the transformation spell that was only learned in senior grades.
Until I wrote down the last answer to the question of who was the inventor of the automatic stirring crucible with a quill pen, the final assessment alone came to an end.
Next, it’s time to wait for the vacation to start in two days.
One last thing, though...
"You, who are you! Who are you! My father is the school director!!"
After a long time...
In the auditorium on the first floor, Ron laughed and slapped the table.
"Did you hear that? I almost died laughing."
"I don't know who put a sack on Malfoy, tied him up and stuffed him into the bathroom toilet. Now the whole Slytherin has exploded, and many people are looking for the murderer."
"Although I don't know who did it, I want to say, well done!"
Harry looked at Soul with a strange look. In the afternoon, Soul borrowed the invisibility cloak from him, and then something like this happened.
It was clear who the murderer was.
Suer acted like a normal person, picked up the apple on the table and took a bite, turning a blind eye to Harry's eyes.
"Did you do it?" Hermione noticed Harry's eyes and asked quietly.
Soul didn't answer, but Hermione seemed to get the answer.
"Well done," she said.
.........
The summer vacation had begun, and Soul was sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room, flipping through a book, while Hermione looked at the parchment in her hand in disbelief.
Just now, an owl sent a letter, and the content of the letter was Sur's final grade.
Hermione looked at it over and over again, and finally closed herself up.
"Why do you have higher scores than me!"
"Isn't this normal?" Suer raised his eyebrows.
"This is not normal!" Hermione screamed, "I also have an O in History of Magic, and I have the same score in Charms. Oh, I know, Potions! Snape actually gave you an O. What did you do? Arrived?"
"That's not fair! Snape always targets us Gryffindors!"
"Isn't this normal?" Suer blinked.
"Ah!!! What a bully!" Hermione was furious, threw the letter on the sofa, and rushed towards Soul.
"Hey, don't do it!" Sur screamed.
"Crack."
At this moment, the door was opened, and Mrs. Ellison looked at the scene in front of her with her mouth slightly open.
The Angel kid who was following behind his mother covered his eyes, but the gap between his fingertips was a bit too big, and his light blue eyes turned gurglingly.
.........
"Gugumi..."
"Goo meow~~"
The night at No. 4 Privet Drive was not peaceful, mainly because of the creepy and strange noises that always came from Mr. Dursley's nephew Harry's room late at night.
"Dong dong dong!!" Mr. Dursley, who was wearing pajamas, knocked hard on the bedroom door. His red and fat face showed that he was definitely not in a happy mood at this time.
Indeed, no one would be in a good mood if they were woken up by a strange scream while sleeping well.
"Creak..." The bedroom door was opened a crack, and a figure wearing glasses appeared behind.
"This is the third time this week!" Mr. Dursley kicked the door, the chain behind the bedroom door tightened, and he roared at the figure behind the door.
"If you can't control that damn owl again, I promise, I will shoot it with a shotgun!!"
"It's so stuffy..." Harry explained, "It's used to flying outside. If I could let it out at night..."
"Do you think I'm a fool?!" Mr. Dursley kicked the door again. The poor wooden door made an unpleasant noise and dust fell.
"I know what happens if you let an owl out!"
"I promise, Hedwig won't cause any trouble," Harry tried to argue.
"Dream!" Mr. Dursley growled in a low voice, "I warn you again, boy Potter, take care of your owl..."
"Bang, bang!" Mr. Dursley wanted to continue threatening, but there was a sound of something hitting the wall and falling to the ground from the bedroom next door. It was Mr. Dursley's precious son, Dudley's. Room.
Mr. Dursley immediately stopped his loud voice and leaned towards the gap, staring at Harry with his eyes.
"Either, find a way to make it quiet! Or, let it go away!" He warned in a low voice, and then staggered away.
The door closed, Harry sighed, and moved step by step to the cage where the owl was kept, and pulled out the latch. He could not let Hedwig out of the room, and could only force it to fly around in the small room a few times.
The last time he let Hedwig out, Mr. Dursley almost killed it with a shotgun, if he hadn't threatened it with a "spell"...
"Cuckoo..." Hedwig was obviously not satisfied with the small freedom in the room. She flew to Harry's side and gave him a few blows with her wings, and then stood on the only three pieces of furniture in the room - --A table with half a leg missing, staring at Harry with round eyes.
"Sorry, Hedwig, I'll find a way to get you out and fly around a bit," Harry said.
As Harry said when parting from his friends, he had indeed had a bad time at the Dursleys.
He misses Hogwarts Castle, misses the classes in the castle, misses his friends, Ron, Hermione, Soul, Neville, etc...
It had been several days since the summer vacation, but Harry felt as if he had been forgotten by his friends.
"Why haven't you written to me yet?"
