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Chapter 280 Roll Up

Chapter 280 Roll Up
"Damn it, Taylor, if I didn't know that you spent most of your time on Transfiguration, I would have suspected that you were going to strive for the first place in Charms..."

In the empty classroom, Nash, who was sparring with Andrew, started complaining after the two stopped fighting - damn it, that pervert from the Weasley family was already stressful enough, and now Taylor is rising up here, is there any hope for life!
He just wanted to get the first place scholarship, why was it so difficult?

It’s only late May, what will it be like by the end of the semester?
Nash looked at Andrew, who was only slightly out of breath, and couldn't help but feel scared - he already had some decent dodging skills, too much physical strength, and the overwhelming strength of the spell...

"Dude, let me be honest, your curse..."

He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was very clear - the progress has been huge, and if there is any trick, it should be shared. We have all trained together many times, and we can't keep it secret like this.

"The professor put some pressure on me, so I made up for the basics and put them into practice during this period, but I don't think I can compete for first place."

Andrew wiped off the little sweat and said in a relaxed tone, "I plan to study the first-grade stuff next. I found some interesting things. I don't think there will be any results before the end of this semester. But you'd better be careful. Ron is too hardworking."

"Yeah, I just work too hard... I don't dare to give up some courses..."

Nash shook his head, "But I guess our sparring won't be very effective. We have already checked the test points, right?"

"Well, we have practiced all the practical spells, and have almost finished reviewing the non-combat spells. Now it's time to seriously review the theoretical knowledge."

"Not together?"

"Forget it. My free time is limited. Besides, I have to review Transfiguration. If I am surpassed by Miss Granger in the exam, I am afraid I will be laughed at..."

Andrew shook his head - when it comes to exams, one has to be cautious even if one is confident.

"Yes, such an opponent should not be underestimated, no matter how much pressure Weasley puts on him..."

The two waved goodbye and left the empty classroom together - the practical training before the final exam week was coming to an end, and from now on it would be time to review theoretical knowledge desperately.

Not only them, everyone in the castle was doing this.

Even Gryffindor is no exception.

As for Miss Granger, who is currently the top student in the grade, she is even more insane.

She spent almost all her time in the library—but even that was not enough.

Because one of her best friends, Ron Weasley, although he had less time to review than her, he didn't waste any time on the other subjects.

And, worst of all, the Quidditch match was over - although Gryffindor was slightly ahead of Ravenclaw in winning the Quidditch championship, it also meant that Ron and his friends' training time was greatly reduced.

Even a brutal captain like Wood was unable to maintain a large amount of practice after winning the championship, so the team members had a lot of leisure time.

"The spell... No, the spell cannot be abandoned yet. Transfiguration is hopeless..."

She was even worried about her crazy schedule - although it hadn't started yet, if she wanted to maintain her first place at the end of the semester, she would need to work much harder.

But even now, she felt a little overwhelmed.

But Ron and Harry obviously didn't have such worries. Ron already had a clear enough goal, and as for Harry, Sirius only asked him not to fall behind in Transfiguration.

Sirius's original words were, "Don't even think about getting first place. Not to mention that pervert Taylor, you can't even compare to Hermione's Transfiguration. You have to wait at least one more year to study. Think about such a luxury in the fourth grade."

Harry was very obedient in this regard, so he just picked Transfiguration and his favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts to review.

"Right, Ron."

He even had time to care about other things after class. "Have you noticed that Fred and George haven't played pranks in the castle for a long time, and even Peeves hasn't been harassed?"

"mischief?"

Ron looked up from his book, trying not to look at Hermione - he knew that part of her stress was caused by him.

Although there was no cheating and everyone was competing for first place based on their own abilities, he still felt a little guilty, so his answer was a little absent-minded. "Yes, it was a prank. The two of them were really not active enough."

"It seems like they are studying, Ginny said," Ron shook his head. He didn't have time to care about this now. Even if the two of them played pranks or something, it didn't matter. He was used to it.

Moreover, he has a small wish this semester, waiting to come true in the future.

However, even if it is realized, it is just a little bit of added joy - the first one, it really is fascinating...

"It's so depressing, like a pool of stagnant water..."

Lockhart sat in his office.

He is now somewhat desperate - even though his biggest rival, Praise Potato, is currently on hiatus, it is still the same.

He never thought the blow would come from Azkaban.

Sirius officially started the job - being a professor who only teaches first grades and being taken to the senior classroom by the former professor to arrange teaching tasks are two different concepts.

This means that he has been completely recognized, both in terms of professionalism and in terms of relationships with colleagues.

That Black could already feel comfortable chatting and doing other things with all the professors in the shabby staff room. He had completely integrated into Hogwarts.

That’s not all the bad news.

According to one of his very enthusiastic readers, Blake's smile is about to win an award...it's just still going through the process.

But after Professor Binns came out to endorse it, I'm afraid that matter will be easy to handle.

And then there is the most frightening thing.

One of the people he occasionally contacted was in prison, and as a result, the quality of the potion he needed was now far worse than before...

'Poor quality product, low price, but I don't need Galleons...'

'Come on, come on, just a little, just a little bit...'

He took out the potion hesitantly, then took a careful sip.

'It's really refreshing, even if it's of poor quality...'

"Damn it, that guy named Mundungus actually went in..."

He threw the bottle down, started humming a tune, and began to think about new breakthrough points.

At least let him finish writing this book and find a good breakthrough point.