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Chapter 646 Christmas Holiday Trivia

"It's Christmas, Harry, is there anything you want?"

In the Hogwarts library, Sirius felt a little distressed when he saw Harry's face becoming thinner.

But he couldn't say anything - Harry's foundation was indeed a little weak, and if he wanted to catch up this year, it would not be achieved by just hard work.

But a Hogwarts prefect can't have such poor grades, right?
Although he looked down on the Snotlout who was obsessed with the dark magic and was like a half-dark wizard, even he had to admit that the Snotlout's ridicule of Harry shortly after the school started did help Harry in a sense.

[Gryffindor prefects - well, they do seem to be getting less and less discerning. Let's guess, when the OWLs year is over, how many passing grades will Potter, the Gryffindor prefect, get? ]

It was this taunting that made Harry start to get used to a schedule that was almost identical to Hermione's. Apart from the necessary Quidditch training, Harry devoted almost all his energy to studying.

Being a prefect is not only about glory and power, but also about obligations!
Harry, who had led a group of students to fight Slytherin since the first year, simply could not bear the fact that he brought shame to Gryffindor because of his poor grades - after all, the prefect was the face of the academy.

Sirius originally thought that Harry would not be able to hold out for long - after all, burying himself in a library was too tiring, and Harry did not look like a keen student before. But to everyone's surprise, although Harry became dull while reading and was always distracted in his daily life, he actually persisted, and the effect was quite impressive.

Although he still couldn't be considered the most outstanding performer, he could barely get a good evaluation - especially the potions. Sirius had been observing Harry a lot in the past six months, watching him pick up the potions that he hated the most in the past little by little, and then improve step by step.

The cauldron he had specially made for Harry to practice potions in his office would light up more than three times a week, and the potions Harry made were becoming more and more excellent.

"Is it Christmas?"

Harry looked up from the book in a daze, and after shaking his head, he barely regained his consciousness. "Now, it's Christmas time?"

"Yes, Harry."

Sirius nodded and sat down opposite Harry, glancing at the Potions book in front of Harry - it was close to the fourth grade content, and Harry's self-study speed was much faster than he thought.

"That damn snotty guy, it must be his fault. He can't even attend class properly. It's obvious that Harry inherited his talent for potions from Lily, but he can't even brew potions properly in his class. That unfortunate guy should eat more snotty guys..."

Sirius was complaining in his heart, but his tone was not mixed with emotion. He asked Harry gently, "Where are we going to celebrate the holiday? School or home? Or go over there and play video games for a few days?"

"School, Sirius," Harry said, trying to put on a nonchalant smile, "I want to review more. After all, this is the year of OWLs."

He really didn't want to leave school - exams were part of it, but so was growth.

I don't know if it's because of the Animagus training that took place ahead of time, but he's learning much faster now than before. The Transfiguration course has become easier, as have some of the curse-related content of the spell.

The most outrageous thing was the potions. Even though he hated potions, he could still clearly feel the whispers of the potions - they didn't communicate directly with Harry, but he knew something was wrong with the potion the first time he looked at it.

It felt like his first flying lesson; once he stepped on the broom, everything became clear.

If this had been any other subject, he would have been eager to share it with Sirius, but a course like Potions, which was related to Snape, really made him not in the mood to share - he planned to work hard in secret, and then give Snape a beautiful counterattack with an O certificate!

"Staying in school... is also good. After all, it is the OWLs year. That's all. You should get some rest. Harry, I have to go. Madam Pince doesn't like people communicating in the library." Sirius nodded, then left quietly - although he felt a little distressed to see Harry's ambition, he still liked it.

Although I have long held the mentality that students cannot compare with that monster Taylor, it would be nice to get a few more OWLs certificates.

"First, I'll try to get the certificate, and then... well, I'll play Quidditch... The dream of the league is very complete. If this year wasn't the OWLs year, I would probably learn more about flying..."

Harry watched Sirius leave, mumbling about the next arrangements - to be honest, he loved Quidditch too much, but now there was simply not enough time!

And now there is another trouble in the team——Ginny.

Because of the twins' departure, Ron organized a new team recruitment, Ginny was selected, and she played very well, but that girl...

Harry shook his head and didn't put more energy into this problem - he had fallen behind in knowledge too much, and he would be considered a success if he could finish the courses in the second semester before Easter.

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"There's never been a problem... Tyler."

In Dumbledore's office, Andrew and Dumbledore looked at the pile of Horcruxes that had not yet been destroyed. They looked at each other with confusion written all over their faces.

The last Horcrux Andrew submitted was not disposed of, but sealed safely - as these things became less and less, it would be better to use them to monitor the status of the Nosed One, and then wait for the final battle to finish them off in one go, rather than alerting the enemy.

But the problem now is that nothing happens.

There were no gatherings of pure-bloods, no unusual movements of Death Eaters, and even no outrageous murders - either in the wizarding world or the Muggle world.

"Sometimes I really doubt whether he went there, but this is the intelligence."

Dumbledore shook his head. "Once we have dealt with his affairs, we can prepare for new energy applications in Hogwarts with peace of mind. According to accurate intelligence, the group that is conducting our experiments will return after the Christmas holidays."

"That's rare good news, Professor."

Andrew nodded and told the good news. He took some time to read the report on materials these days. "The materials are also progressing. In the past six months, the graduates have been processing a lot of materials. Although it is not up to the level of interstellar travel at present, if we use Transfiguration to reinforce it and support our flight, there will be no problem."

Every wizard who is good at Transfiguration, after mastering the technique, becomes a low-cost trial-and-error experimental group - Transfiguration has unparalleled advantages in both manufacturing finished products and destructive experiments, which makes the speed at which materials appear is somewhat beyond imagination.

"Well, let's prepare to go to heaven first, Taylor. We'll talk about things on earth later - but pay attention to your OWLs exam first, Taylor. I don't want you to become an example to those students who don't study hard for exams in the future."

"I will, Professor."

Andrew nodded - although those who refused to study would always have excuses, he still planned to set a good example.

(End of this chapter)