From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"What class is this afternoon?"

In Hufflepuff’s common room, Selma hummed a little tune while sharing her baked biscuits, and asked a question beside her roommate who was passing by to make a plan.

"Self-defense, what else can there be?"

After eating the biscuits without raising her head, the lying girl clicked on the timetable with her magic wand—"Perhaps I should devote more time to the metamorphosis class. The recent courses have become more and more difficult."

"Self-defense technique class?"

The exclamation sounded from the surrounding circle, even the planning girl was no exception.

"Damn... can't take an exam, do you?"

"God knows-this is the first day of the new semester. Christmas is over. Do you think the professor will make us feel better? He can't wait to give us the time for the owls exam day by day!"

The fatigue caused by the Christmas holiday was almost wiped out. Everyone unanimously took out their textbooks and began to review, and by the way, wished Merlin not to take the exam today.

The same thing happened in the dormitories of the fifth grade. When classes were about to begin, a group of heavy-faced students emerged in the lounges of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor respectively. They looked solemn and dueling. The heart walked towards the classroom.

"Good afternoon, fellow students!"

In the corridor of the castle, a happily smiling sweeper (at least it looks like this) stood in the corner and greeted the heavy-faced student. Although no one responded to him, his face was a little embarrassed. nothing.

"Insane—Filch is going to train a successor?"

Passing the corner, the students all complained-the uncle doesn't look younger than Filch, and the first impression he gives is that he is annoying. Everyone is in a bad mood. Why are you smiling so brilliantly?

"I always feel a little familiar, as if I have seen it in the newspaper..."

The other one hesitated to comment.

"It seems to be eh."

"Like Sirius-don't you think?"

"Sirius? It's possible. The newspaper said he stayed at Hogwarts for treatment because of a serious injury, but didn't the newspaper say that he was handsome?"

"That was more than ten years ago! How long has it been now!"

"..."

The topic quickly went awry. No one cared why Sirius appeared there. The Minister of Magic came to Hogwarts in an everyday situation. Sirius was exonerated. What else is there to be curious about?

—

"Doing well, as always smart, I thought he needed more time to adapt to communicating with other people."

Professor McGonagall, who took a quick look at him, said to Lupin next to him, “It’s a good thing to communicate more with people. He stayed in Azkaban for too long and then stayed in the hospital. He really needs this kind of training. "

"Then don't help Filch clean up the castle..."

But Lupin didn't dare to say this, he could only agree, "Well, compared to outside, dealing with students is much easier, and proper exercise is also good for his physical recovery."

In addition to the three-month period and the need to clean the toilet, this arrangement is indeed quite reasonable. The only drawback is that it is too much like confinement.

"It seems that he is good at these as always," Professor McGonagall nodded. "I remember your schoolwork is about to start, Remus?"

"Yes, Professor, I will go now."

—

"I haven't seen you during a holiday, everyone looks good."

William's voice sounded from the podium, "I don't know how everyone is doing?"

‘Of course it’s pretty average...’

Can the fifth grade Christmas holiday be called a holiday?

Probably all the professors did not communicate, thinking that they were the only ones who would assign more homework when the holidays came—so, in the end, everyone got a bunch of homework.

Unfortunately, no one dared to say anything, including the most courageous twins.

What they are more concerned about now is the evening meeting. If it weren't for the professor above, William, the two would like to sort out the things to be done at night now.

"Hand in the papers for the holiday, and then we can proceed to today's course."

However, what the professor suddenly said on the podium scared everyone.

God knows how much effort they put into this expected exam, but the professor told them not to take the exam?

‘Well, this year’s schedule is very secure. Last year, many items were added temporarily, and they were in a hurry. Sure enough, even if it’s about class, it’s a good thing to have a plan. ’

"Why? Do you want to take exams so much?"

Of course not, but no one dared to show it clearly—what if the professor gets angry and makes up another game?

In the end, the class ended in the suspicious eyes of a group of disturbed students. Until the end of the class, a group of students did not recover.

Is there really no exam in this class?