From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"That question must be C!" Hermione was so decisive that Harry thought she saw the answer.

"Don't worry about C or not!" Ron couldn't stand Hermione's nagging any more, "This semester is over, there are no classes in the next week, we can play to our heart's content!"

"Ah... I still have a Quidditch match to play." Harry suddenly remembered that when he first saw the schedule, he thought he would not have to take the exam because of the Quidditch match, but now it seems that this is just a delusion of a poor student.

"It's against Ravenclaw, right? We will win!" Ron comforted him, "Now that all the exams are over, don't you want to go to the hall to eat some ice cream to calm your brain?"

So the three of them walked through the corridor and headed for the hall.

"How did you do it! Percy!" Ron heard his brother's voice and the name of another brother.

"I didn't do anything! Don't talk nonsense!" Percy whispered to intimidate his two younger brothers.

"We all heard it! You reimbursed the Wizarding Examinations Authority for a box with a protective spell!" This is Fred, Ron recognized it.

"Did I miss anything interesting?" Ron asked closer, and Hermione and Harry behind him were equally curious.

"It's Ronnie. Come on, Percy, tell our little brother about your heroic deeds!" George glanced at the trio and didn't say hello, which meant that in his eyes, Percy was the more important one, which was a very rare thing.

"I - didn't - do anything!" Percy blushed, and Ron couldn't tell whether it was because of shame or anger, because neither of them was common on Percy's face.

"Our dear class leader! You must teach me that spell!" Fred begged, "I know how to pronounce it - Pyroblast! Right?"

"We thought there would be some sparks or something, but nothing happened. What happened?" George added, "You are the only fifth-year student who knows this spell. You can definitely tell us!"

"Don't even think about it!" Percy refused quickly, but his pace was even faster, "Don't think I don't know what you want to do! Blow up a bathroom, or use it for pranks? I can't let you deduct points from Gryffindor anymore!"

"What is Pyroblast?" Hermione asked, she couldn't resist the temptation of knowledge, "That sounds like a spell."

"A spell that Professor Victor taught to seventh-year students, which can easily destroy dark magic creatures." Fred explained, "It is said to be a very special spell, and it was invented by Professor Victor himself. In addition to the seventh-year students in the school, there are no other students who can do this. "We can trade something for it!" George suggested, "How about a bag of fox eggs? Or a wolf tooth Frisbee? A dozen dung bombs?" "I don't need those prank props!" Percy roared, but George's suggestion gave him inspiration, "If you can promise not to deduct points from Gryffindor in the next school year and pass all subjects, I promise to teach you that spell." "Oh! Percy!" Fred screamed in horror, "You are not Percy! Who are you? Our respectable prefect brother will never coerce us for a spell." "In fact, I will do it." Percy's face was no longer embarrassed, he laughed, "You have a whole summer to think about this matter! And now, I'm going to have dinner." The group had arrived at the door of the hall. Percy, who finally got back at his younger brothers, pushed the door open proudly and walked in staggeringly. "No deduction or passing all subjects, can't we choose one of the two?" George tried to lighten the burden of the two.

"Don't even think about it!" Percy turned his head.

"Then remove Potions and History of Magic!" Fred also tried, "Snape won't let us pass!"

"It's Professor Snape, Mr. Weasley."

The little wizards blocking the door of the hall were all startled. They looked back and saw that it was Dumbledore and Ivy who rushed back from the Black Lake for dinner.

"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore." Fred apologized tactfully, "I hope we haven't been deducted? Or deducted points for next semester?"

"Of course not, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

"Professor Victor!" The Weasley twins shouted "surprised", as if they had just noticed Ivy.

If you are a student, classmates like the Weasley twins are of course interesting, but if you are a professor, then the two of them mean chaotic classes and endless messes, so when in the professor state, Ivy has always been wary of the two.

He narrowed his eyes and asked, "It's me, Mr. Weasley. If you don't mind, I'm going to have dinner."

"We just want to ask..." Fred's voice suddenly rose, then slowly fell, and then he used his eyes to frantically signal his brother to help.

"...Will you still teach us next semester?" George quickly followed up.

"No." Ivy made way for several young wizards and walked towards the long table of faculty and staff, "I said at the beginning that I would only teach you for most of the semester."

"What a pity." This sentence was absolutely from the heart, and Fred said, "You are definitely the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor we have ever met!"

"Thank you." Ivey's tone did not change because of praise. "You are also the students I have brought the most 'great'."

"Really?" George's voice was full of surprises, "Can you teach us, that great one ..."

"Powerful ..." Fred said.

"Over ..." George then said.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"It's great ..." Fred once again used his true feelings.

"The curse you invented!" George had already used the "map".

"That is the inflammation!" Fred added.

"No." Avi rejected them relentlessly.

"Why?" The voice of Weasley's twins contained too much confusion.

"That's not what you should consider at this age." Ivey explained briefly.

"But we will also take the O.W.L.S and N.E.W.T. exams! We intend to continue to work hard on the black magic defense, becoming Ao Luo has always been our dream!" Big cake.

However, Ivey is not a serious professor of black magic defense: "Unfortunately, as far as I know, the Witcher Examination Administration is intending to list inflammatory explosives as disable spells, especially after reimbursement has been reimbursed."

"No-" The mourning of Fred and George attracted the attention of Professor McGonaguy. Because of the kung fu between speaking, Avi had been sitting on the long table of faculty and staff, but the Veosley Gemini, who was shocked, seemed to be completely. I didn't realize that my dean was on the side.

"Can we only be a good baby in the next school year?" "Can't you deduct points for Gryffindor?" "Do you want all subjects?"

When the two sang one time, it seemed to have foreseen the sadness of the next school year.

"Don't deduct the points for Gryffindor, and all the subjects? Well, good ambition, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagers nodded with a smile, just like Fred and George were her proud. The same is the same, "I will write to your parents, praise your ambitions! My requirements are not high, as long as it is less than 20 or less than two lessons, I can accept it."

Fred and George looked at their dean unbelievably, and didn't seem to understand where it was wrong.

"I wish you a pleasant summer vacation, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagers ended the conversation with a smile and told Avi around him, "Professor Victor, the test paper of the history of magic has been sent to the guests to the guests Professor Si went there, and the test papers of Black Magic Defense are also placed in your office. As long as you end the next week, everyone's performance is written as the college, and it will be given to the president. "

"It's so intimate. Thank you, Professor McGonab from McGonabolic." Aiwei nodded, waiting for Dumbledore to announce the banquet.