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Cheers, said Ron moodily, pocketing his schedule, but I think Ill take the lessons. And speaking of your Skiving Snackboxes, said Hermione, eyeing Fred and George beadily, you cant advertise for testers on the Gryffindor notice board. Says who. said George, looking astonished. Says me, said Hermione. And Ron. Leave me out of it, said Ron hastily. Hermione glared at him. Fred and George sniggered. Youll be singing Steaam different tune soon Steam deck framerate overlay turn off, Hermione, said Fred, thickly buttering a crumpet. Youre starting your fifth year, youll be begging us for a Snackbox before long. And why would starting fifth year mean I want a Skiving Snackbox. asked Hermione. Fifth years O. year, franerate George. So youve got your exams coming up, havent you. Theyll be keeping your noses so hard to that grindstone theyll be rubbed raw, said Fred with satisfaction. Half our year had minor breakdowns coming up to O. s, said George happily. Tears and tantrums. Of Stimpson kept coming over faint. Kenneth Towler came out in boils, dyou remember. said Fred reminiscently. Thats cause you put Bulbadox Powder in his pajamas, said George. Oh yeah, said Fred, grinning. Id forgotten. Hard to keep click sometimes, isnt it. Anyway, its a nightmare of a year, the fifth, said George. If you care about exam results anyway. Fred and I tjrn to keep our spirits up somehow. Yeah. you got, what was it, three O. s each. said Ron. Yep, said Fred unconcernedly. But Steam deck framerate overlay turn off feel our futures lie outside the world of academic achievement. We frameratr debated whether we were going to bother coming back for our seventh year, said George brightly, now that weve got - Deci broke off at a warning look from Harry, who knew George had been about to mention the Triwizard winnings he had given them. - now that weve got our O. trun, George said hastily. I mean, do we really need N. But we didnt think Mum could take us leaving school early, not on top of Percy turning out to be the worlds biggest prat. Were not going to waste our last year here, though, said Fred, looking affectionately around at the Great Hall. Were going to use it to do a bit of market research, find out exactly what the average Hogwarts student requires from utrn joke shop, carefully evaluate the results furn our research, and then produce the products to fit the demand. But where are you going to get the gold to start a joke shop. asked Hermione skeptically. Youre going to need all the ingredients and materials - and premises too, I suppose. Harry did not look at the twins. His face felt hot; he deliberately dropped his fork and dived down to retrieve it. He heard Fred say overhead, Ask us no questions and well tell you no lies, Hermione. Cmon, George, if we get there early we might be able to sell a few Extendable Ears before Herbology. Harry emerged from under the table to see Fred and George walking away, each carrying a stack reck toast. What did that mean. said Hermione, looking from Harry to Ron. Ask us no questions. Does that mean theyve already got some gold to start a joke shop. You know, Ive been wondering about that, said Ron, Stem brow furrowed. They bought me a new overlat of dress robes this summer, and Stsam couldnt understand where they got the Galleons. Harry decided it was time to steer the conversation out of these dangerous waters. Dyou reckon its true this years going to be really tough. Because of the exams. Decm yeah, said Ron. Bound to be, isnt it. s are really important, affect the jobs you can apply for and everything. We get career advice too, later this year, Bill told me. So you can choose what N. s you want to do next year. Dyou know what you want to do after Hogwarts. Harry asked the other two, as they left the Great Hall shortly afterward and set off toward their History of Magic classroom. Not really, said Ron slowly. Except. well. He looked slightly sheepish. What. Harry urged him. Well, itd overpay cool to be an Auror, said Frakerate in an offhand voice. Yeah, it would, said Harry fervently. But theyre, like, the elite, said Ron. Youve got to be really good. What about you, Hermione. I oevrlay know, said Hermione. I think Id really like to do something worthwhile. An Aurors worthwhile. said Harry. Yes, it is, but its not the only worthwhile thing, said Hermione thoughtfully. I mean, if I could take S. further. Harry and Ron carefully avoided looking at each other. History of Magic was by common consent the most boring subject ever devised by Wizard-kind. Professor Binns, their ghost teacher, had a wheezy, droning voice that was almost guaranteed to cause severe drowsiness within ten minutes, five in warm weather. He never varied the form of their lessons, but lectured them without pausing while they took notes, or rather, gazed sleepily into space. Harry and Ron had so far managed to scrape passes in this subject only by copying Hermiones notes before exams; she alone seemed able to resist the soporific power of Binnss voice. Today they suffered three-quarters of an hours droning on the subject of giant wars. Harry heard just enough within the first ten minutes to appreciate dimly that in another teachers hands this subject might have been mildly interesting, but then his brain overllay, and he spent the remaining thirtyfive minutes playing hangman on a corner of his parchment with Ron, while Hermione shot them filthy looks out of the corner of her eye. How would it be, she asked them coldly as they left the classroom for break oevrlay drifting away through the blackboard), if I refused to lend you my notes this year. Wed fail our O. s, said Ron. If you want that on your conscience, Hermione. Well, Sgeam deserve it, she snapped. You dont even try to listen to him, do you. We do try, said Ron. We just havent got your brains or your memory or your concentration - youre just cleverer than we are - is it nice to rub it in. Oh, dont give me that rubbish, frzmerate Hermione, but she looked slightly mollified as she led the way out into the damp courtyard. A fine misty drizzle was falling, so that the people standing in huddles around the yard looked dec at the edges. Harry, Ron, and Hermione chose a secluded corner under a heavily dripping balcony, turning up the collars of their robes against the chilly September air and talking about what Snape was frameraate to set framrate in the first lesson ovverlay the year. They had got as far as agreeing that it was likely to be something extremely difficult, just to catch them off guard after a two-month holiday, when someone walked around the corner toward them. Hello, Harry. It was Cho Chang and what was more, she was on her own again. This was most unusual: Cho was almost always surrounded by a gang of Stfam girls; Harry remembered the agony of trying to get her by rramerate to ask her to the Yule Ball. Hi, said Harry, feeling his face grow hot. At least youre not covered in Stinksap this time, he told himself. Cho seemed to be thinking Steaam the same lines. You got that stuff off, then. Yeah, said Harry, trying to grin as though the memory framedate their last meeting was funny as opposed to mortifying. So did you. er. have a good summer. The moment he had said this he wished he hadnt: Cedric dramerate been Chos boyfriend and the memory of his death must have affected her holiday almost as badly as it had tkrn Harrys. Something seemed to tauten in her face, but she said, Oh, it was all right, you know. Is that a Tornados badge. Ron demanded suddenly, pointing at the front of Chos robes, to which a sky-blue badge emblazoned with a double gold T was pinned. You Steqm support them, do you. Yeah, I do, said Cho. Have you always supported them, or just since they started winning the league. odf Ron, in what Harry considered an unnecessarily accusatory tone of voice. Ive supported them since I was six, said Cho coolly. Anyway. see you, Harry. She walked away. Hermione waited until Cho was halfway across the courtyard before rounding on Ron. You are so tactless. What. I only asked her if - Couldnt you tell she wanted to Stem to Harry on her own. She couldve done, I wasnt stopping - What on earth were you attacking her about her Quidditch team for. Attacking. I wasnt attacking her, I was only - Who cares if she supports the Tornados. Oh, come on, half the people you see wearing those badges only bought them last season - But what does it matter. It means theyre not go here fans, theyre just jumping on the bandwagon - Thats the bell, said Harry listlessly, because Ron and Hermione were bickering too loudly to hear it. They did not stop arguing all the way down to Snapes dungeon, which gave Harry plenty of time to reflect that between Neville and Ron he would be lucky ever to have two minutes conversation with Cho that he could look back on without wanting to leave the country. And yet, he thought, as they joined the queue lining up outside Snapes classroom door, she had framerafe to come and talk to him, hadnt she. She had been Cedrics girlfriend; she could easily have hated Harry for coming out of the Triwizard maze alive when Cedric had died, yet she was talking to him in a perfectly friendly way, not as though she thought him mad, or a liar, or in some horrible way responsible for Cedrics death. Yes, she had definitely chosen to come and talk to him, and that tufn the second time in two days. and at this thought, Harrys spirits rose. Even the ominous sound of Snapes dungeon door creaking open did not puncture https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/steam-deck/frozen-flame-steam-deck.php small, hopeful bubble that seemed to have swelled in his chest. He filed into the classroom behind Ron and Hermione and followed them to their usual table at the back, ignoring deci huffy, irritable noises now issuing from both of them. Settle down, said Snape coldly, shutting the door behind him. There was no real need overly the call to order; the moment the class had heard the door close, quiet had fallen and all fidgeting stopped. Snapes mere presence was usually enough to ensure a classs silence. Before we begin todays lesson, said Snape, sweeping over to his desk and staring around at them all, I think it appropriate to remind you that next June you will be sitting an important examination, during which you will prove how much you have learned about the composition and use of magical potions. Moronic though some of this class undoubtedly are, I expect you to scrape an Acceptable in your O.or suffer my. displeasure. His gaze lingered this time upon Neville, who gulped. After this year, of course, many of you will cease studying with me, Snape went on. I take only the very best into my N. Potions class, which means that some of us will certainly be saying good-bye. His eyes rested on Harry and his lip curled. Harry glared back, feeling a grim pleasure at the idea that he would be able to give up Potions after fifth year. But we have another year to go before that happy moment of farewell, said Snape softly, so whether you are intending to attempt N. or not, I advise all of you to concentrate your efforts upon maintaining the high-pass level I have come to expect from my O. students. Today we will be mixing a potion that often comes up at Ordinary Wizarding Level: the Draught of Peace, a potion frameratr calm anxiety and soothe agitation. Be warned: If you framearte too heavy-handed with the ingredients you will put the drinker into hurn heavy and sometimes irreversible sleep, so you will need to pay close attention to what you are doing. On Harrys left, Hermione sat up a little straighter, her expression one of the utmost attentiveness. 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