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Chapter 324 The Last Semester Exam Week
Moonlight streamed through the stained glass windows of the Room of Requirement, casting dappled patterns of light onto the parchment.
I watched as Fred and George slumped on the sofa and began to doze off, quills still between their fingers, ink stains spreading into dark patterns on their cuffs.
The aroma of toasting bread wafted from the kitchen, and I was startled to realize that they hadn't eaten anything since they got into trouble that afternoon.
"Get up, it's time for a midnight snack." With a flick of the wand, the stack of textbooks automatically returned to their places, and the floating candlesticks softened the warm light.
Fred jolted awake, his nose twitching as he followed the aroma to the dining table. George rubbed his eyes and muttered, "I dreamt that Snape's potions book was chasing me..."
The kitchen in the Requirement Room can always produce the most handy cooking utensils.
The copper pot sizzled over the flames, the aroma of melting butter mingling with the fluffiness of the egg mixture. I sprinkled some rosemary, which I had borrowed from the greenhouse, into the frying pan.
Suddenly, the sausages on the grill started tap-dancing. Fred quickly jabbed them with his fork, but burned himself and shook his hand, which amused George so much that he knocked over his milk glass.
"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you." I piled the golden-brown toast into a small mountain and cast an inexhaustible spell on the jam jar.
Fred, his mouth stuffed with sausage, mumbled, "If I'd known tutoring would come with this kind of treatment, we... um, did this sausage have dragon meat in it?"
"I added some stimulant herbs." I watched them wolf down their drinks and added a sugar cube to my black tea. "But don't do it again. Next time, think about whether your stomach will protest before you cause trouble."
An owl flapped its wings and flew past the window, while the distinctive, distant chimes of Hogwarts echoed through the night sky.
As steam rose from the bathroom, the wall clock pointed to two in the morning.
George was dozing off in a tub full of bubbles, while Fred was giving himself an exaggerated hairstyle with magic hair gel in front of the mirror and insisted on my critique.
As the hot water washed away my fatigue, I wrapped myself in a soft bathrobe and lay down on my favorite bed. Fred and George, lying on either side of me, were already snoring away.
As the morning light climbed onto the windowsill again, Fred, with his messy hair, pulled out a gleaming gold pocket watch: "It's only six o'clock! There's still a whole week to go!"
Before he could finish speaking, George had already grabbed a pillow and thrown it at him: "If you hadn't poured half a jar of sugar into the crucible, we wouldn't be in this situation..."
Having already tidied myself up, I smiled and tossed them two new study plans. The writing on the parchment glowed faintly: "Today, we'll brush up on ancient runes. If you answer ten questions correctly, you can go to the kitchen and bake rock cakes."
Seeing the sudden sparkle in their eyes, I knew that this week's "special training" would probably be even more exciting than the lab attack by the scorpion butterfly.
The long corridors of Hogwarts were bathed in the amber hue of late autumn twilight, and the usual noisy chasing and playing sounds had vanished without a trace.
At that moment, young wizards dressed in colorful academy robes hurried by, carrying heavy books. Review outlines slipped from parchment and fluttered on the stone floor like startled kites.
In the candlelight shining through the tower windows, the sounds of reciting lessons drifted out intermittently, mingling with the aroma of roasted pumpkin pies wafting from the distant auditorium.
I stuffed the last stack of potions notes I had organized into my portable backpack, and then I heard footsteps. Hermione poked her head in with her messy curly hair, followed by Harry and Ron, who was biting a quill pen.
"I knew I'd find you here, Senior Ayers!" Hermione's eyes lit up as she pushed up her glasses that had slipped down to the tip of her nose. "Did you trouble Senior Ayers with our review materials this year?"
“I prepare these for you every year, and they’re already categorized and organized.” I smiled as I took out a neatly arranged leather folder from my backpack, the top label gleaming with gold: “Harry’s Defense Against the Dark Arts Practical Analysis, Ron’s notes for each subject, and Hermione, what you need most—” I pulled out a notebook bound with gold thread, its cover printed with dancing runes, “The Complete Guide to the Interdisciplinary Applications of Ancient Runes.”
"Thank you so much, Senior Ayers." The three children excitedly accepted the books and notes handed to them, and then left with the books and notes in their arms.
In the dead of night, I carried the last two packages toward the Slytherin common room.
A streak of platinum-gold hair flashed in the shadows as Draco Malfoy leaned against a stone pillar, his silver-grey eyes gleaming coldly in the darkness: "I heard you've been handing out 'charity' everywhere?"
He reached out to snatch it, but froze the moment he touched the package—neatly written on the parchment were the words: "To the heir of Malfoy Manor: A Plan for Improving Potions and Bloodline Spells."
Theodore Nott appeared behind him unnoticed, his pale fingers gently tracing the serpentine seal on another package: "Regarding techniques to counter Legilimency... How did you know I was researching this?" He looked up, his gaze warming beneath his hood.
As I turned to leave with a smile, I heard a soft sound behind me as a knot was being untied.
Moonlight streamed through the arched window, and in a daze, I saw Draco carefully tucking the notebook into his pocket, while Theodore's wand tip gently repaired the torn corners of the package.
The midnight bells tolled from the distant clock tower; it was time to head to the Room of Requirement once again.
I've arranged to have Fred and George tutor me until the day of the exam.