through the trapdoor
io e, harry would e remember how he had
ma through his exams eort to
e bursting through the door at ahe days crept by,
and there o doubt that fluffy was still alive and well
behind the locked door.
it was sweltering hot, espe the large where
they did their ers. they had been given speew
quills for the exams, which had beeh aing
spell.
they had practical exams as well. professor flitwick called them
oo his class to see if they ake a pineapple
tapdance across a desk. prall watched them turn
a mouse into a snuffbox -- piven for how pretty the
snuffbox was, but taken away if it had whiskers. shem
all nerv down their necks while they tried to remember
how to make a fetfulion.
harry did the best he c to igabbing
pains in his forehead, which had been b him ever since his
trip i. harry had a bad
nerves because harry t sleep, but the truth was that harry
kept being woken by his old that it orse
thahere was a hooded figure dripping blood in it.
maybe it was because they had harry had seen in
the forest, or because they didnt have sing on their
foreheads, but ron and hermione didnt seem as worried about the
stone as harry. the idea of voldemort ly scared them, but
he diding them in dreams, and they were so busy with
their studying they didnt have much time to fret about e
or a be up to.
their very last exam was histie hour
questions about batty old wizards whod iirring
s and theyd be free, free for a whole woil
their exam results came out. whe of professor binns
told them to put down their quills and roll up their part,
harry t help g with the rest.
”that was far easier than i thought it would be,” said hermione
as they joihe crowds flog out onto the sunn