A Peaceful Summer Day

The seven colors of ice cream represent seven completely different flavors. Some are soft and delicate, while others are firm and icy, creating a rich variety of flavors. The chocolate-coated shells are sweet and delicious when you chew them.

However, Honeydukes is, after all, a dessert shop, and it is still somewhat inferior to professional Florian Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. It does not have the technology to keep the ice cream frozen for a long time. As the chocolate shell is opened, the cold air escapes, and the ice cream inside begins to melt slowly.

Loren, having averted his gaze countless times, said with feigned seriousness, "I checked the calendar; the Third Task begins after our exams..."

Do you want to start reviewing early?

Hermione had just scooped out a spoonful of ice cream that was a mixture of three colors when she was a beat late in replying. A drop of ice cream, in a solid-liquid intermediate state, fell onto her exposed skin at her collar under the pull of gravity, feeling cool and refreshing.

Just as she was about to free her hand to wipe it off, she heard someone next to her say:

"I'll wipe it for you."

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Hermione looked at him, his right hand holding a spoon and his left hand carrying Fire Dragon Egg, both hands busy, and couldn't help but wonder, "How are you going to help me..."

"Hmm!"

Hot breath brushed against my neck, and the previously icy spot was suddenly covered by warmth.

"This healing magic originated from Inuit wizards. In the Inuit tribes living in the extremely cold regions, people often suffered from frostbite and unbearable itching. They would recklessly burn the frostbitten skin with red-hot coals... After being treated by a wizard, applying Maidenhair Fern, which is unique to the Chukchi Peninsula, can revitalize the necrotic skin, and the new skin will be tender and red."

On the sofa in the Gryffindor Common Room, Lavender and Parvati were quietly reading "Common Injury Treatment and the Origins of Healing Magic I". Lavender had been fantasizing about becoming a Healer after graduation, so he specifically sought out this book to read.

Hearing the sound of the Portrait Hole opening, Lavender looked up, still dazed and confused. Seeing the two walking in side by side, she instinctively called out, "Hey, Hermione, Loren! Ron is looking for you. Mrs. Weasley sent you Easter presents."

Loren glanced around and quickly spotted the four Weasley siblings huddled together, their continuous red hair making them very conspicuous.

Parvati's gaze fell on Hermione's collarbone as he watched her walk away with her head down. He slowly frowned, a look of confusion on his face.

Hmm, under what circumstances does skin turn a light pink?

Why is your Easter egg bigger than mine?

Ron's voice was loud as he scrutinized the various colored eggs with a stern face. His freckled face was full of resentment. Although they all looked similar, his egg was smaller and contained fewer candies.

Eight Easter eggs, each the size of Fire Dragon Egg, were neatly arranged on the table. It was clear that Mrs. Weasley had put a lot of effort into them, decorating them with various frostings and other ornaments. The Twins ' eggs were popped -Weasleys' Wildfire Whiz-bangs, while Ron's were Quidditch hoop.

Ginny glanced at Harry's Easter egg decorations, the same Golden Snitch as hers, representing their identity Seeker.

As if remembering something, a blush rose on the red-haired little Witch's cheeks, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

Loren and Hermione, who arrived late, also received their Easter eggs. Both of their eggshells were decorated with thick books and parchment exam papers marked with an "O".

Harry shook the letter in his hand. "Percy's letter. Want to see what's in it?"

"Go ahead." Loren broke off a piece of eggshell and put it in his mouth; it was chocolate.

Percy's letter was short, the handwriting so messy it was almost a jumbled mess, showing that this usually meticulous and serious Prefect was indeed extremely busy:

"I'm sorry I'm only writing to you now that the Easter Holiday is almost over. You probably can't imagine how hard I work, so much so that I have to make the most of every spare minute to rest."

Every day, people come to the Ministry of Magic to inquire about the Goblet of Goblet of Fire, about Judge Bagman, and even goblins who can't speak human language ask to see Mr. Crouch. But he's busy preparing for his Third Task, and even departmental matters are handled by owls on a regular basis. I can see his exhaustion from his messy handwriting... Damn it, there's no one else in the entire Ministry of Magic who can understand them.

Newspapers, led by The Daily Prophet, kept demanding materials and inquiring about information, to the point that I had to step in and quell many pointless rumors.

Betting surrounding the Goblet of Fire Triwizard Tournament despite repeated crackdowns; please remind Harry to be careful. Finally, Happy Easter.

As summer approached, one day the fireplace in the Common Room went out without anyone noticing, and it was no longer lit at night.

In the past few years, at the beginning of each summer semester, the Quidditch teams of each college have intensified their training to prepare for the final Quidditch Match of the season.

Urged on by Captain Wood, Harry had almost no free time. This year's Quidditch Match was cancelled, but Harry still had to train. Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Fontana's dueling training continued, even Easter Holiday.

The last Sunday of April was sunny and bright, with the sweltering heat of approaching summer in the air.

At that moment, Harry's Phoenix Feather wand was radiating colorful Magic Power light, dazzling and brilliant. Gravis, about twenty feet away from him, had erected a makeshift Shield Charm shield and was struggling to hold on.

"We were suppressed and couldn't find a chance to fight back!" Loren said in a deep voice, his eyes deep. "I know what that feels like. We can only defend ourselves cautiously. If we make even the slightest mistake, we can't turn the tide."

Bute and Ron of Ilvermorny secretly rolled their eyes.

What do you know? You know that in past training sessions, you used this tactic the most, and Harry's pressure was not even half as strong as yours.

"These are all relatively weak spells," Loren continued, explaining with an air of importance. "But their most powerful aspect lies in their relentless onslaught. This isn't meant to crush the opponent in one fell swoop, but rather to give them a tiny bit of breathing room, ultimately inducing them to become too exhausted to retaliate, or to expose a fatal weakness."

He experienced this kind of oppression in the Fantasy Book. Professor Flitwick knew a wide variety of spells, some of which could even bend. When you created an impenetrable defense with the Shield Charm, he would use the Illumination Charm to shoot out useless spells that drained your energy...

It's all tears when I try to talk about it.

Standing in the center of the classroom, Gravis was on the verge of tears. He simply couldn't understand why this Champion, three years his junior, possessed more and more powerful Magic Power than him. It had taken him months to adapt to that unreasonable Disarming Charm, and now that the Disarming Charm was gone, dueling practice was even more frustrating.

Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Fontana stood calmly to the side, looking pleased.

May has arrived.

The trees in the forests and hills grew even greener, and the slightly warm temperature caused insects and birds to chirp incessantly. The lake water gradually became clearer, and more and more young wizards lingered on the shore after dinner. Final exams were approaching, and all subjects entered the review stage. The heavy workload of homework and review tasks made the young wizards complain endlessly.

Professor Binns began his incessant narration of the Goblin Rebellion, always repeating dry and rigid statistics, always emphasizing the names and birth dates of the generals on both sides... Although the history of A History of Magic course was always boring, this year's was particularly difficult.

Loren's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyelids opened to reveal shimmering, sparkling eyes. He raised his head to wipe the red marks his hand had left on his cheek, pulled the little Witch's arm over, rolled up her sleeve to glance at his watch, and muttered softly:

"There are still 17 minutes left before get out of class ends..."

"..."

Hermione rested one hand on her right cheek, exuding a lazy air. Because Professor Binns was repeating things that had been emphasized repeatedly, the Miss Know-It-All was unusually not taking notes.

"That is nearly a thousand seconds, 999, 998, 997..."

Hermione watched as his eyelids began to droop, then quickly closed up, sticking together like glue. The dazzling golden sunlight streamed through the high windows of the corridor, casting brilliant bands of light that tinted his eyelashes and a few stray hairs gold, as if they were glowing.

Time was running out in Loren as the end of the semester approached.

Transfiguration classroom.

Hermione sat in the second row, with a thick handwritten notebook beside her, the key points of the exam folded in a small corner, and Loren next to her, who had packed up his books five minutes earlier.

This is the last class of this semester in Transfiguration.

This academic year mainly involved two types of Transfiguration: one was the Transfiguration between living and inanimate objects with the same characteristics, with the main practical operation being the transformation of a hedgehog into a needle-feather; the other was the Transfiguration between living and living species, with the main practical operation being the Guinea Pig Transformation.

Perhaps influenced by the Goblet of Goblet of Fire, there wasn't as much new knowledge learned this year as in previous years. However, Professor McGonagall was very experienced and often guided the young wizards to think and expand their minds when explaining the two types of Transfiguration. By using cross-species Transfiguration, she helped the students to understand the deeper logic of Transfiguration in a simple way, laying the groundwork for subsequent knowledge about Human Transfiguration.

This topic was also mentioned in the Animagus class and is an important test point for OWLs and NEWTs.

Many weekend homework assignments consisted of reflections and analyses of papers published in "Transfiguration Today". Since Professor McGonagall published a series of articles related to Animagus and Human Transfiguration, the academic community in the field of Transfiguration seems to have been revitalized.

Loren and Hermione are very interested in the content about basic Transfiguration, as they are not yet able to use powdered substances for actual combat Transfiguration.

If Loren could make a breakthrough in Transfiguration, he might be qualified to launch a counterattack against "Professor Flitwick".

"This semester is about to end."

Professor McGonagall stood behind the lectern, her gaze sweeping across the room, and the classroom fell silent instantly. "As you all know, this year is different from previous years. The Third Task of the Goblet of Fire will be held on the 24th, and our exam schedule has been adjusted accordingly..."

Hogwarts usually starts its final exams in the second week of June, which take a week to complete. Then, the professors spend another week grading the papers, and the holiday usually starts around mid-June.

Harry's Third Task is on June 24th. In previous years, Loren and Hermione would have been relaxing at their garden house in Hampstead, a suburb of the city, for a week by this time. However, this year, in order to make it easier for the young wizards to watch the competition, the school specially extended the exam time by two weeks.

After Professor McGonagall finished explaining the schedule, Dean and Seamus were the first to start arguing:

"Professor, please explain the key points to us again!"

"Tell me about the main areas where the questions will be asked!"

"..."

Hearing the other students chiming in, Professor McGonagall smiled slightly, "What we usually talk about is what we focus on for the exam, and what's in the textbook is what we focus on for the exam. If you listen attentively in class and complete the assigned homework diligently on weekends, there won't be any difficult questions on the exam."

Some of the boisterous young wizards immediately quieted down, their eyes and expressions showing a hint of guilt.

Professor McGonagall wasn't angry. "Next year you'll be in fifth grade, a crucial year for OWLs. I hope you prepare in advance so you don't regret it when the actual exam comes..."

"Write down all the summer homework I just assigned. In addition to the written assignments that need to be submitted, I'd like to recommend some books in the field of Transfiguration. It's not mandatory, but I hope you can all read them. If it's inconvenient to buy them at a bookstore, you can borrow them from the Library before the holidays..."

"Children, this is the most crucial summer vacation for you."

Professor McGonagall's last words were very heavy, and the stunned young wizards remained speechless for a long time after she left the classroom with a serious and stern face.

After the bell rang, Loren and the others slowly left the classroom, went downstairs to the Great Hall, and sure enough, found the exam schedule posted under the marble spiral staircase.

The fourth-grade students' last exam is on June 23rd. If all goes well, they can watch the games and play until early July before going home for a two-month summer vacation, until school starts on September 1st.

Loren was as lazy as a salted fish, but the anxious Miss Granger would hold a notebook in his ear all day long and recite it over and over again, even though he had already read and memorized the content.

It seems that being number one in the grade is both an honor and a pressure.

Ron claimed he wouldn't study if he couldn't concentrate, and he'd disappear after breakfast every morning. When he returned to his dorm at night, he'd tell his roommates he'd spent the whole day playing, his words filled with tales of Giant Squid from the Black Lake and Sharp-beaked Bird from the Forbidden Forest...

But when Loren accompanied Hermione to the Library, he saw him and Lavender hiding in secret corners on several occasions, with their desks covered with study materials for various subjects.

As Champion in the Triwizard Tournament, Harry was exempt from the final exams, but he constantly oscillated between two states every day.

He always wakes up refreshed and feels more confident than in the previous two projects. In terms of personal ability, he has learned many new spells and is already able to defeat the Champion of Ilvermorny head-on; in terms of competition content, he has memorized the maze paths and has extensive experience in magic puzzle games.

But every night as he lay on his four-poster bed, he began to feel uneasy, sensing that the match was bound to be fraught with danger and that Voldemort was hiding some unknown conspiracy.