When the last day arrived, Harry could feel the entire school warming up from the students' feverish excitement.
Harry had not slept well the previous night because the other four boys in his dormitory had discussed how to spend the winter break until nearly dawn.
Harry could not understand it. They were obviously all lazybones who fell asleep the moment they hit their beds, so where had they found the energy? In the end, Harry could not take it anymore. They became more and more excited, practically spraying saliva as they talked, their faces animated and their arms waving...
They had even tried to drag Harry, who had only just begun to fall asleep, into the conversation.
So Harry shouted, "Silencing Charm!"
Everything went quiet. Harry could even hear the soft rustle of snowflakes falling outside the window. At last, he could get a peaceful night's sleep.
Dean, Ron, Neville, and Seamus exchanged helpless looks. They opened their mouths, but could not say anything. They could only crawl under their blankets and go to sleep. Before drifting off, they thought, Where were we? We'll have to keep talking tomorrow...
Today was undoubtedly the most exciting day since the start of term.
But in the eyes of the little lions, there was one fly in the ointment.
They actually had a Potions class with Professor Snape today.
It seemed Professor Snape had made up his mind not to let the Gryffindor students go home happily. The smile on his lips when he entered the classroom was colder than the weather outside, and it had already doomed this class to become a session dedicated to tormenting the little lions.
During this lesson, Snape carried himself with the bold air of, "With a sword in hand, who in the world dares make