The O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s had ended one after the other, marking the imminent close of the 1995 school year.
Hogwarts's Quidditch matches had also concluded. Gryffindor's Quidditch team had crushed all three matches without suspense, claiming the Quidditch Cup with an overwhelming score.
The other Houses were not at all surprised by the result. At least they were guaranteed a place in the top four.
Harley's scoring ability when paired with the Firebolt was simply too powerful. Even three players trying to stop her could not hold her back—how were they supposed to compete?
By now, the other Houses had reached a consensus: they could just wait until Harley graduated in two years, then fight over the Quidditch Cup again.
The gap between the Houses in the House Cup was just as enormous as in the Quidditch Cup. Gryffindor stood far in the lead, crushing all competition.
Unless the Weasley Twins blew up the headmaster's office or Professor McGonagall's office in the last few days, second-place Ravenclaw had no hope of making a comeback.
With everything clearly about to settle, the students no longer felt like making one last effort. They simply lazed by the Black Lake, soaking up the sunshine.
After all, there were no classes for the next week, so the students could enjoy themselves freely in the castle.
This was especially true for the seventh-years, who were about to leave the castle forever.
Unless they returned to teach, they would probably never set foot in Hogwarts again.
So in these final days, even the Weasley Twins had stopped pulling pranks and hawking products. Instead, they wandered through the castle, gently brushing their hands over every statue and every entrance and exit to the secret passages, wanting to etch these happiest memories permanently into their minds.
Harley, too,