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Even the professors had rarely been so kind, letting them relax properly for a year in preparation for the hellish seventh year ahead—
Those sixth-year students were tasked with assisting Professor Rosier and Vaughn, helping maintain order in the camp and such.
Their reward was being allowed to participate in planning the little world, such as coming up with ideas for challenges.
This cheap reward was unexpectedly popular among the sixth-years. They worked incredibly hard, carrying out body searches with meticulous care.
Harry could not quite understand it, but Ron had muttered to himself several times, looking rather envious of those upperclassmen.
The three rested beneath a beech tree for a while, then helped the Bowtruckles dig up more pill bugs, which they loved to eat, before setting off back to camp.
Harry's guess had been right. The camp had already exploded into chaos.
The Occamy that had lost its child had swollen to at least sixty feet in its anxiety and rage, throwing the mountainous regions in the south and west of the little world into complete turmoil.
By the time the three returned to camp, Professor Rosier had already taken several sixth-year assistants to that area to calm the Occamy and rescue the affected students.
More than a dozen sixth-years remained at camp, responsible for protecting the second-years and "preventing the culprit from escaping."
A senior girl had said that.
Ron was thoroughly dismissive of it. He complained to Harry and Hermione, "She looked so serious, as if anyone could actually leave this place. Without Vaughn's permission, who can come and go freely in this dump?"
Harry had been listening with a grin, but his expression quickly changed.
He looked at Hermione and found that the girl