In fact, final exams are a new type of SM.
For test takers, the anticipation of the exam is very strong beforehand, and they always hope that it will come later.
But secretly, I was also looking forward to finishing the exam as soon as possible.
Once the exams actually take effect and hit the test-takers, they'll feel a sense of satisfaction.
And you get a thrill every time you finish an exam.
Finishing all the exams will be incredibly awesome.
Harry and Ron are currently in an incredibly exhilarating state, feeling like all their exams are finally over.
For them, there was another incredibly awesome thing.
"Hurry up, Harry!" Ron hurriedly threw his stationery on the bed and beckoned to Harry.
"Today is the day to distribute the money!"
They had previously helped make the amulet, and George and Fred promised to pay them.
Now that the exams are over, it's time to divide the spoils.
The exams were all over, and Snape was busy grading papers, so he had no time to deal with them, and he was also going to get a large sum of money...
These events combined made Ron ecstatic.
Where is Hermione?
Harry followed Ron out of the dormitory and glanced in the direction of the girls' dormitory.
"I don't know." Ron shrugged. "Maybe she's already gone to the Room of Requirement. Let's hurry."
As they talked, the two walked out of the Gryffindor common room and headed towards the Room of Requirement.
After walking for a while, a figure stood at the top of the stairs, blocking their way.
This is probably a little witch.
Her smooth, glossy hair was styled into an elegant updo, with the ends tied up with a pretty, delicate hairband.
Even just her back view gives off a sense of gentleness.
"Hello, are you lost?" Ron asked, taking small steps forward.
Harry followed, "Are you a first-year student? We can show you the way."
"No..."
The little witch seemed startled by their sudden voice, and hurriedly shook her head, her beautiful hair ribbon fluttering on her back.
"I think I don't need to trouble you..."
Upon hearing the voice, Ron's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked around.
"Something's not right. Why is Hermione's voice here?"
The little witch turned around and glared at him irritably.
"Because Hermione is here."
Harry and Ron were startled when they saw the beautiful and gentle little witch suddenly transform into Hermione, their mouths agape in surprise.
The little witch in front of me doesn't look like Hermione at all.
Her previously messy hair became smooth and shiny, and her entire face was now fully revealed.
Perhaps because she wasn't carrying a thick book, Hermione's back was completely straight, making her appear much taller.
This made her less bookish and more delicate and lively in appearance.
The Harry-Ron Bicycle stood motionless, as if its brakes had been applied.
After a long while, Ron stammered, "Hermione?!"
What are you doing here?
"Like you, I'm going to the Room of Requirement too," Hermione whispered.
She felt somewhat embarrassed to be seen like this by someone she knew.
"Oh my god!" Harry exclaimed, "Did you drink some kind of Transfiguration potion?"
Ron said exaggeratedly, "You're like a completely different person now!"
"I just fixed my hair."
Hermione fiddled with her hair, a little embarrassed.
She was very nervous.
What others think is irrelevant to Hermione; she only cares about Silan's opinion.
"Will Silan like it?" Hermione felt uneasy.
The Room of Requirement.
"Splash..."
George and Fred each carried a bag and poured money onto the table.
Galleon mixed with Silver Sickle, gold and silver flowing like water onto the table, piling up into a small mountain.
In the center of the table were 1,500 Galleon given to him by Dumbledore.
"The smell of money is truly alluring!"
George lay on the table, arms outstretched, cradling the money in his arms, and delivered an epic lunge.
We're going to get rich!
Fred lay down opposite George, mimicking him by opening his arms and holding his hands to form a circle.
"Dungbomb!"
"We absolutely must get a batch of Dungbomb! To replenish our little birds' ammunition!"
"We also need to set aside some for making new quill pens."
"I think we should develop some new quill pen models, such as replacing the nib, so that the quill pen can write different kinds of words."
George and Fred, with the money in their pockets, discussed their grand future.
Neville sat somewhat uncomfortably to one side.
He didn't know why he had been called over.
Footsteps came from the doorway. Neville turned his head and looked over, only to freeze in place.
"Heh heh heh..."
Neville stammered, unable to utter a single complete sentence.
"Look how happy Neville is! His smile is so radiant!"
George smiled and glanced at the stammering Neville, then followed his gaze toward the door, only to freeze in place.
"Heh heh heh..."
"What's wrong?" Fred asked, noticing their strange expressions, and looked towards the door.
"Hermione?!"
The three of them shouted in unison, all with expressions of disbelief.
Hermione's pretty face flushed slightly, her gaze fixed on Silan, filled with anticipation.
Silan was slightly taken aback when she saw Hermione, who was clearly dressed up.
Hermione had almost never put any effort into dressing up before, so she looked rather ordinary.
What's wrong with me today?
What triggered this?
"Miss Granger, you look beautiful today!" George and Fred stood up hand in hand.
"Of course, it was beautiful before," Fred added.
"I almost didn't recognize you, Hermione." Neville scratched his head sheepishly, avoiding her gaze.
"Right!" Ron exclaimed. "When I saw Hermione just now, I couldn't believe my eyes!"
"Yeah yeah..."
Hermione didn't actually hear what they were saying; her intuition was just buzzing around her.
She nervously clutched the hem of her dress and looked at Silan.
All she wanted to hear was what Silan had to say.
The others seemed to have noticed this as well, and they all quieted down and looked at Silan.