The Prefects' Bathroom was seriously comfortable. Compared with the communal bathrooms, it was the difference between a pool with a two-yuan admission ticket and a luxury bathhouse.
After enjoying a thorough wash with the bubble bath flowing from the golden taps, Zhang Xiao decided that this would be the only place he bathed from now on.
As for what Gemma thought... who cared?
Perhaps some mystical principle was at work, because Zhang Xiao discovered that his mind raced when he soaked in the bath.
He had even come up with a reason for that old geezer Dumbledore to keep hounding him.
Who had told him to be a Slytherin, anyway?
Neither Dumbledore nor the wizarding world could bear the consequences of another Dark Lord appearing.
If I were a Gryffindor, Dumbledore would probably already be paving the way for me!
Discrimination! Blatant discrimination! When will Slytherin finally be able to hold its head high?
Zhang Xiao dried himself with one of the large, snow-white towels neatly stacked in the corner, becoming that cool, aloof, handsome boy again.
A new term had begun, and life was growing harder for the young witches and wizards. The approaching final exams were putting most of them under increasing pressure.
Apart from those who had attended primary school in the Muggle world, many of the young students were facing exams for the very first time.
They even thought exams were scarier than Professor Snape. After all, Professor Snape only accounted for one of the subjects being tested.
Because of the season, Hagrid's little vegetable patch and livestock enclosure could only supply a few kinds of vegetables, while most of Madam Sprout's energy was devoted to the Changbai Mountain Ginseng Zhang Xiao had given her.
She was fascinated by something that could supposedly grow into