Finally Winning the House Cup

Final exams ended without a ripple. For the seventh-years, who had only just endured the torment of the N.E.W.T.s, mere graduation exams could not have been easier; they could pass them effortlessly.

Of course, except for the very few who needed to repeat a year.

Fortunately, Bell was not among those who would be held back. Or rather, even if he had cried and begged to repeat a year, the professors led by Snape and Professor McGonagall would definitely have kicked him straight out of Hogwarts.

Don't ask how he knew. He just knew.

After the exams, there was the customary week of rest. For students from first through sixth year, that week of free time between the end of exams and the release of results was arguably the most relaxing and enjoyable time of their lives. For the seventh-years who were about to graduate, however, it was time to say goodbye to their classmates and professors.

The joy of freedom and the sadness of parting coexisted in perfect harmony throughout Hogwarts, intertwining and blending together.

At this time of year in the past, Professor Filius Flitwick would bid farewell to each of his students one by one. The sentimental old professor even changed robes several times a day.

But this year, Professor Filius Flitwick did not give the departing students a final farewell. It was not because he disliked this year's students or did not wish to say goodbye, but because he had a more important mission at the moment.

From morning to night, Professor Filius Flitwick followed Snape without a moment's slack, constantly watching the other man's eyes and analyzing whether he was once again brewing some poison in his belly. If Professor McGonagall had not been unable to bear watching any longer and shared some of the