Hogwarts: I Am an Ex Chapter 93: The Last Celebration

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: The Last Celebration

Although Quidditch is the most popular sport at Hogwarts, not all young wizards choose to watch the matches.

There are still so people in each house’s common room, with the fewest in Gryffindor, probably five or six, and the most in Ravenclaw, with over a dozen people.

These are mostly fifth or seventh-year students, as the pressure of exams leaves them with no interest in Quidditch.

In this ti, they obviously prefer to stay in the library, or in the cozy common room to read.

Kael set his sights on the Hufflepuff common room.

The Marauder’s Map does not depict the dormitory area as ticulously as other places, only distinguishing between male and female areas.

All seven grades are together, separated from the adjacent common room by just a thin ink line.

Kael noted down the nas of everyone in the Hufflepuff common room.

Not many, only six.

After noting them down, Kael intended to close the map and continue watching the ga, but under the influence of a mysterious force, he inexplicably looked toward the position of the underground classroom, and then found Snape’s private storeroom nearby.

Kael swore he absolutely had no intention of going there to steal (crossed out)... take anything, at least not now.

It cannot be denied, Snape’s private storeroom indeed has many treasures, but Kael is currently more interested in charms; those Potion Materials don’t hold much appeal to him.

But since he had already looked, Kael conveniently noted down the route to get there, as well as the entrances and exits of the secret paths around.

Pure curiosity, nothing else.

Besides, there’s nothing else to do now, idle is idle.

"Look quickly, Cedric is speeding up!"

Just then, a deafening cheer erupted around.

Kael hurriedly closed the Marauder’s Map and tapped it again with his wand.

"Mischief managed."

The ink line faded, and the Marauder’s Map turned back into the appearance of ordinary parchnt.

On the Quidditch Pitch, Cedric was plumting from midair at trendous speed.

"It’s the Golden Snitch!"

The comntator shouted excitedly: "It’s right next to the Slytherin goal post, less than twenty feet off the ground!"

"Higgs sees it too, he’s accelerating!"

The two Seekers rushed towards the Golden Snitch, the atmosphere in the stands was extrely tense, everyone was watching them nervously.

A few seconds later...

"It’s Cedric!"

The comntator roared: "Cedric Digory, the youngest Seeker, caught the Golden Snitch!"

The stands erupted, large yellow flags and fan items were thrown into the air.

"We won, we won!" The little badgers around shouted in excitent, hugging each other.

"Thanks to Hufflepuff, for bringing us such an exciting Quidditch match."

...

An hour later, Cedric was carried back to the common room by a group of excited Hufflepuff students, and in the words of the Quidditch players, it was a hero’s welco.

However, in Kael’s view, he now looked more like a pig ready for slaughter.

A victory celebration was indispensable; that night, a few senior students brought back a heap of delicious food from the kitchen, and soon the common room was filled with all kinds of tasty steaks and cookies.

"Kael, where did you go just now?" Conna ca over with a large piece of bone-in steak, puzzled, she asked: "Why didn’t I see you when the ga ended."

"I went to the restroom," Kael said.

"That’s a pity," Conna whispered: "You missed the most exciting part."

Kael laughed and said: "Not really, I ca back just in ti to see Cedric catch the Golden Snitch."

"That’s good then." Conna smiled and took a bite of the steak, then showed a blissful expression.

Kael looked at her and asked doubtfully: "You’re going to sleep soon, are you okay with eating so much now?"

Conna’s hand movents suddenly stopped, and her expression beca a bit stiff. She turned her head and said softly: "I...I didn’t eat much for dinner."

"Is that so?" Kael furrowed his brows, "But why do I rember at dinner...never mind, maybe I rembered wrong."

Conna breathed a sigh of relief and quickly found an excuse to leave before Kael could say anything else.

Everyone was very happy, but what they didn’t know was that this feast could be said to be their last revelry.

Because the final exams were fast approaching.

The professors assigned more and more howork, they barely had ti to play a ga of Wizard Chess.

The Easter holiday was far less fun than Christmas; most people chose to stay at school.

The workload was too much, the blank parchnt piled up like little mountains, and they practically had to stay in the library every day, sighing and yawning, desperately trying to finish these heavy assignnts.

Besides, they also needed to morize those "must-know for exams" topics that the professors ntioned, and practice their wand movents.

Though it was a holiday, the corridor was always filled with the complaints of young wizards.

"I can never rember this!" halfway through the holiday, Mikel finally couldn’t take it anymore, threw down his quill, and said angrily: "Who the heck discovered the twelve uses of Fire Dragon Blood, it’s too many, I can’t rember it all!"

"Dumbledore."

Kael, sitting opposite him, replied without raising his head: "Are you planning to challenge him to a duel? That’s definitely a great idea, if you can beat him up, Professor Snape surely won’t make you morize these things anymore."

"..."

After a mont of stunned silence, Mikel picked up his quill again, "What was the twelfth use of Fire Dragon Blood again... Oh right, used as a hearth cleaner.

That’s not so hard to rember, I should have been more serious just now."

Kael smiled, saying nothing.

An hour later, he too put down his quill and closed his "Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi."

"Kael, have you finished all your howork?"

Mikel and Ryan looked up at him as if they were Nifflers who had found a pile of Galleons.

Kael stretched his shoulders, nodded and said: "Yeah, it’s done."

Mikel’s eyes lit up, eagerly asking: "Could we... borrow it to reference?"

"...Okay."

This ti, Kael did not refuse outright like before; after a mont of hesitation, he handed over his howork to them.

Mainly because he rembered that Mikel and Ryan had already done quite a bit of howork, not much, but definitely about a third.

That way, there was no need to worry about the possibility of copying howork entirely, so it didn’t matter if he lent it to them.

In addition, the Easter holiday howork was indeed a bit much.

But to be safe, Kael still reminded: "Rember, don’t copy verbatim."

"Don’t worry." Mikel confidently patted his chest and said: "We won’t make the sa mistake twice."