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Oh, what a birthday, thought Harry, lying down on the bed and still seeing visions from the party of his eighteenth birthday, which seemed to want to repeat again and again in his mind, until his smile will be spread wide from ear to ear.
Found and Lost
In the next morning Harry woke up with swollen eyes – he had been shifting from one side to another in the bed long in the night without being able to forget the incredibly vivid dream.
The School is calling again
“But what are we going to do now?” asked Ron. “If we now rush to the Hogwarts what are we going to say to McGonagall? Sorry, we didn’t actually do what we had to do in the spring, so can we nose around here for a Merlin knows how long time?”
The Books and the Quibbler
Both Harry and Ron instantly sent the owls to Auror Office, refusing their candidacy for admission exam, and as soon as Errol and Pigwidgeon had returned, they immediately wrote their next letters to McGonagall affirming their studies of seventh year at Hogwarts.
The Fall has come
The four friends didn’t even notice, or one of them noticed it even too well – it felt different for each of them – when there came up the September first when it was time to go to Hogwarts.
Like Home again
The remaining time of their trip the friends had spent chattering and teasing each other in their coupe. Ron and Hermione had once more gone on a round of their duties, but as Ron had told Harry they hadn’t found anything worse than some unruly first years.
The Struggle of the N.E.W.T.s
The morning of the following day, the Wednesday, had come and Harry woke up hearing the wake-up alarm of his wristwatch; he raised feeling sleepy and silenced the sound.
The four of young people – Ginny, Hermione, Harry, and Ron – sat comfortably with Hagrid, drinking late afternoon tea and trying to avoid eating Hagrid’s rock cakes as discreetly as possible.
On Saturday morning as they had gone down for breakfast, the friends were smearing the raspberry jam on their bread slices and were contemplating the plans for the day.
Hot and even hotter
After the Herbology class where Harry had received some nasty slaps from his chosen Tentacula, he had lunch and now he wanted to go for a walk on the Hogwarts territory.
The next morning on Tuesday turned out to be gloomy, with dark clouds tumbling over the sky and as Harry could image also over the ceiling of the Great Hall, bringing along a cold and unpleasant rain that rattled on the glass of the windows.
The Dead End
The young people, wandering around the castle for the next hour, had tried to think of all kinds of ways how they could be able to find the Diadem, but nothing more came into their minds than the need to get something of the legendary Lady Ravenclaw’s possessions.
Full Moon's Work
“Really, that Ron is one little…” Ginny whispered to Harry once again as they were sitting on their chairs in the library and were helping Hermione to recover.
The horrendous attack of the werewolves was actively discussed all over Hogwarts, especially among teachers.
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