𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Ch 119 - Avada Kedavra

“I can't believe it...” Ron said bitterly the next morning at breakfast, "she was only three toilets away... we could've asked her, and now..."

Now they weren't able to so easily sneak off, not with the teachers leading them to every class.

Might be different if it were a boys bathroom, or if Hermione wasn't petrified, but seeing as how neither of those were the case, Lucifer didn't readily see how they were going to accomplish this.

Even their Portrait holes were sealed at night, with others on alert for any roaming student.

In Transfiguration, their first class, they found out they were still going to have exams.

Lucifer wasn't surprised, and even with all that had happened, he felt confident in his ability to pass them flawlessly, but others were surprised.

"Exams?" Seamus howled in disbelief, "We're still getting exams?!"

There was a loud bang somewhere near the back of class, and when Lucifer turned to see what happened.

Neville had dropped his wand, which vanished one of the legs on his desk.

McGonagall pulled out her own wand and fixed it before turning to Seamus with a frown, "The whole point of keeping the school open at this time is for you to receive your education," she said sternly, "the exams will, therefore, take place as usual, and I trust you all are studying hard."

Lucifer wasn't worried about exams, but Hermione.

He heard a great deal of mutinous muttering around the room, and it caused McGonagall to scowl darkly.

"Professor Dumbledore's instructions were to keep the school running as normally as possible," she said to them all, "and that, I hardly need to point out, means finding out how much you've learned this year."

Lucifer glanced over; Harry looked like he was deep in thought, and Ron looked like he'd just been told he had to go live in the Forbidden Forest.

“Can you imagine me taking the exams with this?” He heard Ron ask Harry as his wand began to let out a low whistling sound, “I'd rather be petrified!”

*******

Three Days before their first exam, Professor McGonagall had made another announcement at breakfast, but this one contained for a change, "I have some good news, everyone."

Instead of silence, the Great Hall erupted in theories.

"Dumbledore is coming back?" Several people yelped in glee.

"You've caught the Heir of Slytherin?" A Ravenclaw girl squealed.

"Quidditch Matches are back on?" Wood asked excitedly.

Lucifer couldn't help but laugh; the man loved his Quidditch games.

It was only after the hubbub subsided when Professor McGonagall spoke again, "Professor Sprout has informed me that the mandrakes are ready for cutting at last. Tonight, we will be able to revive those who've been petrified. I don't think I need to remind you that one of them may be able to tell us who, or what, attacked them. I am hopeful that this Dreadful year will end with us catching the culprit."

Lucifer couldn't believe his ears. Hermione was going to finally wake up by tomorrow.

He was the happiest he'd been in a while.

There was a sudden explosion of cheering. The Slytherin's, most of them at least, didn't join in on the fun.

He heard Ron talking about how it won't matter if they go and see Myrtle at all, just before Ginny showed up and sat across from them.