Heir to the Moon (V2)

II.XIV Jophiel Vs Quirrell

The remainder of the school year went by with ease. Harry and Daphne continued their lessons under Jophiel's guidance, honing their magical abilities and deepening their understanding of the subject. Meanwhile, Jophiel kept a vigilant eye on Quirrell, always on the lookout for any suspicious behaviour or movements.

As the end of the year drew near, Harry, Daphne, Susan, and Hannah gathered in the cozy Hufflepuff common room. The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the group as they huddled around a large table. On its surface lay a tangle of textbooks and notes, evidence of their dedicated study for the upcoming exams. The faint scent of parchment and ink filled the air as they pored over their materials, determined to excel in their studies.

"Harry, a little help here, what is the final step when brewing a forgetfulness potion?" asked Daphne.

Harry glanced up from his notes, a faint smile playing on his lips as he saw Daphne's expectant expression. The Hufflepuff common room had become their sanctuary of knowledge, a place where they could study without the pressures of the outside world.

"The final step," Harry began, leaning closer to the table, "is to stir the potion counterclockwise seven times with a silver stirring rod. It helps to solidify the effects and ensures the potion is properly mixed."

Daphne nodded, scribbling down Harry's explanation in her notebook. "Got it. Thanks, Harry."

Susan Bones looked up from her own textbook, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Do you think we'll be ready for the exams? I mean, we've been studying so hard, but it still feels like there's so much to cover."

Hannah Abbott gave her a reassuring smile. "We've been doing great, Susan. We've got each other to lean on, and we've been learning a lot. We just have to keep pushing through."

"Harry, what is the incantation for the mending charm?" asked Susan.

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment before responding, "The incantation for the mending charm is 'Reparo.' You point your wand at the broken object and say the spell clearly. It should fix any minor damage instantly."

Susan nodded, making a note in her textbook. "Thanks, Harry. I feel like I can never remember that one."

"Harry, I need help, I got all the steps written down but I feel like I did something wrong when I was writing the steps for the hair-rising potion, can you help me?" asked Hannah.

Harry smiled at Hannah, reaching for her notes. He scanned through them, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Let's see... for the hair-rising potion, you start with a base of flobberworm mucus, then add powdered bicorn horn. Did you get that part?"

Hannah nodded, her eyes focused intently on Harry's face.

"Okay," Harry continued, "after that, you need to add three drops of essence of murtlap. That's where it gets tricky because too much or too little can affect the potency."

Hannah's eyes widened, and she quickly jotted down the correction. "I see, I had five drops written down. Thanks, Harry."

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The next day, Harry sat in Professor McGonagall's classroom, waiting to be called for his final exam. The Transfiguration classroom was filled with the nervous murmurs of students, each one fidgeting in their seats, reviewing notes, or staring off into space, trying to calm their nerves. The walls, adorned with diagrams and magical artifacts, seemed to loom closer as the moment of truth approached.

Harry glanced around, catching sight of Daphne, who gave him a small, reassuring smile from across the room. Susan and Hannah were whispering to each other, probably going over last-minute details. The sight of his friends, so dedicated and supportive, gave him a sense of calm amidst the brewing anxiety.