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Said book is owned by J.K. Rowling, I recommend reading the series.
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In years to come, Salem would never quite remember how he had managed to get through his exams when he half expected Grindelwald to come bursting through the door at any moment. Yet the days crept by and there could be no doubt that the Cerberus was still alive and well behind the locked door.
It was swelteringly hot, especially in the large classroom where they did their written papers. They had been given special, new quills for the exams, which had been bewitched with an Anti- Cheating spell.
They had practical exams as well. Professor Flitwick called them one by one into his class to see if they could make a pineapple tap- dance across a desk. Professor McGonagall watched them turn a mouse into a snuff-box – points were given for how pretty the snuff-box was, but taken away if it had whiskers. Snape made them all nervous, breathing down their necks while they tried to remember how to make a Forgetfulness Potion.
Salem did the best he could, trying to ignore the stabbing pains in his forehead, which had been bothering him ever since his trip into the forest. Daphne thought Salem had a bad case of exam nerves because Salem couldn't sleep, but the truth was that Salem kept being woken by his old nightmare, except that it was now worse than ever because there was a hooded figure dripping blood in it.
Maybe it was because they hadn't seen what Salem had seen in the forest, or because they didn't have scars burning on their foreheads, but Blaise and Draco didn't seem as worried about the Stone as Salem. The idea of Grindelwald certainly scared them, but he didn't keep visiting them in dreams, and they were so busy with their studying they didn't have much time to fret about what Snape or anyone else might be up to.
Their very last exam was History of Magic. One hour of answering questions about batty old wizards who'd invented selfstirring cauldrons and they'd be free, free for a whole wonderful week until their exam results came out. When the ghost of Professor Binns told them to put down their quills and roll up their parchment, They couldn't help cheering with the rest.
"That was far easier than I thought it would be," said Draco as they joined the crowds flocking out onto the sunny grounds. "I needn't have learned about the 1637 Werewolf Code of Conduct or the uprising of Elfric the Eager."
Draco and Salem always liked to go through their exam papers afterward, but Blaise said this made him feel ill, so they wandered down to the lake and flopped under a tree. Daphne and Pansy were tickling the tentacles of a giant squid, which was basking in the warm shallows. "No more studying," Blaise sighed happily, stretching out on the grass. "You could look more cheerful,Salem, we've got a week before we find out how badly we've done, there's no need to worry yet."
Salem was rubbing his forehead.
"I wish I knew what this means!" he burst out angrily. "My head keeps hurting -- it's happened before, but never as often as this."
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Son of Lord Voldemort
FanfictionThe Potter heir had fell into a Stillbirth. While the Riddle heir lived. The Potter later kidnap the Riddle heir and claim him as their own. But one should know not to get the Dark Lord and his elven Dark Lady angry. ...
