When Hermione came out of the office, her head was still dizzy.

Although the professor did not say it explicitly, the implication was very obvious. Sirius Black was innocent, or, at least, harmless to Harry.

She didn't know whether to tell Harry, but she didn't know the truth, and telling it would only cause more trouble, and she was already troubled enough. As the Easter holiday approached, professors of various subjects unanimously increased the homework, and Hermione felt like she was busy like a spinning top.

She used the time turner to the extreme, but even so, she could not avoid missing some classes.

Hermione was somewhat glad that the duel study group was temporarily cancelled, because Harry's full attention was on the daily Quidditch training, and he had to discuss various tactics with Wood during the daily breaks, so the homework could only be completed in fragmented time.

This caused the quality of Harry's papers to decline all the way, but fortunately he was not the only one who was scolded.

Harry and Draco Malfoy were called to the Transfiguration professor's office. "Gentlemen, I know you are preparing for the Quidditch final, but that's no reason for you to mess up your homework." Professor McGonagall said with a straight face.

Yes, the Quidditch final, Harry thought in a trance. Tomorrow is the first day of the Easter holiday, and the first Saturday after the holiday is the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin game.

He came back to his senses and stared at Draco Malfoy. He had obvious dark circles on his pale face and a provocative look. This was just a microcosm of the tense atmosphere between the two colleges and the two teams. In recent times, the conflict between the lion and the snake has almost been exposed.

A trace of haze flashed in Draco's eyes. He was under a lot of pressure in the team and was regarded as a disruptor to delay Potter's attack speed. This made him indignant for a while, but when he thought of the speed of the Firebolt, he lost his temper.

He wrote to his family to inquire about the price of the Firebolt, but his father rarely refused him. This thing

is more expensive than the seven Nimbus 2001s of his entire team. He was a little confused. Who gave it to Potter?

It couldn't be Potter's stupid admirer.

"... It's never been like this before. Two students are still in the hospital, and they keep crying in their ears. Seven people are in detention..." Professor McGonagall's voice seemed to be regarded by the two as the background sound of the explosive look. Obviously, McGonagall also found this.

She said angrily: "Go, I'm only saying this once, but if you don't restrain yourself..." She blushed and hesitated for a long time, but still insisted: "I will put you in detention, yes, before the final! I will discuss it with Severus."

Harry hurriedly assured Professor McGonagall, and Draco's expression softened. He squeezed a smile at Harry. Harry resisted saying anything sarcastic and shook hands with him.

Coming out of the Transfiguration classroom, the two people who were leaning against each other separated far away. Draco snorted contemptuously and turned away. Harry returned to the common room and heard Seamus yelling, "You call this a holiday? The exams are still a long way off!"

He leaned over to take a look and found that they were counting the homework left for each subject.

Dean Thomas counted on his fingers. He had been counting for a long time: "...History of Magic, three two-foot papers; Potions, three, one of which is three feet long. Snape must be out of his mind! The topic is - let me see - Appreciation of the Improved Formula of Wolfsbane Potion..."

Dean cursed in a low voice and complained, "It's not on the final exam, why do we have to write this stuff?" He muttered, "What do you mean by understanding the latest developments in the field of potions... He just wants to show off his research results."

Harry couldn't agree with his point of view anymore, and Dean continued to mutter. : "...Transfiguration class, two papers, and exercises in transfiguration of dead objects into living objects; Astronomy class, twelve star maps..."

He heard the sound of retching beside him, turned around and saw Neville. He said palely: "Sorry, I feel a little nauseous..."

The twins came over and asked: "Would you like some spirit potion?"

Harry said with a puzzled look: "Isn't this for treating colds?"

The spirit potion is Madam Pomfrey's specialty. It has an immediate effect on colds and flu. The only drawback is that after drinking this potion, smoke will continue to come out of the ears for the next few hours.

"We've improved it to make it worthy of its name," Fred said with a smile, "I'll try it for you." He took out a piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth, "We've made it solid, so it's easy to carry, so you can take it in class. Well, it's a bit unpalatable, George, write it down, you can change it to fruit flavor..."

"Got it, buddy," George said with a grin. He took over the job of explaining and said to the group of young wizards, "You'll be excited for the next few hours, except for a little sequelae..."

"Woo woo!"

Fred seemed to be hit by something, a burst of white smoke came out of his ears, and a loud whistle sounded from his mouth. He said with energy, "See, it immediately relieves fatigue, one worry-free pill, seven Sickles."

Dean was very interested in this, and Harry looked at the pile of homework on the table and was also a little tempted. At this time, many young wizards had already surrounded him and squeezed him out. After queuing for five minutes, he found that every two minutes, Fred would time the whistle to sound, as if he was imitating a train.

After thinking it over again and again, he still retreated and found Ron and Hermione in the corner. Hermione's eyes were red, and she yawned. He felt that Hermione needed a stimulant, or a candy.

She wrote and drew on a piece of parchment. Harry looked down and found that it was a review plan for the final exam.

After a while, Hermione finally finished the task at hand. She bit her quill and said, "I should make full use of the Easter holiday. I have finished the homework for History of Magic and Astronomy -"

Ron said in surprise, "Don't you always finish the ancient runes homework first?"

"The professor exempted me from the homework, saying that it was unnecessary to waste time." Hermione said.

Ron wailed, "How can this be... I was counting on your paper to be referenced!"

"In fact," Hermione said with a straight face, "the top ten on the parchment list were exempted from the homework."

Ron turned his gaze to Harry, his eyes full of expectation. Harry shrank his shoulders, "I have to train most of the time during the holidays. We have an advantage, but we may be overturned. This is the worst situation - Wood has finally gone crazy."

"Okay, I'll write it and lend it to you when I'm done." Ron sighed.

Hermione snorted, but she didn't say anything. She just stood up and walked out of the common room. After a while, she came back yawning and looked even more tired.

Harry was still continuing the previous topic, "It's a bit strange to say, Professor McGonagall no longer forbids me to go out..."

Hermione shuddered and woke up.

"What's wrong with you, Hermione?" Harry looked at her strangely, "Do you know the reason?"

"No, it's something else, I'm not sure yet." Hermione said hesitantly: "I have something to tell you after the Quidditch game is over."

...

The next morning.

Felix dressed neatly and went to attend the awarding ceremony.