Chapter 286 Student Union

"The exam is over!"

The seventh-grade students began to party hard—even the fifth-grade students were not as wild as they were.

No matter what their grades are, no matter how many problems they have at work, or how many are not in line with their original imagination, they have to welcome graduation.

"Oh hoo, Taylor, you're here!"

Huffman raised his glass and greeted Andrew from afar.

"Yeah," Andrew tried to adapt to the overly cheerful atmosphere, "It's just that I didn't expect such a large banquet."

And it's still unreported - but it's not a big problem, because Andrew discovered the existence of many house elves.

Although it's not a good thing to say, nearly half of the graduates cannot defeat house elves.

"Most of them are graduates, but those with particularly good connections will be invited - and they need to be approved by the student union. Of course, you don't need to."

Huffman took a sip of beer and said, "This can be regarded as our last stand for the school."

"The professors won't come to disturb us. This is the last chance for us, the students who are about to get out of here, to have a group gathering. After that, there will be the graduation ceremony... People will start leaving after the ceremony tomorrow. I will leave tomorrow night."

As he spoke, he rummaged around the table for butterbeer - which was not easy, as there was basically not much prepared.

"That's it. Come on, this banquet is not very suitable for introducing people - people who will leave school tomorrow, probably can't even remember their names."

What Huffman said was reasonable - in the following time, Andrew only got to know those students, joking, and almost no one introduced himself, and it was even more impossible to get to know each other in depth.

This little carnival lasted until about twelve o'clock, and then people lit up their wands and ran around the entire castle - until late at night, the crowd gradually dispersed and returned to their dormitories.

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"I have a headache..."

Andrew got up, feeling as if his head had been hit hard by something - and it was already damn morning.

‘There are still classes today, right? ’

He looked at the class schedule and confirmed it - and it was very fatal. It was neither his dean's nor Professor McGonagall's, but the most terrifying Potions class...

He found some sugar from the box and made a cup of sugar water. After drinking it, he felt better.

'Hell, that guy Huffman changed the drink last night, and it was a bit unclear later...'

He washed his face to make himself look better, then changed his clothes and began to sit in a chair in a daze.

The question is, Potions class ends in three minutes. Can he get there before get out of class ends?

Obviously not.

But what needs to be faced must still be faced - even if it means being imprisoned.

'That's outrageous... skipping class is too stupid. ’

After sighing, he shook his head and trotted to the classroom.

"It's strange, why didn't Hal and the others call me?"

Wait, the memory began to emerge - he seemed to have been woken up three times in a row, but in the end he failed to get up and asked Kevin to take sick leave for him. The excuse seemed to be a fever?

'What the hell...'

But he couldn't sell Kevin anymore - he had to wait quietly for Kevin's reply.

Fortunately, he soon knew the outcome of the matter.

Professor Snape rarely acknowledged his reason for asking for leave, and did not even speak harshly about the matter - this was so strange that Andrew had to find Kevin to confirm again.

"Yes, no problem, Andrew, that professor is in a good mood today, so we don't even have points deducted..."

‘Damn it, the sun is coming out in the west today? ’

Andrew had no choice but to return to the lounge with doubts, clean himself up carefully, ran towards Professor McGonagall's office, and apologized for his ridiculous behavior of missing class.

"It doesn't matter, it was Huffman who went too far. He said goodbye to me this morning and said he had given you a lot of wine," Professor McGonagall said with a smile, "They are the quietest Gran in this class. Fenduo."

No wonder the professor was so happy.

"We all met yesterday, right?"

What do you know?

Andrew was confused - he met a lot of people yesterday, and they looked familiar, but let's not talk about acquaintances.

"Okay...forgivable mistake."

The professor looked calm.

"At least you met those student council members, right?"

Member of student union?

Andrew thought about it for a moment and then remembered - Hogwarts is divided into two student unions, the Boys' Student Union and the Girls' Student Union.

The two prefects of the seventh grade will be appointed as the presidents of the two student unions, and they will direct the affairs of each prefect in major activities from the beginning of the school year to the departure of the train during the summer vacation.

Basically, the members are prefects and the captain of the Quidditch team. Occasionally, a few laboratory members who have made outstanding contributions will receive the honor of joining the student union.

"Well, it seems you have thought of it. Albus is a bit crazy, but it's time for you to join the school student union and get familiar with the prefects, otherwise..."

The professor shook his head, "The new prefects don't even know what to do when they come here for internship."

Of course Dumbledore was joking - could Head Boy give that to a second year student?

Not even in third grade soon.

So yesterday he was called over not only for the farewell party, but also to formally let the student council accept him - an introduction to the older batch?

"I've thought it through, professor."

"Think it through and work hard in the next school year, and train our future sixth-year prefects before the exams - Percy can't wait to take a vacation."

Yes, the OWLs exams are over, and it's time for fifth-year students to experience the charm of office documents.

He also has to prepare for the exams after giving instructions - the invigilation has wasted a lot of his time.

"Well, that's it, Bob will come right over. By the way, you are not allowed to skip Potions class again next time. This time it was Huffman's fault, it's not a big deal. You are not allowed to skip classes in other subjects. If you are really too busy, you can take time off from Transfiguration and ask for leave from me, so as not to leave a bad impression on other professors."

"Yes, professor."

"Okay, I'm going to class, you teach Bob, let him learn, don't help him with everything."

The professor nodded seriously, then went to class with the paper bag.

Andrew was left waiting for Bob—the fifth-year, no, the sixth-year prefect.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

"Ah," Bob knocked on the door and was a little scared when he saw the people at the table over there.

He was familiar with the work and had been joked with.

However, the memory of the OWLs exam was too terrible!