As soon as the Easter holiday ended, Eda submitted her elective course sele.

  Professonagall didn't ent on the fact that she had only chosen three electives. She even sidered crossing out Eda's Divination css, as she had no fondness for that vague and hazy subjebsp;

  Many of the top students at Hogwarts had chosen more electives than Eda. For instance, Cedric Diggory, and even more impressively, Bill and Percy Weasley, had taken every elective avaible.

  Bill wasn't just the Head Boy—he had also earwelve O.W.L.s, a feat beyond mere excellence. Very few students in Hogwarts' history had managed su achievement.

  Eda, who was alsarded as a "top student," had only picked three electives, which seemed rather unambitious. Even if she eventually passed all her exams, she would only have ten O.W.L.s. pared to those who achieved twelve, it was hardly impressive.

  With elective seles finalized, Hogwarts became busier than ever. Professors wasted no time in css, cutting down on idle chatter and cramming as muowledge as possible into their students.

  Even during break times, Filch hardly o keep order—there were barely any students running around or pying in the corridors. With only a little over a month until final exams, no one wa home a report card marked with a "P."

  Even Fred and Gee had toned down their usual antics. After how smug they had been st summer, they khat if their grades were too poor this year, Mrs. Weasley would surely punish them for both this year's failures and st year's arrogaheir buttocks would not be spared.

  sidering how little effort the twins had put into studying this year, it was easy to imagine how bad their grades would be. A low score wasn't the worst thing in the world, but losing their ability to sit fortably certainly was.

  Left with no choice, the twins turo Eda for help, beggio start her exam-cram tut sessions ahead of schedule.

  The twins ran up to Eda, dramatically wailing about their impending doom. She had no choice but to take pity on them and, that very night, put together a one-month study pn. She the "Operation Save Our Butts" campaign, aiming to at least help them keep half of their dignity intabsp;

  This year's cram session had fewer partits than st year. Angelina and Alicia hadn't joined ihey weren't as careless as Fred and Gee. Sihey were diligent students throughout the year, all they needed was regur revision.

  Truthfully, Fred and Gee were both quite intelligent. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to e up with so many creative pranks. If they put even half of that energy into studying, they might not match Percy, but at least they wouldn't have to panic about their exams.

  Then again, if Fred and Gee were anything like Percy, they wouldn't be the mischief-making, ughter-spreading Weasley twins.

  Sihey had e to Eda voluntarily this time, things were much easier for her. At least she didn't have to stantly keep an eye oo prevent them from sg off or ing up with schemes.

  It wasn't just the twins who were nervous about exams—the library ractically taken over by fifth ah-year students. O.W.L.s and .s were the two most critical exams for any young witch or wizard.

  Charlie Weasley had also bee noticeably more anxious. With his .s approag, he had barely attended Quidditch practice since April, leaving all team matters in Oliver Wood's hands. By May, he had disappeared from the pittirely.

  Some students fag their wizarding exams even started showing signs of pre-exam breakdowns, whether mental or physical. Many broke down into tears, and their distress only heightehe ay of the youudents who had yet to face such trials.

  The twiions were surprisingly stable. After all, they had never been afraid of exams themselves. If anything, it was the subjects that should feel hoo have them in attendahe only thing they truly feared was their dear, sweet mother—Molly Weasley.

  When it came to handling exams, the bined efforts of Fred and Gee still couldn't match up to Eda. Even if they stacked themselves on top of each other, they wouldn't reach her knees in terms of ability.

  Their study pn had been in motion for half a month now. To avoid angering Mrs. Weasley—and, more importantly, to protect their own butts—the twins had pletely lost all free time.

  During the day, they attended review sessions with their professors. At night, they had to go to Twilight Cottage for another round of revision under Eda's guidance. And when they finally made it back to the castle at curfew, a mountain of assigs awaited them—double the workload! O sisted of essays and assigs from their professors, while the other was a series of exam papers Eda had meticulously crafted based oopibsp;

  For the past two weeks, the twins had been drowning ibooks and part, living in pure academic misery. Their only moment of respite came on Wednesday ms—during Professor Binns' History of Magic css.

  History of Magic was universally reized as nap time. Staying awake in that css was a nearly impossible feat. Even Eda had to cast spells on herself just to make it through.

  She didn't expect Fred and Gee to go to such lengths.

  That would simply be too inhumane. And so, History of Magic became the twins' only ce to rex. Whether they chose to nap on their desks or do something else entirely, Eda didn't care. As long as they were happy, that was all that mattered.

  If the twins hadn't fallen so far behind in their coursework, Eda wouldn't have been so hard on them. She just hoped they would learn their lesson—so that ihird year, they could bah their studies and their business, rather than exhausting themselves like this.

  Professor Binns still hovered behind the le, droning on as always, repeating the same lecture he had given tless times before.

  Most of the students in the had already succumbed to deep sleep, while the few who remained awake were mentally wandering the os, expl the mysteries of the universe in their half-asleep state.

  If Hogwarts ever awarded a "Model Worker" title, Eda would nominate Professor Binns first. And if he didn't win, then something was definitely wrong—Dumbledore must have rigged the results.

  "…After the signing and enfort of the Iional Statute of Secre 1689, wizards retreated into the shadows, choosing to hide from the Muggle world…"

  A kno the door interrupted Professor Binns' lecture, f him to pause his hypnotic spell.

  With the monotonous droning silenced, students snapped out of their deep slumber and daydreams one by one, rubbing their sleepy eyes—only to see Professonagall standing at the door.

  The twins had also woken up. Gee nudged Eda, who had been buried iaock exam papers." As she lifted her head, she found Magall looking right at her. Quickly, she dispelled her own Sileng Charm so she could hear what the professor was saying.

  "...Professor Binns, my apologies for interrupting your css," Magall said from the doorway. "May I borrow Twist for a moment?"

  Fred and Gee exged puzzled looks, staring at Eda. They were trying to figure out what kind of trouble she had gotten herself into for Professonagall to e fetch her in the middle of css.

  Had she set fire to Snape's private storeroom or something?

  Of course, setting fire to Snape's private storeroom ure fantasy, something that oed iwins' imagination. Until Eda could at least hold her own against a training dummy, she didn't have the guts for something like that.

  It wasn't just the twins who were fused—Eda herself was pletely baffled. She had no idea why Professonagall was looking for her.

  Her seat wasn't far from the door, and in the few steps it took to reach it, she quickly reviewed everything she had doly in her mind.

  But no matter how she searched her memory, she couldn't figure out what trouble she had caused this time. She had been keeping a low profile this year—she really hadn't broken too many school rules!

  "Professor, what's the matter?"

  Eda asked after stepping out of the , still utterly fused and uo guess the reason fonagall's summons.

  Magall gently pced a hand on Eda's shoulder, looking at her with an expression full of . In a soft voice, she said, "My dear, Mr. Weasley has sent a letter…"

  The moment Eda heard "Mr. Weasley," she knew why Magall had e looking for her. She had already guessed…

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