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Their teachers were no longer setting them homework; lessons were devoted to reviewing those topics their teachers thought most likely to come up in the exams. The purposeful, feverish atmosphere drove nearly everything but the O. s from Harrys mind, though he did wonder occasionally during Potions lessons whether Lupin had ever told Snape that he must continue giving Harry Occlumency tuition: If he had, then Snape had ignored Lupin as thoroughly as he was now ignoring Harry. This suited Harry very well; he was quite busy and tense enough without extra classes with Snape, and to his relief Hermione was much too preoccupied these days to badger him about Occlumency. She was spending a lot of time muttering to herself and had not laid out any elf clothes for days. She was not the only person acting oddly as the O. s drew steadily nearer. Ernie Macmillan had developed an irritating habit of interrogating people about their study habits. How many hours dyou think youre doing a day. he demanded of Harry and Ron as they queued outside Herbology, a manic gleam in his eyes. I dunno, said Ron. A few. More or less than eight. Less, I spose, said Ron, looking slightly alarmed. Im doing eight, said Ernie, puffing out his chest. Eight or nine. Im getting an hour in before breakfast every day. Eights my average. I can do ten on a good weekend day. I did nine and a half on Monday. Not so good on Tuesday - only seven and a quarter. Then on Wednesday - Harry was deeply thankful that Professor Sprout ushered them into greenhouse three at that point, forcing Ernie to abandon his recital. Meanwhile Draco Malfoy had found a different way to induce panic. Of course, its not what you know, he was heard to tell Crabbe and Goyle loudly outside Potions a few days before the exams were to start, its who you know. Now, Fathers been friendly with the head of the Wizarding Examinations Authority for years - old Griselda Marchbanks - weve had her round for dinner and everything. Do you think thats true. Hermione whispered to Harry and Ron, looking frightened. Nothing we can do about it if it is, said Ron gloomily. I dont think its true, said Neville quietly from behind them. Because Griselda Marchbanks is a friend of my grans, and shes never mentioned the Malfoys. Whats she like, Neville. asked Hermione at once. Is she strict. Bit like Gran, really, said Neville in a subdued voice. Knowing her wont hurt your chances though, will it. Ron told him encouragingly. Oh, I dont think it will make any difference, said Neville, still more miserably. Grans always telling Professor Marchbanks Im not as good as my dad. Well. you saw what shes like at St. Mungos. Neville looked fixedly at the floor. Harry, Ron, and Hermione glanced at one another, but didnt know what to say. It was the first time that Neville had acknowledged that they had met at the Wizarding hospital. Meanwhile a flourishing black-market trade in aids to concentration, mental agility, and wakefulness had sprung up among the fifth and seventh years. Harry and Ron were much tempted by the bottle of Baruffios Brain Elixir offered to them by Ravenclaw sixth year Eddie Carmichael, who swore it was solely responsible for the nine Outstanding O. s he had gained the previous summer and was offering the whole pint for a mere twelve Galleons. Ron assured Harry he would reimburse him for his half the moment he left Hogwarts and got a job, but before they could close the deal, Hermione had confiscated the bottle from Carmichael and poured the contents down a toilet. Hermione, we wanted to buy that. shouted Ron. Dont be stupid, she snarled. You might as well take Harold Dingles powdered dragon claw and have done with it. Dingles got powdered dragon claw. said Ron eagerly. Not anymore, said Hermione. I confiscated that too. None of these things actually works you know - Dragon claw does work. said Ron. Its supposed to be incredible, really gives your brain a boost, you come over all cunning for a few hours - Hermione, let me have a pinch, go on, it cant hurt - This stuff can, said Hermione grimly. Ive had a look at it, and its actually dried doxy droppings. This information took the edge off Harry and Rons desire for brain stimulants. They received their examination schedules and details of the procedure for O. s during their next Transfiguration lesson. As you can see, Professor McGonagall told the class while they copied down the dates and times of their exams from the blackboard, your O. s are spread over two successive weeks. You will sit the theory exams in the mornings and the practice in the afternoons. Your practical Astronomy examination will, of course, take place at night. 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Now, I havent heard from Dumbledore lately. she added, peering around the hall as though hopeful he might suddenly emerge from a broom cupboard. No idea where he is, I suppose. None at all, said Umbridge, shooting a malevolent look at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were now dawdling around the foot of the stairs as Ron pretended to do up his shoelace. But I daresay the Ministry of Magic will track him down soon enough. I doubt it, shouted tiny Professor Marchbanks, not if Dumbledore doesnt want to be found. I should know. Examined him personally in Transfiguration and Charms when he did N. Did things with a wand Id never seen before. Yes. well. said Professor Umbridge as Harry, Ron, and Hermione dragged their feet up the marble staircase as slowly as they dared, let me show you more info the staffroom. I daresay youd like a cup of tea after your journey. It was an uncomfortable sort of an evening. 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