Chapter 767: Deal with the Goblins
"The perfect Invigoration Draught. At least, I can’t find anything wrong with it."
When Professor Marchbanks made this declaration in the dungeons of Hogwarts, it signaled the end of the seventh-year students’ N.E.W.T. exams.
As the crisp chime of the bell rang out, Kyle left the classroom with the others, descending the stairs to the foyer.
The exams were over, and the students’ reactions varied. Some were overjoyed, eagerly anticipating graduation. But for many, there was a deep reluctance to leave Hogwarts behind.
For years, they had looked forward to the holidays. Now, for the first time, they wished time would slow down, just a little longer.
The castle, once so familiar it had become mundane, suddenly felt new again. Every corridor, every painting, even the worn handrails along the staircases seemed oddly fascinating. It was as if they were seeing Hogwarts through fresh eyes, as they had seven years ago—filled with wonder and curiosity.
This feeling was something younger students couldn’t quite understand.
A few ghosts hovered nearby, watching the students laugh and cry, their expressions betraying an amused familiarity.
It was the same every year. They had long since grown used to it.
"Here we go again, all the weeping and wailing. I really don’t understand what they see in this crumbling old castle," said Nearly Headless Nick, shaking his head. He turned to the Fat Friar and asked, "By the way, when is he due? He should be here soon."
"Judging by the timing... just about now," replied the Fat Friar. "Oh... here he comes."