บท 158: Time Skip cause the chapters are boring and I want to hurry up and move on to the fourth book
Time went by really quick after Harry and Ron sorta made up with Arth and Hermione. Harry ended up winning the Final Gryffindor Quidditch match allowing for Gryffindor to take the lead on the race for the house cup.
Arth was still working on his idea on what to do with Ron all the while receiving reports from both his dementors and the Ravenclaw students.
He had to say, the Ravenclaws were very impressive.
He found it very enjoyable to speak with intellectual beings who actually understood his point. Hermione was smart however she was sometimes a bit... headstrong.
Exams were nearly upon them and Arth finally regretted taking so many classes. His schedules started to look a lot more like this.
6 am: go swim in the lake
8 am: go eat breakfast
9 - 5 pm: take classes
6 pm: eat dinner
7 pm: work on homework
9 pm: review for the exams
11 pm: read books
1 am: double check any thing he might of missed on the homework and reviewing
3 am: sleep
Both him and Hermione needed to spin the time turners multiple times a day in order to get barely enough sleep.
"Have either of you seen my copy of Numerology and Gramatica?" Asked Hermione during one of the evenings.
"Oh, yeah, I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading," said Ron, but very quietly.
Hermione started shifting heaps of parchment around on her table, looking for the book. Just then, there was a rustle at the window and Hedwig fluttered through it, a note clutched tight in her beak.
"It's from Hagrid," said Harry, ripping the note open. "Buckbeak's appeal — it's set for the sixth."
"That's the day we finish our exams," said Hermione, still looking everywhere for her Arithmancy book.
"And they're coming up here to do it," said Harry, still reading from the letter. "Someone from the Ministry of Magic and — and an executioner."
Hermione looked up, startled.
"They're bringing the executioner to the appeal! But that sounds as though they've already decided!"
"Yeah, it does," said Harry slowly.
"They can't!" Ron howled. "I've spent ages reading up on stuff for him; they can't just ignore it all!"
Arth gave a sly grin.
"It will be fine, trust me. I got a plan."
Exam week began and an unnatural hush fell over the castle. The third years emerged from Transfiguration at lunchtime on Monday, limp and ashen-faced, comparing results and bemoaning the difficulty of the tasks they had been set, which had included turning a teapot into a tortoise.
Hermione irritated the rest by fussing about how her tortoise had looked more like a turtle, which was the least of everyone else's worries.
"Mine still had a spout for a tail, what a nightmare..."
"Were the tortoises supposed to breathe steam?"
"It still had a willow-patterned shell, d'you think that'll count against me?"
Arth was satisfied with his tortoise, except that the tortoise had a very fond passion for his robes.
Then, after a hasty lunch, it was straight back upstairs for the Charms exam, which was on Cheering Charms. Arth performed it perfectly well causing Hermione to fall into a perfect fit of giggles.
Of course, Arthur felt as though he had passed the other two exams he had to take with flying colors, although Hermione was stressed all day due to her needlessly worrying.
After dinner, the students hurried back to their common rooms, not to relax, but to start studying for Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, and Astronomy.
Hagrid presided over the Care of Magical Creatures exam the following morning with a very preoccupied air indeed; his heart didn't seem to be in it at all. He had provided a large tub of fresh flobberworms for the class, and told them that to pass the test, their flobberworms had to still be alive at the end of one hour.
As flobberworms flourished best if left to their own devices, it was the easiest exam any of them had ever taken, and also gave them plenty of opportunity to speak to Hagrid.
"Beaky's gettin' a bit depressed," Hagrid told them, bending low on the pretense of checking that Harry's flobberworm was still alive. "Bin cooped up too long. But still... we'll know day after tomorrow — one way or the other —"
They had Potions that afternoon, which was a success. Snape, Who was standing watch with an air of displeasure, scribbled something that looked suspiciously like a full mark onto his notes before moving away.
Then came Astronomy at midnight, up on the tallest tower; History of Magic on Wednesday morning, in which Arth scribbled everything he knew which ended up to be about thirty feet long.
Wednesday afternoon meant Herbology, in the greenhouses under a baking-hot sun; then back to the common room once more, with sunburnt necks, thinking longingly of this time next day, when it would all be over.
Their second to last exam, on Thursday morning, was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Lupin had compiled the most unusual exam any of them had ever taken; a sort of obstacle course outside in the sun, where they had to wade across a deep paddling pool containing a grindylow, cross a series of potholes full of Red Caps, squish their way across a patch of marsh while ignoring misleading directions from a hinkypunk, then climb into an old trunk and battle with a new boggart.
Arth decided it was best to finish off the Boggart before it had a chance to manifest. In the end, the cabinet where the Boggart was placed was completely obliterated and Professor Lupin had to scourge the castle for another boggart.
They walked out of the school and onto the grounds where they saw a familiar face.
Cornelius Fudge, sweating slightly in his pinstriped cloak, was standing there staring out at the grounds. He started at the sight of Harry.
"Hello there, Harry!" he said. "Just had an exam, I expect? Nearly finished?"
"Yes," said Harry.
Hermione and Ron, not being on speaking terms with the Minister of Magic, hovered awkwardly in the background.
Although Arth was on speaking terms with Fudge, he was just ignored like usual.
"Lovely day," said Fudge, casting an eye over the lake. "Pity... pity..."
He sighed deeply and looked down at Harry.
"I'm here on an unpleasant mission, Harry. The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures required a witness to the execution of a mad hippogriff. As I needed to visit Hogwarts to check on the Black situation, I was asked to step in."
"Does that mean the appeal's already happened?" Ron interrupted, stepping forward.
"No, no, it's scheduled for this afternoon," said Fudge, looking curiously at Ron.
"Then you might not have to witness an execution at all!" said Ron stoutly. "The hippogriff might get off!"
Before Fudge could answer, two wizards came through the castle doors behind him.
One was so ancient he appeared to be withering before their very eyes; the other was tall and strapping, with a thin black mustache. Arth gathered that they were representatives of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, because the very old wizard squinted toward Hagrid's cabin and said in a feeble voice, "Dear, dear, I'm getting too old for this... Two o'clock, isn't it, Fudge?"
Arth narrowed his eyes. So these were his "enemies".
The black-mustached man was fingering something in his belt; Arth looked and saw that he was running one broad thumb along the blade of a shining axe. Ron opened his mouth to say something, but Hermione nudged him hard in the ribs and jerked her head toward the entrance hall.
Why'd you stop me?" said Ron angrily as they entered the Great Hall for lunch. "Did you see them? They've even got the axe ready! This isn't justice!"
"Ron, your dad works for the Ministry, you can't go saying things like that to his boss!" said Hermione, but she too looked very upset. "As long as Hagrid keeps his head this time, and argues his case properly, they can't possibly execute Buckbeak..."
Arth gave a grin as well.
"Plus, my master plan is foolproof."
"What even is your master plan Arth?" Asked Hermione with an annoyed look. "You've been going off about it forever however you never tell us anything about it."
"You'll see." Said Arth with a smile.
But Arth could tell Hermione didn't really believe that Arth's master plan would work.
All around them, people were talking excitedly as they ate their lunch, happily anticipating the end of the exams that afternoon, but Arth, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, lost in worry about Hagrid and Buckbeak, didn't join in.
Arth's, Harry's, and Ron's last exam was Divination; Hermione's, Muggle Studies. They walked up the marble staircase together; Hermione left them on the first floor and they proceeded all the way up to the seventh, where many of their class were sitting on the spiral staircase to Professor Trelawney's classroom, trying to cram in a bit of last minute studying.
"She's seeing us all separately," Neville informed them as they went to sit down next to him. He had his copy of Unfogging the Future open on his lap at the pages devoted to crystal gazing. "Have either of you ever seen anything in a crystal ball?" he asked them unhappily.
"Nope," said Ron in an offhand voice. He kept checking his watch; Harry knew that he was counting down the time until Buckbeak's appeal started.
The line of people outside the classroom shortened very slowly. As each person climbed back down the silver ladder, the rest of the class hissed, "What did she ask? Was it okay?"
But they all refused to say.
"She says the crystal ball's told her that if I tell you, I'll have a horrible accident!" squeaked Neville as he clambered back down the ladder toward Arth, Harry, and Ron, who had now reached the landing.
"That's convenient," snorted Ron. "You know, I'm starting to think Hermione was right about her" — he jabbed his thumb toward the trapdoor overhead — "she's a right old fraud."
Arth made a face.
"I wouldn't say that she is a fraud, just slightly inaccurate."
"Oh shut it Arth, you are also a frauds."
"Ok."
"..."
"..."
Ron and Arth will still very awkward when speaking with each other.
"Arthur Kingscrown." said the familiar, misty voice from over their heads.
Arth went up the ladder and looked into the crystal ball and told Professor Trelawney the opposite of what he saw. That Professor Trelawney wasn't going to die a horrible death during the summer.
Arth was slightly disappointed and sad. He really did enjoy divination class but now his teacher was going to die. What a sad day.
After finishing the exam, Arth made his way to Hermione, snagged the Time turner, and turned back time.
He then went ahead and took out a black suit and a pair of glasses and put them on.
He then grabbed a briefcase with all of his papers he wrote on the defense of Buckbeak and headed down to Hagrid's.
It was time... for Lawyer Arth to make his entrance.
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