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When
Harry
pulled
back
his
sheets
,
he
found
his
invisibility
cloak
folded
neatly
underneath
them
.
There
was
a
note
pinned
to
it
:
Just
in
case
.
In
years
to
come
,
Harry
would
never
quite
remember
how
he
had
managed
to
get
through
his
exams
when
he
half
expected
Voldemort
to
come
bursting
through
the
door
at
any
moment
.
Yet
the
days
crept
by
,
and
there
could
be
no
doubt
that
Fluffy
was
still
alive
and
well
behind
the
locked
door
.
It
was
sweltering
hot
,
especially
in
the
large
classroom
where
they
did
their
written
papers
.
They
had
been
given
special
,
new
quills
for
the
exams
,
which
had
been
bewitched
with
an
Anticheating
spell
.
They
had
practical
exams
as
well
.
Professor
Flitwick
called
them
one
by
one
into
his
class
to
see
if
they
could
make
a
pineapple
tapdance
across
a
desk
.
Professor
McGonagall
watched
them
turn
a
mouse
into
a
snuffbox
--
points
were
given
for
how
pretty
the
snuffbox
was
,
but
taken
away
if
it
had
whiskers
.
Snape
made
them
all
nervous
,
breathing
down
their
necks
while
they
tried
to
remember
how
to
make
a
Forgetfulness
potion
.
Harry
did
the
best
he
could
,
trying
to
ignore
the
stabbing
pains
in
his
forehead
,
which
had
been
bothering
him
ever
since
his
trip
into
the
forest
.
Neville
thought
Harry
had
a
bad
case
of
exam
nerves
because
Harry
could
n't
sleep
,
but
the
truth
was
that
Harry
kept
being
woken
by
his
old
nightmare
,
except
that
it
was
now
worse
than
ever
because
there
was
a
hooded
figure
dripping
blood
in
it
.
Maybe
it
was
because
they
had
n't
seen
what
Harry
had
seen
in
the
forest
,
or
because
they
did
n't
have
scars
burning
on
their
foreheads
,
but
Ron
and
Hermione
did
n't
seem
as
worried
about
the
Stone
as
Harry
.
The
idea
of
Voldemort
certainly
scared
them
,
but
he
did
n't
keep
visiting
them
in
dreams
,
and
they
were
so
busy
with
their
studying
they
did
n't
have
much
time
to
fret
about
what
Snape
or
anyone
else
might
be
up
to
.
Their
very
last
exam
was
History
of
Magic
.
One
hour
of
answering
questions
about
batty
old
wizards
who
'd
invented
selfstirring
cauldrons
and
they
'd
be
free
,
free
for
a
whole
wonderful
week
until
their
exam
results
came
out
.
When
the
ghost
of
Professor
Binns
told
them
to
put
down
their
quills
and
roll
up
their
parchment
,
Harry
could
n't
help
cheering
with
the
rest
.
"
That
was
far
easier
than
I
thought
it
would
be
,
"
said
Hermione
as
they
joined
the
crowds
flocking
out
onto
the
sunny
grounds
.
"
I
need
n't
have
learned
about
the
1637
Werewolf
Code
of
Conduct
or
the
uprising
of
Elfric
the
Eager
.
"
Hermione
always
liked
to
go
through
their
exam
papers
afterward
,
but
Ron
said
this
made
him
feel
ill
,
so
they
wandered
down
to
the
lake
and
flopped
under
a
tree
.
The
Weasley
twins
and
Lee
Jordan
were
tickling
the
tentacles
of
a
giant
squid
,
which
was
basking
in
the
warm
shallows
.
"
No
more
studying
,
"
Ron
sighed
happily
,
stretching
out
on
the
grass
.
"
You
could
look
more
cheerful
,
Harry
,
we
've
got
a
week
before
we
find
out
how
badly
we
've
done
,
there
's
no
need
to
worry
yet
.
"
