Harry was cheerful all the way back, as if he'd taken Euphoria Potion.
It turned out Little Sirius was indeed a master at flirting; this guy had both the stats and the skills.
When someone can become a stats monster, it's already terrifying, let alone having considerable skills…
Otherwise, why wouldn't Mrs. Black be worried about her son passing on the Black family legacy?
Godfather is still Godfather, Harry secretly gave Little Sirius a thumbs up in his heart.
Despite Cassandra stomping on Harry's foot when they left, overall, it was quite good.
Back in the dormitory, Ron shivered at the odd smile on Harry's face.
"What did you do, mate?"
"Oh, nothing," Harry replied absentmindedly, his mind still on the recent dalliance.
"Then why are you smiling like…" Ron searched for a while and finally settled on the less offensive term: 'like a rascal.'
"You'll understand later, Ron," Harry glanced at Ron. "Get some sleep, I mean… it's already late and if we don't sleep now, we'll be late tomorrow morning!"
"Alright."
Seeing Harry didn't want to talk, Ron didn't press further.
"Where are Seamus and Neville?" Harry asked from his bed, seeing the two empty bunks.
"They went out, seems like they're practicing a few small spells that Professor Lupin taught them," Ron replied. "Though Professor Lupin specifically warned us not to let Professor Snape catch us using these spells… I wanted to go too, but then I figured, if Snape catches us, I'd be screwed…"
I tell you, Ron had quite the awareness of his own tendency to attract Snape's attention…
It's easy to imagine that these spells Lupin taught them were the ones the Marauders once experimented on Snape with.
Whether harmless or not is unknown, but Snape claimed his power is seven times that of the Marauders, so Little Sirius speculated that if he didn't like it, he'd walk away.
"You've thought this through quite well, Ron." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder, "I wouldn't be surprised if you said something bad about Professor Snape now that he'd appear right behind you."
"Hahaha…" Ron laughed, hands on his hips. "No way, this is the Gryffindor dormitory, even if it's Professor Snape, there's no way he'd suddenly appear behind me, right?"
Harry stared at him.
"Wanna try?"
Who would have thought Ron decisively shook his head and refused.
"I won't try."
Joking aside, testing that could be a shortcut to death…
Harry laughed, having seen through Ron's insecurity.
"Go to sleep." He said, "We have Magic Potion class tomorrow, maybe while he's brewing potions in the classroom, you could say something bad about him somewhere else—it's a good suggestion, Ron, you should try it."
Ron laughed twice through gritted teeth, choosing to refuse simply and decisively.
He wasn't willing to gamble on whether Snape might suddenly appear behind him to take points off.
The second semester of third year wasn't too intense with courses, as it's the fifth year when O.W.L.s exams take place.
The so-called O.W.L.s exams are Ordinary Wizarding Level, abbreviated by initials, meaning the Ordinary Wizarding Level examination.
This exam is a subject division exam for fifth-year students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, run by the Wizard Examination Administration Bureau.
Compulsory subjects include Defense Against the Dark Arts, Magic Potion, Transformation Spell, History of Magic, Magic Spell, Astronomy, and Herbology. Electives include Ancient Demon Language, Divination, Protecting Magical Creatures, Arithmetic Divination, and Muggle Studies.
In the third year, young wizards must choose at least two elective courses.
Not everyone was a study expert like Hermione, who chose nearly all the electives; Harry only chose Divination and Protecting Magical Creatures, and sometimes he wouldn't attend class.
The more popular aspect of Professor Trelawney was that she didn't care much whether the young wizards who chose her class actually attended, which often led to a lack of attendance in third-year Divination classes.
O.W.L.s, according to Vivi's explanation, are based on the British secondary education system from the Muggle world. It's the students' final written exam. If passed, the school awards the student various titles for each subject.
Harry, listening, was mostly baffled, but he caught the key point of her words.
This exam was imported from the Muggle world.
Looks like the wizard world isn't entirely closed off, and there are exchanges with the outside world too.
However, it wasn't relevant to him for the time being; the ones who needed to stress over this exam were Cedric and Megan.
Neither of them participated in Dueling House activities recently. They were sitting in the hall every day, scratching their heads, trying to cram their brains with knowledge.
But it turns out, the knowledge wasn't quite sticking.
Cedric was better off, he was quite an academic as well, so he had O.W.L.s in the bag.
But Megan was different; she wasn't particularly good at academics…
Occasionally, Harry would ask Cassandra out, under the guise of replenishing magic power.
After each session of replenishing magic power, Harry would discuss the progress with Little Sirius, and Little Sirius would give him advice.