A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 594: Before the exam
Latest URL: Coming out of classroom No. 7, Hermione kept chattering non-stop.
"I didn't expect it at all! It's much better than I imagined. I thought it was all kinds of actual combat, such as throwing you into the forbidden forest and letting a group of weird animals chase you... I mean, It's not bad, but I'd rather have a period of quiet and efficient thinking—"
"Who said it wasn't?" Ron snapped. . .
Both he and Harry were drenched in sweat and their hair was askew, as though they'd just been through a tough Quidditch session.
Hermione didn't understand the meaning of the words, she was still excitedly sharing her feelings: "You can talk directly to the room and let it help you according to your ideas-that's what I do, you know ? I have always had a dream to be able to read more than a dozen books at the same time. Of course they are all connected, maybe different interpretations of the same magic... I can use them for mutual reference, and it really helped me realize it!"
"The best part is that there's a drink that pops up here every half hour - I found out later - and you can choose between tea, hot cocoa and pumpkin juice, all ghost food. Nothing bad."
Harry and Ron glanced at each other. They didn't get hot tea to drink, but a group of rotating dishes followed, forcing them to perform Transfiguration. Harry swore he didn't want to touch mushrooms for another week.
"I heard that there is also a classroom mode, which is similar to the classroom situation, where a group of students study together." Harry changed the subject.
"Yes," Hermione tried to recall, "I seem to have seen it too, so I can give it a try."
The next two weeks flew by quickly, and as June approached, fifth and seventh graders put all their energy into reviewing, professors stopped assigning homework and studied for exams in class topics that may arise. The students are dizzy every day, and there is not enough time in class. They can only write down the knowledge points desperately, and then either spend the whole night in the library memorizing materials, or appear in classroom No. 7 to practice spellcasting.
During this time, Hermione also fulfilled her promise, demonstrating to some students the methods of brewing the most difficult potions in the exam. The students onlookers were from all four colleges, but they could basically be classified into two categories: the members of the frontline lookout station and their friends, and a dozen or so students from Slytherin.
The former made great efforts to simplify the potion process, while the latter—well, paid a lot of precious potion materials.
"I didn't see Goyle and Crabbe." After the demonstration was over, Hermione said softly, looking at Draco Malfoy's leaving back.
"It's not just the two of them," Fred leaned over and said, "Now everyone who has relatives with Death Eaters is trying to distance themselves, but those few immediate family members who are Death Eaters are miserable, very unpopular." See you."
Harry suddenly remembered reading in the newspapers a few weeks ago that Crabbe and Goyle's father had been sentenced to life imprisonment by the Wizengamot.
"What about Malfoy? Isn't his dad undercover?" Ron asked.
"His? Not so bad," Fred said casually. "It was true that he was somewhat neglected at first, but there are many smart people in Slytherin, and soon someone joined him," he added, "It's also true." Maybe their parents are smart enough."
"Of course there were people who were hostile to him, the ones—" said George.
"People whose immediate family members are Death Eaters," Harry said firmly.
"That's right." George winked at him. "There are gains and losses. Fair enough, isn't it?"
Harry was relieved, he was worried that the Slytherins would cause trouble, and he even wanted to ask a professor to come over - of course not Snape, but Sirius. But Sirius was too busy, he complained privately to Harry, that Dumbledore seemed to know that he would not be teaching for the next school year, so he was able to assign tasks vigorously.
In order to motivate the students, Sirius also made a bet with them: if anyone can get 'excellent' in the wizard level examination, he will give these students his experience in learning Animagus as a gift.
"Think about it, although Professor McGonagall also understands this knowledge, she will not pass it on easily. As far as I know, this is the treatment only for the best members of the Transfiguration Club." He said carelessly, " Want it? Come back with an 'excellent'."
"Professor Black, will you continue teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts next year?" a student asked expectantly.
Sirius shook his head, "Only this year." Seeing the disappointed expression on the students' faces, he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I keep what I say, and the knowledge is in the hands of Professor Haipu..."
'Professor Haipu' didn't know about this until the third day. He basically stayed in the depths of No. Classroom No. 1 is a perfect match, and coupled with the continuous emotions aroused by the students because of the exam, his research progress is extremely fast.
"When did you give me information on Animagus?"
One day at the dinner table, Felix blocked Sirius and asked in a bad tone. He belatedly discovered that the news about "Professor Blake entrusting knowledge to Professor Haipu" had spread throughout the school.
"Am I wrong?" Sirius said disdainfully: "The Black family's collection of books has been stuffed into your stomach. Animagus is just an inconspicuous one, oh - no wonder you don't remember. "
Felix shut up obediently.
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After the lights were turned off, Harry sat on the window sill of the dormitory and looked at the stars outside the window. He suddenly realized that he had won the Quidditch Cup two days ago. This should have been something to celebrate, but Gryffin Too many players—except for Katie Bell, who didn't have to take the exam, the other six people just showed up at the celebration party and then turned to deal with Fred's "stalking goblins".
After entering June, the shadow of the exam is getting closer.
There is more than one student who suffers from exam syndrome. When it is small, you will breathe a sigh of relief, otherwise you will be nervous.
Hermione didn't give up much, and she was particularly outstanding in two aspects. She single-handedly thwarted the thriving black market transactions of little wizards, whether it was the poorly packaged and inferior Buffy brain-boosting potion, or the dried feces of foxes disguised as dragon claw powder, or all kinds of substandard products from students. The euphoria potion, the dream potion... were all confiscated and poured down the toilet;
Another point is that she has developed a habit of looking at people with empty eyes, which usually happens when she, Harry, and Ron are on the way to class, or when they are eating. At the same time, it was accompanied by symptoms such as chanting words in the mouth and constantly poking the air with fingers.
"You're not Luna in disguise, are you?" Harry looked at Hermione suspiciously.
"What? Of course not!" Hermione said impatiently, "I'm just reading in my head."
In the last class before the exam, Felix explained the precautions to the students.
"The ancient rune test is scheduled for Friday, with a written test in the morning and a practical test in the afternoon." Felix said, "I personally participated in the practice test, and all the questions are within the scope of review, so you can put your heart on it." In the stomach."
"In addition, I think you should know that cheating is prohibited in the exam."
The faces of the students under the podium were tense, and Felix was not sure what they really thought, unless he used Legilimency.
"The examiners are very experienced, and they can easily see through all cheating methods. It may be a bit abstract to say this, for example--Professor Geselda Marchban, the chief examiner, she presided over Principal Dumbledore's when she was young s exam, which means the exam that means a lot to you, she has supervised it almost a hundred times."
Harry breathed in lightly, he had never thought about the problem from this angle. He looked around, and the other people had almost the same expression. Professor Haipu used an example that couldn't be more real to tell them how difficult it is to cheat.
"...such as automatic answering quills, memory balls, detachable entrainment cuffs and automatic error-correcting ink, various potions...these are all banned, I spent two days in the Wizarding Examinations Authority, please believe , Thinking about anti-cheating magic is their ordinary daily life, I saw all kinds of weird gadgets in those two days, it was amazing..."
"My personal suggestion is to ask Madam Pomfrey for some dream potion, get enough sleep, and chew two mint leaves to refresh yourself before entering the examination room. Yes, mint leaves are allowed."
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During breakfast on Sunday, Seamo stumbled into the auditorium and shouted, "The examiner is here!" People stepped forward to comfort her.
Harry looked at the girl who suddenly became hysterical with one eye, and stared at the door of the auditorium with the other eye, trying to catch the figures of the examiners, and almost sent food up his nose. Just as he bowed his head and coughed, he heard the sound of inhaling from the left and right sides. He raised his head suddenly and saw Dumbledore passing by the door with an old woman on his arm.
"It's Professor March!" Hermione's tone seemed abnormal.
"I heard that she and Neville's grandmother are good friends, do you think we can—" Ron said hopefully, and then he saw the stiff expression on Neville's face, and sighed, "Oh , it doesn't seem to work."
The other side——
"Dumbledore?" Professor Marchban said loudly to the side, and behind her and Dumbledore were the silent Professor McGonagall and Snape, "Dorothea told me you haven't been there Do a check—"
"There is an excellent school doctor at the school," Dumbledore said calmly, "she can easily solve my headaches."
On the last night before the exam, Harry tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
He felt that his thoughts were particularly active tonight. He thought of Sirius' encouragement to him during the day, the taste of holding the Quidditch trophy that he had never tasted carefully, and he even thought of Voldemort. Not appearing in his dreams anymore, it seems that Professor Happe and Headmaster Dumbledore were right in their guess - Voldemort used Occlumency on him.
That's why his scar has never hurt.
Harry got up from the bed, groped in the dark for a while, and finally managed to find a small bottle of Dream Potion in the Christmas stocking that Dobby had given him. He unscrewed the cap and took a sip.
"Give me a drink too, Harry," said Ron abruptly.
Harry handed the open glass bottle to Ron, their hands collided in the air, and the bottle was transferred smoothly. Then there was the sound of a swallow, and Ron smacked his lips contentedly. At this time, another voice came from beside him——
"Any more?" Neville asked in a low voice. He didn't fall asleep either.
"There are quite a few." Ron said, just as he finished speaking, Seamus and Dean's voices came from different parts of the dormitory, "Great! Please share with me—" "Um...thank you ?”
The bottle spun around and was empty when it came back to Harry.
Drowsiness hit, Harry put the bottle on the bedside table indiscriminately, took off his glasses and lay down on the pillow, "Should we set an alarm clock?" He asked vaguely.
"What?"
"I said - ha - ah -" Harry yawned profusely and fell asleep.
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At the same time, Bellatrix woke up from the coffin, she sat up dazedly, her hands were still firmly grasping the golden cup.
Voldemort was very pleased with her attitude.
Bellatrix bowed her head respectfully, the inexplicable enthusiasm appeared on her face again.
"Click, click."
Bellatrix shook her jerky neck. She seemed to have been in a deep sleep for a long time. When she crawled out of the coffin, she couldn't control her hands and feet. Just as she was about to fall to the ground, Voldemort flicked her fingers lazily. She was immediately straightened by an invisible force.
"Thank you, master. I, I—" Bellatrix stared at her hands, which seemed to have lost the appearance that normal skin should have, and became wrinkled and pale, like covered skin. There were some kind of fine scales on it, her eyes widened, and she touched her face in a panic.
There was another piercing scream.
"Don't worry, my dear Bella, this is only temporary." Voldemort looked at his 'work' with satisfaction, "Your body has undergone some minor changes in sleep, and it will take time to recover." He pulled holding Bellatrix's hand.
With the help of Voldemort, Bellatrix staggered out of the coffin. Surrounded by a gloomy cemetery, dilapidated, the weeds made a rustling sound, and the wind seemed to be able to blow into her skin. a shudder.
A few minutes later, Bellatrix moved a little behind Voldemort.
"During the time you fell asleep, a huge change took place outside."
"The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, under the identification of two traitors, have shocked my loyal believers to pieces... Bella, you are one of the few people who are still loyal to me."
"Lord, master!" Bellatrix said gratefully, "Thank you for your generosity, for not caring about my sister and brother-in-law—" Voldemort's eyes cast two dangerous red lights, and she snapped shut Mouth, the air fell into dead silence.
After a while——
"Don't care?" Voldemort asked softly, Bellatrix lowered her head, and Voldemort walked up and down in front of her, "What makes you think I will forgive others' betrayal? Lucius... Searle Wen... Maybe there are other people, the intelligence of the Ministry of Magic is closed to me, I am like a blind man now, I can only learn about the trial process from the newspaper."
"I don't know when, my name doesn't seem to be as useful as before. Do you know what is being discussed in the newspaper?" Voldemort asked, and he said to himself before Bellatrix could answer. : "Dumbledore, Hap, Potter, and even that woman... Amelia Bones."
The wind is cold and bleak.
"They are discussing the Dark Lord's nemesis, more than one!" Voldemort raised the volume, Bellatrix's body shook, as if being whipped in the face, she knelt on the ground, Voldemort turned a blind eye to this, with an evil expression twisted at the corner of his mouth, "In the eyes of these people, I seem to be just a clown."
"Master, you are the supreme Dark Lord." Bellatrix sobbed, as if sad that this honor was diminished, "Things are not so bad—"
Voldemort sneered twice.
"Of course things are not that bad." He said indifferently: "But it is also at a critical moment, the duel between me and old man Dumbledore is coming, and what I am most worried about is that Felix Heap will disrupt the situation—"
"Is this a trap?" Bellatrix asked holding her breath ~IndoMTL.com~ No, Dumbledore dare not lie to me, he cannot afford the price. "Voldemort said in a cold tone, and Bellatrix fully understood the blood and cruelty in these words.
"The location of our duel is a secret, I will also set up warning magic around..."
"I'm worried about something else—he's going to find you."
"Me?" Bellatrix said, both surprised and excited.
Voldemort stared at her pale face, making Bellatrix nervous, and she became more cautious and respectful.
"Bella," Voldemort said softly, "You have always been loyal to me, and now it is time for me to repay you." He took Bellatrix's hand, and gently hooked his long, pale fingers , picked up the golden cup in her hand, and looked at it carefully for a moment.
"I will share with you the secret of my immortality."
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