Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 239: Finally finished the exam!

"I said Wright knows almost everything, but he never tells us how much he knows." On the way to the castle, Ron complained, "Look, last time It's a three-headed **** dog with a full castle height. This time it is an eight-eyed giant spider as big as a carriage. I want to see what it will be next time!"

"Stop complaining, Ron." Harry said, "Anyway, we can break out of the forbidden forest this time, don't we rely on the alchemy props provided by Wright?"

"Let's go to Dumbledore's office!" Hermione faintly speeded up, "I still have a bunch of textbooks to review!"

"Review?" Ron stopped abruptly, standing still screaming, "I forgot! We actually have to take an exam this year!" "I asked Professor McGonagall and she said this year's The difficulty of the exam is a little bit harder than in previous years, so we, no! You, must review it carefully." Hermione said sternly, "I don’t want to see you continue in the second grade after I have been in the third grade. Reading!"

It's not just Ron, Harry has never thought about seriously reviewing the upcoming final exam. In fact, he can hardly think of what he has learned this semester, nor can he think of what knowledge he has in his mind that can be used to cope with the exam.

Harry originally wanted to ask Chang Chu what she took the final exam last year, or if she had any knowledge points that she had to memorize. Looking at the expression at the beginning of this time, you know that the female knight who used to show great power in the forbidden forest is also at a loss. To be honest, Chang Chu didn't know what she had learned this year.

At the end of October last year, I went to a death party. After that, all my attention was caught by the secret room. In November and December, two full months were spent in the process of making the compound decoction. Later, in order to become a cat girl, Hermione soaked in the school infirmary for nearly two months. Even in the rest of his free time, I have to focus most of my mind on Quidditch training, even though the Ravenclaw team has already been defeated by the Slytherin team.

It’s okay if you were in the second grade, but you often took two additional courses after the third grade. The practice of protecting the magical creature class is not difficult, but the content of the ancient magic text is complicated and complicated. It is estimated that it is very difficult to pass a lot of time for review.

Are I about to repeat the third grade? With such anxious feelings, Chang Chu, together with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, once again walked into the principal's room on the eighth floor of the castle.

...Wright didn’t know what they were instilled by Dumbledore in the principal’s room at the beginning of the year, or how nervous and interesting the four-person group went to the secret room, let alone Myrtle. Harry said the noble words of "If you die, you are welcome to use this toilet with me".

All his thoughts are left in a storm that is about to come in the not-too-distant future.

Even the remaining steps of Animagus, Wright has memorized thoroughly, and can even memorize it backwards:

After the storm comes, when lightning strikes the sky, immediately rush to the place where the crystal vial is buried. If all the previous steps are completed correctly, the original black potion will turn blood red. Lust potion.

Immediately set off to a wide and safe place, point the tip of the wand to the heart, read "Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus" again, and drink the potion .

If nothing happens, the Animagus transformation can be successfully completed.

The problem is that things always fail.

The weather in May is really great!

Wright looked at the clear blue sky like a mirror, silent for a moment.

"Wright, can you tell me again about the steps that a rat turns into a snuff box?" Velita's words broke the tranquility of this small world.

Wright came back to his senses and smiled mildly at Velita: "No problem! In fact, last year's first grade metamorphosis final exam was about turning mice into snuff bottles, but I think Professor McGonagall is sure The content of the previous exam will not be repeated, otherwise it will not be brought out."

Velita nodded gently.

"But anyway, there is so much content in the first grade exam. Even if you can't test how to turn a mouse into a snuff bottle, at least it has an analogous effect." Wright said, "Velita, you can Come on!"

……

The next day.

The two hourglasses representing Gryffindor and Ravenclaw in the hall, rose by two percent and one hundred points respectively. Just when the students were wondering what was going on, a group of lion cubs who couldn't hide the secret vented Harry and the others.

For a while, everyone knew that the secret room was only a test of the principal Dumbledore. They also knew that the heir of the secret room was controlled by Dumbledore early, and even the monster in the secret room was also controlled by Deng. Blido was overwhelmed.

Except for the fact that Slytherin College doesn't believe this thing very much, the other three colleges believe that this statement is completely tenable and very convincing.

Just as Dumbledore’s reputation was once again consolidated~IndoMTL.com~The heat about the secret room in the castle was almost completely dissipated.

The rest of the summer semester was spent in a dazzling golden sun.

Hogwarts is back to normal. The students no longer talk about the illusory secret room legends every day, and return to their studies; and the professors finally breathed a sigh of relief. Because they can no longer focus on vigilance, but focus on giving students questions.

If it weren’t for Professor McGonagall’s announcement that the mandela grass could finally be harvested when it was only three days before the final exam, I believe everyone would just focus on the exam.

But even so, petrified cats such as Felicia, Mrs. Loris, Colin Crevy, Justin Finley, almost headless Nick, Percy and Penello, etc. When the /person/ghost appeared in front of everyone, the cheers in the castle almost overturned the floor.

The final exam came as scheduled and ended quickly.

When the students finally breathed a sigh of relief from the weight of the exam and decided to enjoy the last Quidditch match of this semester, they were disappointed by a sudden storm.

Mrs. Hooch looked at the gloomy sky, and the purple thunder that flashed from time to time told her that the game must be terminated.

So she blew the whistle, calling for the members of the Gryffindor and Slytherins to come down from the sky and postpone the game until tomorrow.

Even Professor McGonagall, who likes Quidditch sports the most, can’t say anything to refuse at this time. She doesn’t want to put the lives of her students in Thunder Cloud just because of a Quidditch Cup. In the storm.

Furthermore, Professor McGonagall also has another matter to deal with.