Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 532: The exam is coming
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"It's under control, I can't get any information out—" In the library, Sean whispered to Hermione.
He went to find the captured wizards. Obviously, the Imperius Curse and the Memory Curse were cast on the other party at the same time, and the caster was very clever, so he couldn't find any clues.
Not only that, but the other party actually retained a certain degree of self-awareness, which Sean had never seen before—that group of wizards did indeed work for the Returned or the British Ministry of Magic, and they voluntarily had their souls controlled by tampered memories, which made it even more difficult to crack.
This group of guys kept provoking the wizards who went there in Filch's basement. The good-tempered Professor Flitwick almost cast a spell on each of them to make these guys shut up.
But considering various circumstances, at present, the other party can only be locked in an underground prison for strict supervision.
Hearing Sean's voice, Hermione wrote the possible key points of the exam on the parchment, and replied in a low voice, "Then how did they get discovered?"
"I heard from Professor McGonagall that those people have been in the construction team for a long time, but they made a lot of mistakes while working, and then they were noticed."
Hermione frowned when she heard the words: "The Ministry of Magic has been infiltrated long ago. If you want to tamper with the field, why don't you completely replace the construction team with their own people? Wouldn't it be exposed at all?"
It was Stephanie who answered her, and the other party also came to the library this time to help them sort out some materials.
The silver-haired girl pulled her hair by her ears, and said softly, "Even though most of the Ministry of Magic has been infiltrated, the vast majority of ordinary wizards are still unaware—no matter which side it is, disclosing the current situation will only cause confusion, so your thinking will actually be a little bit wrong."
"How?"
Stephanie shook a copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand: "Wizards live and work in peace and contentment. After the prisoner escape from Azkaban last time, there have been no major problems—and the Ministry of Magic has hunted down several absconding dark wizards. Most people still think that the Ministry of Magic is an official organization and is just."
"For the Ministry of Magic, it is impossible and not worthwhile to infiltrate ordinary people. Their purpose is to sing against the public. We are in the center of the vortex. Of course we can see the whole picture of the matter, but we are also easy to ignore. The other party is still in the shadows."
"If they can infiltrate every corner of the wizarding world, then there is no need to engage in these conspiracies and tricks, just open everything and start a war-and don't forget, there are also people from the International Federation of Wizards in the construction team. Mr. Grindelwald will not let the returnees infiltrate into his territory so easily."
Stephanie concluded by summing it up: "They're strong, but not that strong."
Shawn nodded thoughtfully: "It makes sense, after all, they have been acting in secret."
"However," Stephanie said again, "I think the group of captured people still needs to be strictly controlled. As Hermione said, the other party was exposed too quickly, and they were caught as ghosts on the first day of construction. This is not in line with the usual style of returnees. They prefer to lurk in the mud and shadows, and only show up to give the final blow at critical moments."
"This can't be their plan, it's too easy to be discovered." Hermione also said.
Sean nodded: "I reminded Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick that on the one hand, the captured wizards should be strictly controlled, and on the other hand, the construction team should monitor them from time to time."
"I suggest that before the start of the last game, all construction team members clear the field, regardless of whether the opponent is from the International Federation of Wizards or the British Ministry of Magic. At the same time, parents of students who come to watch the game should also be strictly controlled. After all, no matter what, their goal is likely to be related to the last game of the Goblet of Fire." Stephanie added.
"In this way, even if there are interested people mixed in with the crowd, the professors can deal with them relatively easily." Hermione also agreed.
"Well, I'll go and explain to the professors."
"Hey! You guys! This is the library!" Just as he was speaking, Mrs. Pince's scolding sounded.
Several people quickly shut up, but Daisy, who had been silent all this time, added in a low voice at the end: "Since Lockhart was arrested, Mrs. Pince's attitude towards Sean has improved a lot. If it were Harry and Ron, the feather duster would fly over at this time—"
"After all, she was bewitched by Lockhart back then, and it turned out that the other party was a traitor who sneaked into Hogwarts. Mrs. Pince must have felt very ashamed—shhh, if you go on, even if Sean is sitting here, a feather duster will fly over."
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Time is slowly advancing, and the weather is getting better and better. Some naughty students will even jump into the black lake to take a bath at noon when the sun is the brightest. According to Fred and George, this can help them calm down.
They also need to face the last match of the Goblet of Fire and the Advanced Wizard Level Examination at the same time.
However, Hermione refuted their behavior as a prefect, and pointed out sharply that no matter who is nervous, the twin brothers will not be nervous-the two buddies have put all their focus on the Goblet of Fire, and they decided to use the winnings to buy a shop in Diagon Alley, and then open a prank shop of their dreams.
As for the certificate? Go to hell——
Of course, the heartless Wesley twins are special cases. Even though the credibility of the Ministry of Magic has dropped significantly, the fifth and seventh graders who are about to face important exams are extremely nervous.
The castle grounds glistened in the sun as if they had just been painted. The cloudless sky smiles at the reflection in the shimmering lake. The satin-smooth greenery gently undulates in the breeze.
However, the students have no time to enjoy the beautiful scenery.
The teacher no longer assigns them homework, and the class is all used to review the questions that the teacher thinks are most likely to appear in the exam. This kind of fanatical and hard-working atmosphere made the fifth-grade students' minds full of ordinary wizarding level exams, and they hardly cared about other considerations.
The final playing field in the middle of the playground had begun to take shape, but the students had no intention of watching it. Hagrid ran there every day, because Professor McGonagall ordered him to check the progress of the project.
The wizards were still locked in the dungeon, and nothing extra happened during this period of time. Filch tied the key firmly to his waistband. In fact, to open the prison door, he had to use Professor Flitwick's door-opening spell.
The busiest person during this time is not the professors or Sean, but Hermione.
Hermione had to prepare for the exam, and at the same time helped them find information about the Goblet of Fire, and even had to gather people from time to time to analyze what the returnee's plan was--everything was so important to the brown-haired girl.
She muttered to herself a lot of the time, and even, she didn't design clothes for house elves for a few days—she didn't give up her house elf rescue association, but after Sean's persuasion, she never did those things of throwing clothes in the corner of the castle again.
Hermione is now going to make a breakthrough from the inside of the house-elves. As long as she can find a few house-elves who don't like working for wizards, she believes that she can let them go to the clansmen to promote her ideas - what she is designing now is the future guild uniform.
The busyness during this time made her have to temporarily stop this work, but she would still sigh during the rare rest time, feeling that she had failed the expectations of the house-elves.
Sean is not going to make any comments on this. Although Hermione is still unwilling to give up, at least there is no problem with the method. As for the final path of the House-Elf Rescue Association, it depends on God's will.
As the exam is approaching, she is not the only one who behaves strangely. Ernie MacMillan had developed an annoying habit of grilling people about their revisions.
The Mr. Hufflepuff prefect always liked to ask everyone how they studied for their exams at any spare time.
"How much time do you think you study a day?" he asked Harry and Ron as they lined up outside the herbal medicine class, eyes gleam with anxiety.
"I don't know," said Ron, "a few hours."
"More or less than eight hours?"
"Less, I guess," said Ron, looking a little alarmed.
"Eight hours for me," said Ernie triumphantly, "eight to nine hours. I study for an hour every day before breakfast. Eight hours on average. Ten hours on weekends. Nine and a half hours on Mondays. Tuesday's not so good—only seven and a quarter. Wednesday—"
Shawn wanted to laugh, Ernie asked him once before, and Hermione happened to be beside him that time.
He hadn't been near Sean or Hermione since then - of course Ernie was happier torturing a scumbag like Ron.
Fortunately, Ron's torture didn't last long, and Professor Sprout drove them into Greenhouse Three before Ernie had to stop his narration.
"Dude, I can't breathe!" Sean heard Ron and Harry say.
During this time, the black market among the fifth and seventh graders was very prosperous, and the transactions were all things that could make people concentrate, refresh their minds, and keep them awake.
Sean saw Eddie Carmichael, a senior in the same school as him, who was a year older than himself, selling Buffy brain refresher everywhere.
Eddie insisted that he got nine "outstanding" in the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination last summer because of this stuff, and offered to sell only twelve Galleons a pint, which almost tempted many people.
It was still the Gryffindor trio who took the lead, and Harry paid for the potion. Although Neville persuaded him for a long time, he decided to enjoy the trump card from the top students with Ron.
Ron had promised Harry that he would pay back his half as soon as he graduated and got a job, but before they could close the deal, Hermione confiscated the bottle from Carmichael and emptied the contents down the toilet.
"Hey, Hermione! You ruined my exam!" Ron wailed, leaning on the toilet.
Shawn stood at the door of the bathroom with a smile and shook his head: "Please, buddy, this is an ordinary refreshing drink, and you can buy a can in Hogsmeade for only two silver Sickles—if you include the packaging of that bottle of 'brain booster', the total cost is three silver Sickles?"
Ron and Harry froze in place.
"If you study hard, you won't be what you are now." Hermione said with her arms akimbo.
Harry spread his hands helplessly: "Please, Hermione, Ron and I are not you and Sean..."
"Didn't I give you a copy of the notes I gave Sean?!" Hermione became even angrier, "And Neville also helped you, and he also helped you review."
"But we're not that smart—" said Ron cautiously.
"Don't be stupid, you can only get a T if you expect this kind of foreign object, take your notes and review it!" Hermione said in a nasty voice, "Really, you might as well eat some Harold Dingo's dragon claw powder to make do."
"Dingo got dragon claw powder?" Ron said with interest, his eyes lit up.
"It's gone," said Hermione, "and I confiscated it. Actually, none of these things work at all."
"Dragon Claw Powder works!" said Ron, "it's said to be pretty magical, it really lifts your spirits, it's great for a few hours - Hermione, give me some, please, it won't do any harm -"
Shawn blinked: "I was by the side when Hermione confiscated it, and then I took a closer look. If I guessed correctly, it should be dried fox feces. If you are sure you need it, I can go to Professor Scamander and get you a big box."
"Forget it..."
These words made Harry and Ron's desire for brain stimulants greatly weakened, and they could only hug the book with a sigh.
And in a transformation class, they got the timetable and specific requirements of the exam.
"The prefects came here to take away the forms from each college and distribute them," Professor McGonagall said, "Your o.w.l exams will last for two weeks. The theory test in the morning, the practical test in the afternoon, and of course, the practical test of astronomy will be held at night~IndoMTL.com~ After everyone got the forms and specific requirements, Professor McGonagall adjusted his glasses, and his expression suddenly became serious.
"I must also remind you that each exam paper has a particularly severe anti-cheating spell. Auto-answer quills are not allowed in the exam room, as well as memory balls, cheat sheet sleeves, and auto-correction ink. I regret to tell you that every year there seems to be at least one student who thinks he can escape the regulations of the Wizarding Examinations Authority."
"In previous years, I like to add a sentence after that—I hope this student is not from Gryffindor..." When she said this, she glanced at Ron and Harry seriously, and the two brothers immediately sat upright, "But Hogwarts is a whole, and the house is your home, so I don't want anyone, no matter which house they belong to, to have such a problem."
"Cheating will be severely punished! I will personally expel that person from the school."
Professor McGonagall's words made everyone sit upright.
However, the stern witch sighed softly again, and Sean saw the wings of her pointed nose flutter.
"However, you can't stop working hard because of this. What you have to consider is your own future."