Chapter 578 OWLs Exam

"Who would have thought that after Voldemort disappeared, Bella would still be obsessed with reviving the pure-blood ideal." Minerva stared at Dumbledore's face, which was as old as hers... or rather young, with curiosity flashing in her eyes: "That one Magic wand, is it solved?"

A complicated light flashed in Dumbledore's blue eyes. He thought for a moment and said in a firm tone: "It has been dismantled and it will never appear again."

In fact, the wand is still in Mr. Ollivander's wand shop.

Dumbledore once discussed this matter with Garrick and explained the dangers of the laurel wand.

However, Ollivander insists that it was lent to him by another guest. Never damage anything without the other party's consent.

Seeing Ollivander's persistence, Dumbledore had no choice but to give in temporarily. He originally wanted to talk to the wand's real owner, but Ollivander refused to reveal the other person's name.

The positioning magic he secretly left showed that the wand had not moved and was still in Ollivander's hand.

It seems that the other party doesn't know...or doesn't value the laurel wand's ability to balance life force.

The two chatted some more about school matters, and the topic inevitably turned to the Potions Master: Severus Snape.

"Snape seems to be unable to accept the reality that 'Lily' is Petunia." Dumbledore said in a distressed tone, "He is now staying at home in Spider-End Lane and refuses to meet anyone."

"During this time, I have to trouble you to look after the Slytherin students."

"As for Harry and Neville, I suggest you give them extra tutoring. Their fates may be more inextricably linked than we think."

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but frown, and she hurriedly asked: "Albus, was there an accident?"

"Tom may be dead, but I can't be sure." Albus's eyes became deep and worried, "However, the soul fragments in Harry Potter's scars have not been removed yet."

Professor McGonagall whispered: "Tom, is he really dead?"

"However, there is good news. Petunia is still alive. Her existence allows the protective spell in Harry's body to continue to be effective. At least until Harry reaches adulthood, we don't have to worry about Tom reborn from Harry's body."

"If something unexpected happens, Neville will become the child of the prophecy. He will personally..." Dumbledore's tone became a little painful, "Kill Harry Potter personally."

Professor McGonagall looked shocked. She did not expect that the prophecy would deteriorate to this extent.

"No, Albus! As long as I am alive, I will never allow this to happen! Both boys have lost so much, and we cannot let them suffer any more!"

Dumbledore looked at her, a trace of relief and touch flashed in his eyes: "You are right, Minerva. We will find a way to solve it."

"This matter must be kept strictly confidential, otherwise people will sacrifice Harry without hesitation for the sake of peace."

Roger, who had returned to Slytherin, had no idea that his file was lying on the principal's desk, let alone the discussion between them.

In the common room, a group of students gathered around the fireplace, discussing the latest edition of the Daily Prophet. Draco stood in the middle, newspaper in hand, disdain evident on his face.

"The headmaster is too partial to Harry!" he said angrily, pointing to the photo of Harry Potter on the front page of the newspaper, "He is obviously a reckless Gryffindor, but he just said that he had discovered traces of the mysterious man. It’s just nonsense!”

"Hmm, I wonder if they are related," Pansy agreed.

"Relationship? Probably not, but neighbor relationship is possible. Don't forget, the headmaster used to live in Godric's Hollow, in the same place as the Potter family."

Rogge couldn't help but smile on his face as he listened to these discussions.

At the same time, he couldn't help but gossip in his heart: "Judging from the hair color, Lily has red hair and James has blond hair. The two of them came together and gave birth to Harry with black hair. How interesting!"

"If I remember correctly, the Black family specializes in black hair. Oh, and the teacher Snape also has black hair."

Considering Lily's relationship with several people, Roger felt that Sirius was more likely. After all, James and Sirius are half-brothers.

Maybe they "accidentally" got together after getting drunk some time. He had doubted more than once whether Sirius was Harry's godfather or biological father.

"Just wait and see, one day, everyone will find that Potter doesn't deserve so much praise at all." Draco clenched his fists, his eyes shining with confidence: "I will definitely let him win this year's Quidditch match. They failed miserably."

A group of people happily marched to the stadium carrying brooms. Roger greeted them with a smile, then sat back on the sofa and began to open the letters he had just received.

He read the contents of the letter carefully, with a satisfied look on his face. The fairy wand made with mimosa as the core seems to have a good response, at least among the fairies, and it can meet their daily spellcasting needs.

"It's time to tell your mother the good news, it will help get the goblin-holding-wands bill passed."

"A wand that cannot cast spells on wizards is acceptable to all parties, although not entirely satisfied."

"After all, the Yellowstone volcano has been erupting for a month. If we don't take action, London will be turned into Pompeii by volcanic ash."

The second letter came from Ollivander. Rogge slowly opened it when he saw that there was no one around. The huge parchment envelope also came with a long wooden box.

"Is this Thiago's magic wand?" He whispered to himself and slowly opened the wooden box.

An exquisitely crafted cherry wood wand comes into view, exuding a powerful and mysterious aura.

According to the letter, the story of ax chopping down cherry trees was popular in America at that time. So Tiago was inspired by this and cut down his neighbor's cherry tree and used it to make the wand shell.

As soon as I got the wand, I felt an indescribable lightness, like goose feathers. With a gentle wave, he could feel the magic power condensing rapidly within his body.

"It's so comfortable." Rogge looked at the wand in his hand carefully and couldn't help but praise: "Thiago is indeed a genius."

Just by stealing, robbing, and deceiving, you can make a wand that is no less than Ollivander's.

Out of curiosity about the craftsmanship of the wand, Roger decided to study the structure of the wand carefully. Moreover, this is also an apology sent by Ollivander.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

Without any hesitation, a red light flashed and the wand shell was cut open instantly. The core of the wand was a stunning blue and red that shone in the dim light of the lounge.

With joy in his eyes, he took out a long knife and slowly pried open the shell along the gap.

The moment the wand core came out, the entire common room was filled with sapphire blue and chicken blood red, which was dazzling.

"It's actually alive."

The core of the wand, which was originally as thin as a hair, quickly unfolded after breaking away from the constraints of the shell. The slender branches gradually become thicker and are about half as thick as a little finger.

The small, inconspicuous thorns transform into bright red leaves. A strange flame suddenly bloomed from the top of the wand's core: the outer flame was hot and fiery red, but the inner flame showed an icy blue color.

Such a perfect work of art made Rogge obsessed with it for a while.

"It's very strong but very brittle, like a glass cannon. I feel like if I pinch it with my fingertips, the leaf will break." He quickly retracted his hand and protected it with a glass cover.

Then he took out the parchment and made careful observations and records.

Measurements: Approximately 15 inches (38 cm) long when fully expanded, branch diameter approximately 0.2 inches (0.5 cm);

Flame characteristics: It can produce a burning effect on objects, freeze them internally or inhibit magic power;

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Conclusion: The Rose in the River wand core is a treasure with both artistic and magical abilities. It is highly energy-brittle and extremely sensitive to external energy. Requires extra protection, not suitable for close combat (or any magical duel).

"It plays a role in the shape." Rogge sighed helplessly and turned his attention back to the cherry shell. "There are some problems with this structure. The shell is almost solid and has no buffer space at all. No wonder Thiago's The wand did not survive."

Wizards use wands not only to cast spells, but sometimes also to engage in close magical duels.

Using a completely hard shell to protect the fragile core of the wand will definitely cause irreversible damage in the event of a violent impact. There is almost no second possibility except fragmentation.

After careful consideration, Roger decided to design a new wand structure based on Mr. Ollivander's wand-making theory, integrating several other wand-making techniques, and adding his own innovative ideas.

"This wand can be used to fight at close range and cast complex spells from a distance."

In the days that followed, Roger carefully designed his new wand while preparing for the most important exam of the year.

Despite his passion for wandmaking, academic pressure forced him to take a break from writing.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts is getting increasingly tense. Professors no longer assign homework, and all class time is used to prepare for OWLs.

Students study hard, trying to memorize what professors think will be most likely to appear on the exam.

"Making key points" is indeed something that all teachers do.

Snape hadn't come back yet, and he seemed lost in grief. I heard that Mrs. Pince went to see him, but apparently the results were not good.

Roger tried to write several letters, but Snape did not respond.

Finally, one week before the start of the OWLs exam, Professor Snape finally returned to his loyal dungeon classroom.

Although he looked a little tired and had obvious dark circles under his eyes, his aura was still strong.

"Take your heads out of your ears to dry. Can't you tell the difference between a real and fake brain-refreshing agent? And dragon claw powder, ha..." He stood at the desk and mocked in his signature voice, "You should put your little heads under the dragon's claws, so your noses might be able to smell the fox feces."

"Close your books, now!" He looked around the classroom with sharp eyes, "We are going to review some really important content."

"If you fail to pass the OWLs, that will be good news to me. Because this will be the last time you will hear this valuable potions knowledge."

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Although Snape's words were still sharp, a sense of relief arose in the hearts of the students.

Putting aside the Professor's snake attributes, at least his knowledge and understanding of Potions was several orders of magnitude higher than Madam Pomfrey's.

As long as you follow Snape's lead, it is indeed difficult to fail the Potions exam.

Listening to Mr. Snape's biting sarcasm, the corners of Roger's mouth curled up easily. He was very happy. The professor calmed down and returned to work.

As long as Snape can get out of his own inner shadow, he will find that the world without Potter is so beautiful.

Soon, in the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall announced the exam time and specific arrangements to the students.

"The exam will last for two weeks in total." She said, "Written exams will be held in the morning, and practical exams will be held in the afternoon. However, due to the influence of volcanic ash, the practical exam in astronomy has to be cancelled."

The students exchanged nervous glances, but some of them were relieved because the practical exam in astronomy was cancelled.

"Please remember that any form of cheating is strictly prohibited." Professor McGonagall solemnly reminded all students: "Do not try to carry items such as automatic answering quills, memory balls or error correction ink. Once discovered, the consequences will be very serious."

"I don't want you to be expelled from the campus because of cheating."

Everyone carefully wrote down every detail and dared not slack off.

In the next few days, the whole Hogwarts was shrouded in a tense and exciting atmosphere. Students seized every minute to review, and the library and common room were always full of students who were studying hard.

At the same time, major events were happening in other parts of the wizarding world.

The Travis family successfully registered a patent for the goblin wand, and after verification, the Ministry of Magic agreed that some goblins could own the wand.

Afterwards, Bellinrum led the goblin detachment to America with the wizards, working together to calm the anger of the earth.

However, a new legend began to circulate in the magic world. People were talking about a walking skeleton.

In the shadow of the forest, it was covered with dried human skin. It is said that it is as elusive as the Thestrals, always appearing around the dead, bringing misfortune to people.

Some people say that he is a servant of the god of death, and some say that he is a herder of the Thestrals...

"It feels a bit like a lich." Roger stood in a small room outside the auditorium, waiting for the practical test of the Transfiguration Spell.

There is no way, the first letter of the surname is not dominant, and it is always ranked last.

The written test in the morning was not difficult at all. In addition to perfect, he couldn't find a second adjective.

"But I remember that the real lich is completely different from the description in the newspaper." He whispered to himself, recalling the conditions for making a lich: "A willing wizard, undead life potion, making wonders, necromancy, and lots and lots of gold coins."

"... Roger Travis." Flitwick called out to the last group of people, interrupting his thoughts.

Roger took a deep breath and focused on the test by checking his clothes. He clenched his wand and walked into the room with a smile.

The first test question was to let the egg cup perform a side flip.

This was a basic application of the floating spell. Roger read the spell clearly out of respect for the test.

With his skillful waving and pointing, the egg cup seemed to have life, jumping up happily, and completing the task perfectly.

The examiners behind the table nodded with satisfaction. Compared with other nervous candidates, Roger's spell syllables and rhythms were clear and beautiful, and his wand waving movements were calm and powerful.

There is no doubt that the practical score is O (perfect).

After the exam, Roger sat in the hall, his thoughts returning to the mysterious skeleton.

"Could it be a modified version of the lich?" He said to himself, "With the means of the god of death, creating strange objects is a piece of cake, and necromancy is even more instinctive for him."

"For him, the biggest difficulty may be money. After all, he and Voldemort are both paupers, with only souls left."

Tuesday is the spell exam, conversion spells, vanishing spells... It can't be said that it is exactly the same as Professor Flitwick's key points, it can only be said that they are all subsets.

Although Roger mastered the Patronus, the examiners didn't seem to want him to perform.

"Haha, I knew it was an extra arrangement." He chuckled a few times, and was quite ashamed of the behavior of opening a backdoor for Harry Potter.

However, this world is not fair. As a savior, what's wrong with opening a backdoor. When Lily killed Voldemort, she had already suffered for Harry's life.

In the Herbology exam on Wednesday, Roger conquered the potion masters who served as examiners with precise operations. They walked down the stage and gathered around the potion table.

While carefully observing Roger's technique of handling materials, they studied how he could keep track of time without an hourglass.

"Use your heartbeat to keep time." Roger added salamander liver to the crucible and explained softly: "There is also a stupid way, don't talk for a year, and count the seconds silently."

Thursday is the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam... followed by two electives.

Whether in the written exam or in practical operation, Roger performed well in all subjects, which can only be described as perfect.

He didn't need the examiners to let him go, open the back door, or give him favors when assessing the grades. As long as he was objective and rational, it was enough.

Hermione, who took most of the electives, finished the exam last. Hermione still looked worried and kept looking for Roger to check the answers.

Then, she was bullied by Roger. Even at the end, Hermione was even crazier.

"That guy looks like Voldemort." Draco pointed to the newspaper, which published the appearance of a thin-skinned skeleton.