Chapter 765 The Best Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
After the fifth and seventh grade exams were over, the final exams that the top students had been looking forward to for a long time and the poor students were reluctant to face finally arrived.
Compared to Vincent and Hermione's confidence and calmness, Harry and Ron, who reviewed until late last night, were nervous from the moment they entered the dim Potions classroom to the moment they handled the materials.
The difficulty is hellish from the start, and it's definitely designed to mess with your mentality.
But what was very strange was that Snape actually concentrated all his firepower on Vincent.
The large black robe almost completely blocked out the light from his desk, making it not only very easy to make mistakes, but also very likely to cause a mental breakdown.
But Vincent is Vincent after all, and such small actions cannot shake him at all.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk—" Snape moved closer to the potion he was concentrating on brewing.
If you suddenly see a big face approaching, no matter how strong your will is, you will be scared.
Unfortunately, this insidious little move still failed to make Vincent make a mistake.
His hand was very steady as he stirred the potion with the spoon. It just shook slightly, which did not affect the quality of the finished product at all.
From Snape's face, which was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out, it could be concluded that this was the last resort.
Vincent slowly picked up two small bottles and shook them gently in front of his eyes, as if mocking his incompetence.
The Potions Office was demolished last semester, and the real culprit was Blackie - Sirius Black, and he has been targeted since the trial.
If you really think about it, the reason why Sirius did this was because he always targeted Harry.
Snape looked at the two bottles of potion that had been successfully packaged, and his facial muscles began to twitch wildly uncontrollably.
Damn it, is there no way to deal with this little bastard?
Okay, summer vacation isn’t long, so we’ll wait until next semester.
Snape, exuding a low aura, drew a circle on the report card and then floated to the other side like a ghost.
Harry was startled.
Unfortunately, the potion was already brewed, but he was so scared that he almost dropped the bottle in his hand.
Great, there's nothing we can do about these stupid little lions.
As soon as the long and arduous Potions exam was over, the students ran out of the classroom as if they were escaping.
Vincent was the last one to leave, and before leaving he gave Snape a provocative look.
He has completed all courses from grades three to seven, including the electives.
There will be plenty of time next semester, so you can have fun however you want.
He walked into the Transfiguration classroom on the second floor with brisk and cheerful steps.
The task given by McGonagall was to let the students move the small mirrors on their desks, with no restrictions on shape or size, so that they could give full play to their imagination.
Vincent waved his alder wand and transformed the mirror into a palm-sized suit of armor that shone with gorgeous gemstones.
It walked towards the edge of the table with great momentum, making a "ding-clang ding-clang" sound.
"Very beautiful." McGonagall's tightly pursed lips relaxed slightly, "Mr. Wayne, this is NEWTs-level Transfiguration."
This small suit of armor has been completely transformed into a gem in nature.
But it is not as fragile as gems and is so hard that it can jump from the table to the ground without any cracks.
Moreover, the aesthetic level of this set of armor is very high, which is exactly the type she likes.
Let’s put aside the topic of instructing Animagus on transformation for now, as the matter of Peter Pettigrew is indeed quite annoying.
Vincent was the first to get an "O", followed by Hermione who also got an "O".
What she conjured up using a small mirror was a moving miniature version of the Hogwarts Castle.
Although it doesn't have the glow of gemstones, the light originally reflected by the mirror is beautiful enough.
After the two NEWTs-level masters, the rest of the students put in their best efforts to create one imaginative work after another.
Next up is the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam on the fourth floor.
On the podium in the classroom was the old wardrobe that he had seen in the first class. Lupin, who was standing next to it, raised his wand and pointed it at the door handle.
“The topic I gave you is to relive the past!”
He looked towards Neville, "Come on! Let me see your progress this year!"
As Neville walked forward, the cabinet door was pushed open from the inside by Boggart Snape.
"Funny!"
Boggart Snape's head remained the same, but his body became that of a three-year-old child.
He had a large pacifier in his mouth, and his black robe had turned into a Muggle diaper.
The classroom suddenly erupted in thunderous laughter, and Lupin laughed along with the students.
As expected, he is the one who created a large number of Snape's dark history photos. Any photo he takes can become a classic.
"Next, Harry!"
The baby version of Snape, sucking on a pacifier, immediately turned into a dementor - no, a dementor that was sucking Sirius' soul.
"Funny!"
Sirius grabbed the Dementor by the neck and swung it back and forth to the ground.
Lupin smiled with relief, "Ron!"
It was still a huge eight-eyed giant spider, but after the spell, it soon lost all its furry legs and fell to the ground, spinning wildly.
"Hermione!"
The eight-eyed giant spider stopped spinning and turned into a person lying in a pool of blood in front of her.
Although the blood blurred the man's face, his gray-blonde hair was particularly eye-catching.
"Funny!"
The Boggart on the ground turned into a round Cuckoo, which flapped its little wings and flew into the air.
Hermione lowered her head and went back in a panic.
Lupin looked at Vincent meaningfully.
"Next, Lavender!"
Girls are fickle. Her Boggart is no longer a dead rabbit pet, but a tall and thin man with a particularly ugly appearance.
His expression was particularly obscene, and he was laughing out of nowhere.
"Funny!"
The funny monkey really became a funny monkey.
One by one, the students stepped forward and overcame their fears once again. Many of their Boggarts were different from before.
"The last one, Vincent!"
The Boggart returned to its original form, a short, fat, black-haired little creature.
Vincent squatted down with curiosity on his face and reached out to touch its furry head.
It's hard and doesn't feel very good.
The little guy kept dodging, seeming to be scared.
Boggarts, magical creatures that are good at creating fear, can actually feel fear. It seems that they also have thoughts.
Vincent just spun it around for a few seconds and then stopped.
Lupin raised his wand, pulled the Boggart back into the wardrobe and locked it.
"Very good, everyone has made great progress, so I decided to write a big 'O' on your report cards!"
All the students were overjoyed.
Lupin's teaching level is undoubtedly countless times higher than Quirrell and Lockhart in turning fighting fear into something fun and exciting.
The requirements were not strict, the exams were not too difficult, and the people and personalities were all very nice.
Before leaving school, he gave everyone a gift.
No matter how ugly the transcript is, at least there is an "O" on it.
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