Chapter 76
·
Jing Shen Tian Si
Harry and the others were wasting time on Snape, they simply lost their way, they might as well stare at Hagrid.
Although the effect will not be too great, it is equivalent to narrowing the road.
After all, this giant is simple-minded, and he may not even know that he has told the secret, but this does not mean that there is no effect at all.
Aaron put himself into Voldemort to think about the problem, and came up with a simpler and more direct way, which is to stare at Dumbledore.
He didn't believe that the mighty Dark Lord could mess with a three-headed dog, it was a complete joke.
It is not difficult to kill Mao Mao with Voldemort's ability, but the disturbance caused will definitely not be small.
The roar of the three-headed dog will resound throughout the castle, and this siren will attract powerful enemies for him, and everything will be unpredictable at that time.
If these enemies were only college professors, he might be able to escape by paying a little price, but if there was Dumbledore, it would be purely free, so he would definitely find a way to get through Maomao from Hagrid.
But in fact, even if he figured out all the organs, he probably wouldn't act immediately, because as long as he made a little movement, it might attract Dumbledore's attention.
It's useless to get the Philosopher's Stone at that time. It's not too easy for a White Lord in his heyday to destroy a Dark Lord who is dying.
For Voldemort, only when Dumbledore leaves Hogwarts is his best time to act, and the rest of the time is more or less risky.
And in his current half-dead state, he couldn't take any risks at all.
Fortunately, Aaron and Dumbledore had an informal negotiation, and they could make up a reasonable reason to ask the two professors to find out Dumbledore's whereabouts at any time, otherwise things would be really difficult.
......
The next day, the whole of Hogwarts became serious.
The final exam, which excited the good students and gave the poor students a headache, fell on all the students very accurately, and none of them fell.
The written test is the most time-consuming and the most tormented.
You have to answer all the questions in a stuffy classroom with a spelled quill.
Aaron was the first to walk out of the examination room, and he had the skill of photographic memory. He didn't need to think about answering the questions, and he knew what to write at a glance.
Hermione and Draco handed in the paper almost at the same time, and they looked at each other unconvinced, as if two curses collided together, sparking violent sparks in the air.
"Ahem!" Aaron coughed, "You two, I am very satisfied with the look in your eyes, full of competitive spirit.
But please restrain yourself, we haven't finished the exam yet! "
The two snorted at the same time, and turned their heads one after another.
"You're doomed, Malfoy."
"Not necessarily." Draco sneered.
He knew that he was slightly inferior to Hermione in terms of study, but he didn't lose if he lost. Before the results came out, his aura must not be overwhelmed by the opponent.
After the written test came the practical test. The students entered the three classrooms of Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration in turn. They cast spells to make fruits dance, turn mice into boxes, and follow strict steps to prepare potions.
Professor Flitwick will give marks based on the effects of the spells, plus the results of the written test will be the total score of the Charms class.
This professor is very lenient in the exams, and he is very enthusiastic about the students. As long as there is no accident, he will give high marks, and if there is an accident, he can pass it again.
The Potions exam is not as difficult as many students imagine, as long as they can successfully complete the operation steps, Professor Snape, the master of Potions, will grade the potions according to their quality.
But Gryffindor must be more 'taken care of', and he will try to create as much pressure on them as possible within his authority.
For example, Harry and Ron, under his menacing gaze, completed the exam nervously.
Professor McGonagall is more strict, checking the box for flaws, and deducting points to a certain extent according to the size of the flaws.
If the box has a mouse's whiskers or tail, good luck to you, because it means you'll be hovering over the passing line.
But if half of the box is the mouse's body and it can still move around, it is a failure without any suspense.
"How do you feel?" Aaron hugged Abe and asked with interest as Draco and the three walked out of the examination room of the History of Magic class.
"Barely try!" Crabbe shook his head. "Most of the questions are not too difficult, but I really can't write a few of them. I didn't write a single word, in case Professor Binns would say that I tampered with history."
"I feel the same way, I think so too." Gore agreed deeply.
"I think it's a pity." Draco said with some regret, "There is only one question I haven't answered, which is the reason for the elves' rebellion.
I didn't listen to the professor when he taught it, because I have a house-elf at home, and that kind of resignation is the best.
So... I'm not interested in their rebellion at all, I guess it's just a small fight! "
The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched, and then he gave him a thumbs up, "Your idea is really... too inappropriate, especially as the heir of a pure-blood family."
"Any questions?"
"The problem is that you may not even be able to beat the house elves in your family." Aaron said speechlessly.
"No way!" Draco was somewhat disbelieving, "I admit that they are good at work and housework, but that's all."
"That's your illusion.
House elves will not do anything to their master, no matter how wronged they are.
But this doesn't mean that they are weak. In fact, some house elves' fighting power can even be compared with that of Aurors, and if they fight for their lives, they are absolutely desperate. "
Draco couldn't help swallowing, the elf with the least status in the family was actually stronger than him, which made him a little unacceptable.
"Be a little nicer to your little elf in the future!
Although they are slaves, they are barely strong compared to us fledgling wizards.
Of course, how to treat it is your family business, Malfoy, I will not control it, and I have no right to control it, but..." Aaron paused and raised a little thumb, "Before you have the ability to defeat it It's better to give it a little bit of respect. "
Draco nodded blankly, "I'll try my best!"
After the final exams, the atmosphere at Hogwarts was visibly more relaxed.
The tense nerves were completely relaxed, and some students even started to cheer.
No matter how good or bad the test is, at least one week before the test results come out, they are free and carefree.
And after this week is a long summer vacation, which is worth looking forward to.
However, in this relaxed atmosphere, Aaron felt that the rain was about to come.
Because Harry often ran to Hagrid, and came over from time to time to ask him if there was anything unusual about Snape.
And the frequency is getting more and more frequent, from once every two days to once a day, and now several times a day.
After more than ten contacts, Aaron inevitably "guessed" something, and simply had a "showdown" with them.
Of course, the cards shown at the show were half-truths, more based on the fact that Snape might be a bad guy, deliberately supporting Harry's and their deduction.
The two sides briefly exchanged the information they possessed, and naturally came to the conclusion that Voldemort was at Hogwarts, and someone (most likely Professor Snape) was cooperating with him in plotting the Sorcerer's Stone.
Hermione rolled her eyes speechlessly, Harry and Ron both said they hated Aaron for being acquainted, and Aaron seriously pretended to be acquainted.
......
"Harry, I really think you're a bit annoying." Aaron looked at Harry Potter who was constantly pacing in the Transfiguration classroom and couldn't help but rubbed his forehead, "Apart from my uncle, you The first one to annoy me.
It took him several years to give me this feeling, but you just took less than ten days.
In a way, this is already an achievement. "
"I know, I know," said Harry emotionally, "I feel like I'm not quite right, but my forehead hurts like it's on fire.
The scar had hurt before, but never as often as now.
This must be a sign of something, the man in black is about to act, and the danger is imminent. "
Aaron raised his eyebrows and looked at Hermione and Ron who were sitting beside him, "Has he always been this nervous?
If you have this spare time, can't you care about your test scores? "
"It's just these few days." Ron explained, "After the exam, we were very relaxed, but he seemed to be in a state of extreme anxiety all the time, waking up in his sleep for several days in a row."
"Uh...I suggest you go to Ms. Pomfrey, where she..."
"I'm not sick." Harry interrupted Aaron anxiously.
"I mean she should have a potion that can calm people down. You need to calm down now."
"But I... I don't want to go."
Aaron's face darkened, and he directly sent him a sleeping spell.
A blue light hit Harry, and he closed his eyes immediately, lying on a table straight.
"Huh! It's much quieter now." Aaron laughed, and then saw Hermione and Ron who were stunned.
"This, this, but this..." Ron hesitated, "What did you do to him?"
"I just let him rest for a while.
Don't worry, I have controlled the power, and he will wake up in a while. "
Although the effect will not be too great, it is equivalent to narrowing the road.
After all, this giant is simple-minded, and he may not even know that he has told the secret, but this does not mean that there is no effect at all.
Aaron put himself into Voldemort to think about the problem, and came up with a simpler and more direct way, which is to stare at Dumbledore.
He didn't believe that the mighty Dark Lord could mess with a three-headed dog, it was a complete joke.
It is not difficult to kill Mao Mao with Voldemort's ability, but the disturbance caused will definitely not be small.
The roar of the three-headed dog will resound throughout the castle, and this siren will attract powerful enemies for him, and everything will be unpredictable at that time.
If these enemies were only college professors, he might be able to escape by paying a little price, but if there was Dumbledore, it would be purely free, so he would definitely find a way to get through Maomao from Hagrid.
But in fact, even if he figured out all the organs, he probably wouldn't act immediately, because as long as he made a little movement, it might attract Dumbledore's attention.
It's useless to get the Philosopher's Stone at that time. It's not too easy for a White Lord in his heyday to destroy a Dark Lord who is dying.
For Voldemort, only when Dumbledore leaves Hogwarts is his best time to act, and the rest of the time is more or less risky.
And in his current half-dead state, he couldn't take any risks at all.
Fortunately, Aaron and Dumbledore had an informal negotiation, and they could make up a reasonable reason to ask the two professors to find out Dumbledore's whereabouts at any time, otherwise things would be really difficult.
......
The next day, the whole of Hogwarts became serious.
The final exam, which excited the good students and gave the poor students a headache, fell on all the students very accurately, and none of them fell.
The written test is the most time-consuming and the most tormented.
You have to answer all the questions in a stuffy classroom with a spelled quill.
Aaron was the first to walk out of the examination room, and he had the skill of photographic memory. He didn't need to think about answering the questions, and he knew what to write at a glance.
Hermione and Draco handed in the paper almost at the same time, and they looked at each other unconvinced, as if two curses collided together, sparking violent sparks in the air.
"Ahem!" Aaron coughed, "You two, I am very satisfied with the look in your eyes, full of competitive spirit.
But please restrain yourself, we haven't finished the exam yet! "
The two snorted at the same time, and turned their heads one after another.
"You're doomed, Malfoy."
"Not necessarily." Draco sneered.
He knew that he was slightly inferior to Hermione in terms of study, but he didn't lose if he lost. Before the results came out, his aura must not be overwhelmed by the opponent.
After the written test came the practical test. The students entered the three classrooms of Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration in turn. They cast spells to make fruits dance, turn mice into boxes, and follow strict steps to prepare potions.
Professor Flitwick will give marks based on the effects of the spells, plus the results of the written test will be the total score of the Charms class.
This professor is very lenient in the exams, and he is very enthusiastic about the students. As long as there is no accident, he will give high marks, and if there is an accident, he can pass it again.
The Potions exam is not as difficult as many students imagine, as long as they can successfully complete the operation steps, Professor Snape, the master of Potions, will grade the potions according to their quality.
But Gryffindor must be more 'taken care of', and he will try to create as much pressure on them as possible within his authority.
For example, Harry and Ron, under his menacing gaze, completed the exam nervously.
Professor McGonagall is more strict, checking the box for flaws, and deducting points to a certain extent according to the size of the flaws.
If the box has a mouse's whiskers or tail, good luck to you, because it means you'll be hovering over the passing line.
But if half of the box is the mouse's body and it can still move around, it is a failure without any suspense.
"How do you feel?" Aaron hugged Abe and asked with interest as Draco and the three walked out of the examination room of the History of Magic class.
"Barely try!" Crabbe shook his head. "Most of the questions are not too difficult, but I really can't write a few of them. I didn't write a single word, in case Professor Binns would say that I tampered with history."
"I feel the same way, I think so too." Gore agreed deeply.
"I think it's a pity." Draco said with some regret, "There is only one question I haven't answered, which is the reason for the elves' rebellion.
I didn't listen to the professor when he taught it, because I have a house-elf at home, and that kind of resignation is the best.
So... I'm not interested in their rebellion at all, I guess it's just a small fight! "
The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched, and then he gave him a thumbs up, "Your idea is really... too inappropriate, especially as the heir of a pure-blood family."
"Any questions?"
"The problem is that you may not even be able to beat the house elves in your family." Aaron said speechlessly.
"No way!" Draco was somewhat disbelieving, "I admit that they are good at work and housework, but that's all."
"That's your illusion.
House elves will not do anything to their master, no matter how wronged they are.
But this doesn't mean that they are weak. In fact, some house elves' fighting power can even be compared with that of Aurors, and if they fight for their lives, they are absolutely desperate. "
Draco couldn't help swallowing, the elf with the least status in the family was actually stronger than him, which made him a little unacceptable.
"Be a little nicer to your little elf in the future!
Although they are slaves, they are barely strong compared to us fledgling wizards.
Of course, how to treat it is your family business, Malfoy, I will not control it, and I have no right to control it, but..." Aaron paused and raised a little thumb, "Before you have the ability to defeat it It's better to give it a little bit of respect. "
Draco nodded blankly, "I'll try my best!"
After the final exams, the atmosphere at Hogwarts was visibly more relaxed.
The tense nerves were completely relaxed, and some students even started to cheer.
No matter how good or bad the test is, at least one week before the test results come out, they are free and carefree.
And after this week is a long summer vacation, which is worth looking forward to.
However, in this relaxed atmosphere, Aaron felt that the rain was about to come.
Because Harry often ran to Hagrid, and came over from time to time to ask him if there was anything unusual about Snape.
And the frequency is getting more and more frequent, from once every two days to once a day, and now several times a day.
After more than ten contacts, Aaron inevitably "guessed" something, and simply had a "showdown" with them.
Of course, the cards shown at the show were half-truths, more based on the fact that Snape might be a bad guy, deliberately supporting Harry's and their deduction.
The two sides briefly exchanged the information they possessed, and naturally came to the conclusion that Voldemort was at Hogwarts, and someone (most likely Professor Snape) was cooperating with him in plotting the Sorcerer's Stone.
Hermione rolled her eyes speechlessly, Harry and Ron both said they hated Aaron for being acquainted, and Aaron seriously pretended to be acquainted.
......
"Harry, I really think you're a bit annoying." Aaron looked at Harry Potter who was constantly pacing in the Transfiguration classroom and couldn't help but rubbed his forehead, "Apart from my uncle, you The first one to annoy me.
It took him several years to give me this feeling, but you just took less than ten days.
In a way, this is already an achievement. "
"I know, I know," said Harry emotionally, "I feel like I'm not quite right, but my forehead hurts like it's on fire.
The scar had hurt before, but never as often as now.
This must be a sign of something, the man in black is about to act, and the danger is imminent. "
Aaron raised his eyebrows and looked at Hermione and Ron who were sitting beside him, "Has he always been this nervous?
If you have this spare time, can't you care about your test scores? "
"It's just these few days." Ron explained, "After the exam, we were very relaxed, but he seemed to be in a state of extreme anxiety all the time, waking up in his sleep for several days in a row."
"Uh...I suggest you go to Ms. Pomfrey, where she..."
"I'm not sick." Harry interrupted Aaron anxiously.
"I mean she should have a potion that can calm people down. You need to calm down now."
"But I... I don't want to go."
Aaron's face darkened, and he directly sent him a sleeping spell.
A blue light hit Harry, and he closed his eyes immediately, lying on a table straight.
"Huh! It's much quieter now." Aaron laughed, and then saw Hermione and Ron who were stunned.
"This, this, but this..." Ron hesitated, "What did you do to him?"
"I just let him rest for a while.
Don't worry, I have controlled the power, and he will wake up in a while. "
