Chapter 67 Final Exam of the First Academic Year

Hogwarts, Great Hall.

As everyone in Slytherin slowly gathered, Gryffindor also took action. George and Fred were the first to stand up and walked over with the Quidditch players and senior students.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were not surprised by such an obvious scene.

They stepped aside in a tacit understanding and gave up the entire auditorium. They stood in a distant place where they would not be affected, watching the development of the situation with interest.

Seeing more and more Slytherins gathering around him, Malfoy's expression became more and more excited.

"Now that I see who has the courage, do you want to hit me? Let me see what you can do! Poor Weasley!"

As if he has some kind of talent, Malfoy can always annoy a group of people with just one sentence. You must know that the surname Weasley is not a joke. They basically dominated Gryffindor for an era.

Starting with Bill Weasley, they have accumulated considerable connections in Gryffindor for more than 10 years.

Even at this time, the number of people is the smallest, but there are still 4 Weasleys in Gryffindor. The prospective graduates remember Charlie's affection, Percy is in charge of the upper class, there are twins in the middle, and there is Ron in the lower class... …

"Then let you see the tricks of the poor!" It was Fred who spoke.

Originally, he didn't intend to care about Ron's affairs, but who told him not to target Ron, but to target Weasley instead. Now he and George could no longer be spectators.

Just when the conflict was about to break out, Slytherin's group dispersed with a crash.

"Harry Potter! Gathering a crowd to cause trouble in the auditorium and disrupting the order of the castle, 10 points will be deducted from Gryffindor!"

Snape was dressed in black robes and looked at Harry expressionlessly, then turned his head and slowly glanced at everyone in Gryffindor. No one could compete with him wherever he looked, including the Weasley twins.

Perhaps for a good reason, Snape deducted a full ten points from Harry this time.

However, with nearly a year of experience, Harry knew that the only thing he could do at this moment was to keep silent, so as not to be deducted points again by Snape.

However.

"Potter doesn't say hello to the professor when he sees him, that's rude! One point deducted from Gryffindor."

Snape said the most ruthless words in the most indifferent tone.

Hearing that he had been deducted one point again, Harry felt an inextinguishable anger welling up in his chest, and his clenched fists were trembling slightly. If it were a normal point deduction in Potions class, it would be fine.

But today in the auditorium, with so many people watching, and facing Snape's repeated insults, Harry felt extremely embarrassed, like a clown being laughed at.

Snape also noticed Harry's change, and the corners of his mouth even inadvertently raised a faint arc. He was looking forward to Harry's next reaction.

…

"What are you doing here? Are you going to cause some trouble before the holiday?"

Professor McGonagall's voice rang in the auditorium, and Harry loosened his clenched fists.

"Severus! I think you are mediating conflicts between students, right?"

Snape was called out on the spot, but when facing Professor McGonagall, he turned and left without saying a word.

"What about you? Are you gathering here to continue watching the fun? What else do you want to do? Do you think you don't have enough homework?"

Professor McGonagall looked around and scolded everyone, whether Slytherin or Gryffindor.

A potential storm was easily resolved by Professor McGonagall.

After the crowd dispersed, Ron tugged on Harry's sleeve.

"Don't worry, the old bat won't be proud for long. I'm afraid he doesn't even know that his plan is already known to all of us."

Ron's words were undoubtedly the greatest comfort to Harry, because next year he would finally no longer have to look at Snape's stinky face, and Potions class would no longer be his nightmare.

"Ron, you're right! We need to keep a close eye on him during this period. I just saw that he no longer limp when he walked. I'm afraid the leg bitten by Lu Wei has also healed. I'm afraid he will..."

Considering that this was the auditorium, Harry stopped mid-sentence, presumably remembering the lesson he learned last time about not being tight-lipped.

"Don't worry! As long as we keep an eye on Old Bat, that thing will definitely be safe."

Ron said emphatically, then changed the subject and began to scold again:

"I don't know if Dumbledore is really old. He can't find something so obvious."

But this time Harry did not agree, but changed the topic.

"Professor Dumbledore must be too busy. Let's go! We have classes in the afternoon."

…

Time always passes quietly in the life of a chicken.

After entering June, the scenery outside the castle becomes more and more beautiful.

However, this is just an appearance, because June means the coming of final exams, which is something that all little wizards are not willing to face.

In the corridor, students were walking in a hurry, with anxiety and concentration written on their faces.

The door of the library is almost always closed. Through the window, you can see those figures immersed in reading. They are struggling in the ocean of books and notes, trying to stuff the last bit of knowledge into their minds.

In the castle, there were occasional sounds of laughter, but those sounds were quickly drowned out by the surrounding silence.

Even George and Fred, who usually like to play pranks, have tempered their tempers at this moment and are concentrating on their review.

This is why we have to admire the genes of the first few children of the Weasley family. Bill, Charlie, and Percy are not to be mentioned. George and Fred played around, but they never failed in their grades.

…

A few days later, the exam season arrived as expected.

One after another, the theoretical test papers completely overwhelmed everyone.

In addition to theory, some subjects also have practical exams.

For example, Professor Flitwick asked the little wizards to walk into the classroom one by one to see if they could make a pineapple tap dance across a desk.

Professor McGonagall asked everyone to try to turn a mouse into a snuff box. The more exquisite the box, the higher the score.

…

After the Transfiguration exam.

Ino did not leave as usual, but chose to wait at the door of the classroom.

Seeing Professor McGonagall coming out of the classroom, he hurried forward.

"The exam is over. Do you have anything else to do? Mr. Swinburne!" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Professor! This is the case. I have encountered some confusion in Transfiguration recently. I would like to ask you for advice."

Ino bowed slightly and replied politely.

The reason why he had to wait until the holiday was that he wanted to complete the Animagus in the summer vacation.

This Transfiguration ceiling magic is really practical. It is an excellent means for traveling, saving lives, or hiding oneself.

Professor McGonagall did not hesitate or refuse when she heard the question.

"Well, then! Come to my office."