Chapter 682 Final Exam

On the first Sunday of June, Dumbledore, who had disappeared for a long time, finally returned to Hogwarts.

At dinner time, he walked into the hall with a group of old male and female wizards.

And these sudden visitors immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding students.

"Who are they?"

"I guess it's the examiner..."

"I know, that's Professor Marchbank... the oldest employee of the Wizard Examination Administration of the Ministry of Magic."

There was a buzz of discussion in the hall.

Kyle immediately looked at Dumbledore's hands...

Fortunately, although the hands were still dry and full of wrinkles, looking like straw wrapped in a layer of skin, they finally did not turn black, and there were no strange rings on the fingers.

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the wizards who came with him.

Professor Tofty, an old wizard who walked tremblingly, looked the oldest, but his actual age was just over 100 years old. He was considered a young man in this group. Last year, he invigilated Kyle's spells and herbs.

And Professor Marchbank, she didn't look much different, maybe because she already had enough wrinkles on her face, like a spider web, even if there were two more, they wouldn't be noticeable.

But she looked pretty good, chatting and laughing with Dumbledore.

"It was a pleasant trip, we've been here many times before..." She looked at Dumbledore and said in a loud voice: "I heard that you wanted to compete with Cornelius for the Minister, right?"

"I think you must have heard it wrong." Dumbledore said, "My only wish is to be a good headmaster of Hogwarts, and I don't have the energy to take on other jobs now.

"To be honest, the school affairs alone have made me a little overwhelmed. Sometimes I'm even glad that I quit the International Confederation of Wizards... This decision allows me to sleep two more hours a day. "

"Albus, you are still young, you can't always think about being lazy..." Professor Marchbank said dissatisfiedly.

The expressions of the people around him suddenly became very interesting.

Although Professor Marchbank is over 130 years old, there is nothing wrong with saying this, but most people still feel strange after hearing it, especially after seeing Dumbledore's gray beard, they are speechless and don't know what to say.

"You are right." Dumbledore nodded repeatedly, "How about a cup of tea, or you want to eat something."

"Tea is fine, we have already eaten on the way..." Professor Marchbank said.

"Okay. "

Dumbledore accompanied them to the staff lounge.

But the students in the hall were in a frenzy. The presence of the Wizarding Examinations Authority made them feel an indescribable sense of crisis.

That night, no one had a good rest and wanted to seize every opportunity to review their lessons, which also caused the lights in the college common room to be on until the early morning.

The next morning, the first exam for the fifth and seventh grades began.

During breakfast, Kyle Justin sat there holding a book, muttering to himself. Not far away, Susan and Hannah were asking each other questions about the contents of the Standard Spells to see if there were any mistakes in what they had memorized.

"What are you going to take on the first day?" Kyle walked over and sat down next to Cedric.

"Charms." Cedric said.

With the exam imminent, even Cedric looked very nervous, and the jam he spread was almost thicker than the bread.

"Come on. "After breakfast, Kyle patted Cedric on the shoulder and went to class.

The sixth grade exams are one week later than the fifth and seventh grade exams, which allows everyone to finish the exams on the same day.

However, in order to prevent people from cheating on behalf of fifth-year students, the professors are very strict with them. They call their names three times in almost every class to ensure that no one leaves the classroom.

Especially students with excellent grades like Kyle and Connor... After a whole Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall almost sat next to them.

After class, part of the corridor leading to the O.W.L. examination room was directly blocked, and there were more lines drawn on the floor with magic wands. The line that came out, once someone crossed it, they would know it at the first time and rush over.

In just one morning, three students were punished, each of them was deducted 20 points... If it was a sixth-grade student, the deduction would be even higher, and they might even be put in solitary confinement.

In the next few days, Kyle's treatment remained unchanged, and the professors would come to him in every class.

In order to make sure that Kyle was not transformed by someone else using the Polyjuice Potion, they would also assign a lot of tasks to check whether his spell level had changed.

"It's obviously them who are taking the exam, why do I feel like I'm sitting in the exam room." Kyle couldn't help muttering after the last Transfiguration class on Friday.

In this week, he had to perform a lot of difficult spell demonstrations in class every day, almost reviewing the knowledge he had learned before, and some of them were even things that were not in the textbook.

For example, in the Transfiguration class just now, Professor McGonagall asked him to demonstrate the three-stage Transfiguration magic, even if he was a seventh-grade student, he only learned the second stage of Transfiguration.

"If I were a professor, I would do the same. "Kanna looked at him and said seriously, "To prevent you from secretly helping a fifth-grade student take the O.W.L. exam."

"Who can I help..." Kyle shrugged, "It can't be Harry and Ron. They can't afford my appearance fee."

"So you really want to go over and help." Kangna raised her eyebrows.

"How is that possible? It's just talk."

Kyle shook his head, "Although Professor Marchban is very old, his eyes are still as sharp as ever, and he is rich in experience. Even if Tonks, the disguise magus, comes, he will not be able to deceive her, let alone And Dumbledore, I would have to be crazy to think of helping fifth graders cheat."

By the way, on the first day of the exam, Tonks had already gone back to the Ministry of Magic. Another teaching assistant, Ty Cross, also had other commitments and could not come, so their Defense Against the Dark Arts this week has been taught by Professor McGonagall. of.

Originally, Snape wanted to take on this task, but Dumbledore seemed to disagree. Every time he saw Snape recently, he had a gloomy face, as if everyone owed him a hundred galleons. Still the same.

There are no exams on the weekend, so everyone is taking the time to review.

Kyle originally wanted to go find Dumbledore, but he didn't know if he was avoiding him or had left the school again. He knocked on the door on the eighth floor for a long time and there was no response.

In addition, there was no password, and the gargoyle stone beast at the door of the principal's office refused to let him in. The angry Kyle directly moved a painting from elsewhere and fixed it on its head with a permanent adhesive spell.

"Come back, you despicable thief, dirty thief!"

Sir Cadogan, who was forced to move, roared angrily, but Kyle just pretended not to hear and went straight downstairs to the Hufflepuff common room.

The learning atmosphere here can be said to be the best time of the year, with the sound of reciting and reading echoing in every corner.

But there are always exceptions, like Mikel and Ryan, who are sitting in the corner playing wizard chess.

"We are also reviewing." Mikel said plausibly: "Because only when I am playing chess, I feel that my brain is active enough, and the sound of endorsements around me will automatically come through my ears. Doesn't it mean that we have also reviewed? ?"

Looking at his serious look, Kyle blinked... This kind of review method is simply unheard of. It's really a lot of experience.

Finally, on Monday, exams for other grades also began.

The first subject of sixth grade is also the curse exam.

The theoretical part was as simple as ever. Kyle finished it in only twenty minutes, but he couldn't hand in the paper in advance and had to wait until the end of the exam before leaving the classroom.

Next came the practical part. While Kyle was queuing up to enter the examination room, he happened to see a group of fifth-grade students walking down the stairs...it seemed like their examination was over.

When it was Kyle's turn, Professor Flitwick just looked up and drew a big circle on the parchment.

"Okay, you passed." He said with a smile: "I have gone through all the test questions I can think of a week ago, but none of them can stump you, right?

"Okay, go and call the next person in."

Kyle just walked around the classroom and went out again.

There was also the Transfiguration exam in the afternoon. Professor McGonagall was more rigorous than Professor Flitwick. Although she also scored full marks when Kyle stepped into the classroom, she still asked Kyle to go through the motions.

In the Potions exam the next day, Kyle felt that there was nothing wrong with the broad-spectrum antidote he brewed, but he was not sure that he would get a high score because Snape kept asking him during the whole process. Looking at him coldly from the side.

It felt as if Kyle had prevented him from teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Wednesday was the exam for the Ancient Runes class. This class was the least crowded, with less than ten people. Professor Babuling sat there with her head spinning, as if she was about to fall asleep, not caring whether anyone was cheating below. .

In fact, there is really no need for this, because the content she published is not easy to find even if you open the book openly. Instead of wasting time, it is better to just get an answer.

During the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam, since neither of the two teaching assistants could come to Hogwarts, someone from the Wizarding Examination Authority took over the task of invigilating the exam.

It was a fat witch who always looked at them with a smile, but she immediately caught three students who wanted to bring special magic props into the examination room. One of them had even hidden something under the sole of his shoe. , but still couldn't escape.

"Your left foot is always very light when you walk. There is obviously something hidden inside." She stood at the door and said with a smile: "You'd better take it out and throw it outside now. If you walk into the classroom, I will have no choice but to You’re considered cheating.”

The student who was clicked immediately turned red, lowered his head and ran to a classroom next door.

The last exam is History of Magic. This has never changed in the past six years and has almost become a hallmark of Hogwarts.

As long as you survive this most boring subject, it means that the exam is over.

However, during the final History of Magic exam, something interesting happened.

According to the fifth grade student, Harry suddenly fainted during the exam and yelled something that no one could understand.

"Potter keeps saying stop...don't touch him...run..."

In the grounds outside the castle, Susan vividly described what happened during the History of Magic exam.

"He seemed to be asleep and had a nightmare. Mr. Tofty wanted to send him to the school hospital, but Potter insisted that he was fine."

"I guess he must be under too much pressure." Hannah sighed, "I haven't been sleeping well recently, and I always dream that I got zero points in the exam. That experience is really scary."

However, this matter did not attract much attention. Now that the exam is over, they are eager to welcome the two-month vacation. Not to mention Harry, even Voldemort can't take away their happiness.

But Kyle is different. After hearing about this, he immediately came to the principal's office on the eighth floor again.

The portrait on the head of the gargoyle has disappeared. When it saw Kyle, its shoulders shrugged, as if it was laughing.

Kyle squinted his eyes, and when he was thinking about whether to stick another toilet seat on its head, the gargoyle suddenly stood up and jumped to the side, revealing the passage behind.

Kyle was stunned for a moment, and didn't think about anything else, so he hurried over.

There seemed to be someone else in the headmaster's office. He could hear faint voices while walking up the spiral staircase.

When Kyle walked to the oak door, the voices became clearer.

"Headmaster, I really saw it. Voldemort caught Sirius, and he was going to steal something from the Department of Mysteries. I..."

"Calm down, Harry..." Dumbledore shook his head and interrupted him. "As far as I know, Sirius is currently solving the problem that Alastor encountered in another place. He was not caught by Voldemort. He is safe."

"But..." Harry wanted to say something.

But at this time, Kyle just pushed the door open.

"Oh, I was just wondering when you would come." Dumbledore raised his head and said, "To be honest, I don't like Sir Cadogan very much. He is a little too rude. You can change a painting next time."

"I will." Kyle nodded.

"Okay." Dumbledore looked at Harry again, "Harry, I think you should go walk around the grounds with your friends and enjoy the upcoming holiday. As I said just now, Sirius is safe.

"Also, don't forget why I asked you to learn brain blockage. Maybe this is what Voldemort wants you to see."

"Well, then goodbye, headmaster." Harry sighed helplessly and turned away.

After the oak door was closed, Kyle frowned and said, "Professor, didn't Harry already learn brain blockage? How could he still dream about those things?"

"I don't think he followed my advice and studied it more deeply." Dumbledore said, "And the effect of the initial brain blockage is not particularly great."

"So what he saw was fake?"

"It may also be true." Dumbledore pointed his finger, "In fact, I can't contact Sirius and Alastor for the time being, so I can only wait for their reply."

"Why not use the Phoenix? "Kyle turned his head and glanced at Fawkes on the branch.

"First of all, you have to understand one thing, Kyle." Dumbledore shook his head, "The phoenix is ​​not a messenger. It can only send letters to places where the exact location is already known. Most of the time, owls are more suitable for this job.

"So, what are you doing here this time?"

Kyle originally wanted to ask about Harry's dream, but after Dumbledore said so, he didn't mention it again. Instead, he asked: "Professor, I want to know what's going on with your signature!

"I'm obviously just a sixth-grade student, why did you agree to let me work in the Ministry of Magic!"

"Oh, this." Dumbledore suddenly laughed, "You don't have to thank me, this is what I should do."

Kyle narrowed his eyes. Could it be that his tone sounded like thanks?

"And you will be in the seventh grade next year, and working in the Ministry of Magic is also a good choice. "

Dumbledore continued, "The conditions offered by Fudge are very tempting. In the past two centuries, I have never heard of anyone who can become a senior ministerial assistant while still in school, and still get a full salary. You are the first.

As the headmaster, I have no reason to refuse. In addition, I have also asked Chris for his opinion on this matter, and he agrees. "

Kyle's mouth twitched. He didn't expect that his father was involved in this matter. It turned out that before the inauguration notice was posted, he was the only one who was kept in the dark.