A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 597: Real dreams

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Hermione was noncommittal at Ron's self-deception and just grunted in response, and they went back to the common room for a short break before turning back to the Great Hall for lunch.

During the lunch hour, four college tables reappeared. . .

Hermione asked at the dinner table: "By the way, you were almost late this morning, what's going on?"

"You said that," Harry wolfed down the mashed potatoes with his mouth full, "he overslept."

"Everyone overslept?" Hermione looked surprised. Are these boys in such a good mood? There are many people in the girls' dormitory who suffer from insomnia all night.

"Yeah." Harry said vaguely, and moved the pumpkin soup near him, and Ron waved the sausage in response.

Although forgetting to set the alarm clock is really not smart, but since it was a temporary idea, the five people in the dormitory unanimously decided to forget about it. At least they got enough sleep and got up early the next day with energy Plenty, Harry thought that was enough, didn't it?

The fact that Neville's screams woke up the others in the first place is proof.

Professor Haipu did not show up for the afternoon spell practice exam.

"He's teaching fourth graders." Fifth grade Ravenclaw student Terry Boot said to Harry and the others, "I saw it when I passed by."

Students preparing for exams in the foyer are making their final struggles.

Ernie McMillan and his friend Justin Fenriely quiz each other on common spells, chanting spells while making quick spellcasting motions that look like some kind of comic The dance; Parvati Patil and her twin sister stood on either side of Lavender Brown, staring and muttering, Lavender looked on the verge of collapse, pale, hands He clutched an amulet tightly.

Every time Professor Flitwick came out to call away a small group of people in alphabetical order, the students in the hall looked up in panic, as if Flitwick was about to take them to some terrible and dangerous place.

Harry's exam sequence was sandwiched between Hermione and Ron. When his name was called, he walked straight in behind Sister Patil, but was stopped by the short Professor Flitwick at the door. . "Professor Tofty is free, Potter," gasped Flitwick, who was almost brought down.

Harry apologized quickly and trotted in.

The arrangement in the auditorium is different from that in the morning. There are seven or eight tables in the center, and an examiner sits behind each table. Harry knew Professor Tofty, whom he had just met this morning, so he walked up to the wizard with the least hair, and Professor Tofty's wide glasses lifted from the roll to study Harry carefully.

"Is it Potter? The famous Potter? Now, I want you to let this egg cup perform some sideways flips for me..."

Outside the auditorium, Ron and Dean gathered together and whispered.

The alphabetical order of their names is quite low, almost the last batch. As the number continues to decrease, neither of them is in the mood to look through the notes.

"I don't know what will be tested? The people who got in never showed up again. It's really strict."

"It's probably some basic spells, such as levitation spells, summoning spells, making teacups grow legs, etc."

Dean quickly glanced left and right to make sure that no one had noticed them, and said to Ron in a low voice, "I heard... if you do well, you can get extra points."

Ron cheered up, "Tell me carefully!"

"I'm not too sure," Dean said uncertainly, "I heard from others... If you have mastered any particularly advanced magic, you can show it, and the examiner will give you extra points."

Ron sighed and said pessimistically, "That's the right of good students."

"That's right." Dean also agreed with this point of view. He looked at Ron sympathetically: "It must be a lot of pressure to hang out with Harry and Hermione."

"Yeah... wait, what do you mean?" Ron blushed.

"Oh, uh," Dean, who realized what he said wrongly, raised his hand and said in a low voice, "Actually, you are better than most people, but you can't show it when you are with Hermione and Harry." ...One of them is the first in each subject grade, and the other cannot find an opponent in the practical class."

Ron looked pale, and muttered, "Actually, I'm not that good... Cough!" Even though he said that, his eyes were shining with excitement, and he looked at Dean expectantly, as if silently Urge him to talk more.

The pressure has now shifted to Dean, and he changed the subject bluntly: "By the way, do you think the lighting technique counts as a bonus item? It's ancient magic——"

Ron looked a little disappointed, but he couldn't force Dean to praise himself.

He shook his head, "Maybe it doesn't count. Everyone in the Rune Club knows how to illuminate. Do you still remember the day when the Infernal Army invaded the school? How many **** of light were there above our heads at that time." He said with emotion:

"It would have been possible two years earlier, but now? I bet there are at least a hundred students in the school who know this magic."

After Ron finished speaking, the two became even more depressed.

There were not many people left in the hall, and they stared at Zacharias Smith, who was talking loudly in front of the Hufflepuff hourglass. Dean couldn't help but said, "I really want to punch him in the nose. "

Ron grinned, "Dude, I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Zacharias Smith, of course, was unaware of Ron and Dean's criticisms, and he was talking in a condescending and mocking tone: "Oh, please, how difficult is this test?"

"Come on, he didn't even master the Patronus Charm." Ron said contemptuously. He looked at Dean, whose expression suddenly became stiff, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"You just said, said—" Dean asked in an extremely weak tone.

"What?" Ron said confusedly. At this moment, a silver magic power spread from the auditorium, and a huge beam of light swept away everything and completely engulfed the students who were still in the hall.

He saw Dean open his mouth wide in surprise, and then the remaining pessimism on his face was swept away.

Ron guessed that he had the same expression. "It's Harry's super Patronus!" He said in an exaggeratedly excited voice, while tiptoeing and looking into the auditorium, it was very quiet there. Just when Ron was surprised that even the Patronus Charm couldn't win all the applause, inside finally There was a loud commotion.

"It seems that the patron saint still works." Ron said contentedly, listening to the exclamation of the examiners with pleasure, "I almost forgot, I can do this magic too."

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"The exam was interrupted for ten minutes because of you."

After the day's exams, Ron said to Harry who left early in the lounge, "But thanks to your patron saint, I was in great shape during the exam." He frowned half of his eyebrows, " It's a pity that that annoying ghost also got the light."

"Who are you talking about?" asked Ginny who was preparing for the final exam.

"Zacharias Smith," said Ron without thinking.

"It's him." Ginny pouted, remembering, "he'd been pestering Luna and me asking questions at a few club events, with a smug attitude, and laughing at Luna's decorations. "

Harry seemed very contradictory. He admitted that Luna had a lot of personality, but he didn't flatter her aesthetics, but who made him think Zacharias was annoying, so he agreed: "Yes Ah, he is really annoying, yes."

They were preparing for the Transfiguration exam the next day, and Harry's mind was full of complex spell models and theoretical analysis. He still couldn't understand a question: why turning a toad into a mouse can fill up an entire textbook A chapter? Moreover, Hermione extracted more than a dozen pages of notes from the textbook, and she could even produce three papers she had written in the past.

So when he heard someone shouting "Harry—someone is looking for you——" at the door, his first reaction was that he could finally go out for some air. Fred and George were playing Wizard Cards with Lee Jordan, discussing it quietly as they passed by their table.

Fred waved Harry lazily as a greeting.

"Aren't you reviewing?" Harry asked.

"We know our true level," George said.

Well, Harry thought unconvinced, then you must not know that every time Mrs. Weasley wrote to Ginny, she would ask about the twins by the way. He pushed open the door with a depressed mood, and heard the fat lady chatting enthusiastically with a familiar voice.

"Yeah, I went to see it... giggle...it was huge, I guess twenty feet long...Me and Violet went to see it, the students did a good job, it was spectacular ...As expected of Dumbledore, he beat the Dark Lord until he ran away with his head in his arms... cluck..."

After Harry came out of the hole, he glanced back at the portrait of the Fat Lady, and as expected, he saw some wine bottles piled up under her portrait. murmuring.

"...It's just that I can't figure out why there is a Nixiu standing so conspicuously..."

"Professor?" Harry called out in surprise when he saw the person at the door.

Felix nodded at him, "Follow me, Harry."

Harry followed behind the professor with some trepidation. He searched his guts secretly, but he didn't find any serious mistakes he had made that would make the always lazy Professor Haip come to him. He guessed that there might be something serious. They came to a dark corridor, and the professor who was walking in front stopped.

"Your performance today shocked the examiners collectively." Felix said with a smile, "The strength of that patron saint far exceeds their cognition."

"Hmm—" Harry didn't know how to answer.

"I need a favor from you," Felix said bluntly.

"Okay." Harry nodded, "What is it?"

"For some reason, I hope to collect some emotions, your emotions." Felix tilted his head at him, "The specific method is, you use your unique patron saint, remember not to be like the daytime Let the magic burst out like that, that's too eye-catching... Summon it quietly, and leave the rest to me."

When Harry returned to the lounge, the shock on his face hadn't subsided.

"What's wrong? You look like you've failed a test—" said Ron.

"That's Hermione." Harry subconsciously retorted.

Hermione stared at him with raised eyebrows, and Harry immediately changed his words: "Slip of tongue." Ginny and Ron were rocking back and forth with laughter.

"Professor Haip was looking for me," and when they stopped, Harry described what happened to them: "He said he needed my patron saint..."

After several people listened quietly, Ron said incredulously: "You mean that Professor Haipu put your patron saint in a glass bottle?"

"Hush." ​​Harry said hurriedly, "Hush."

"Didn't he tell you why?" asked Hermione.

Harry shook his head. "No." He said honestly.

"This is strange," she gently rubbed her forehead with one hand, "with the character of a professor, if it is some kind of magic experiment, he will be happy to tell you the cause and effect, and maybe even pull you into the research, Unless it must be kept secret."

"That's what he told me," Harry said immediately, "to keep it a secret for now."

"Maybe they don't want to distract us. There's an exam tomorrow." Ron guessed.

"But the professor asked me to go to him every night during this time and use the Patronus on him once." Harry said that under normal circumstances, if he took the initiative to cancel the magic, the Patronus would dissipate by itself, but the professor Using some way he couldn't understand, he preserved this emotion and magic power—Harry speculated that it might be something like a dementor trap—thinking that in a few days, the professor's office would be filled with Seeing a row of his patron saints, he felt weird.

"If it's what you said, it must be serious and urgent." Hermione said affirmatively.

They spent a little time guessing why the professor did this, but there were too few clues at hand.

"Could it be related to...the person who can't mention his name?" Ginny interjected softly.

Harry's heart was pounding, but there was no basis for this guess, and finally they began the boring review again. Harry yawned while flipping through Hermione's transformation notebook, originally because he witnessed Professor Happe using a wide mouth Bottle fished away his patron saint, and the sober brain brought by it became chaotic again.

After passing the Transfiguration exam, the third day's exam was Herbology, followed by Defense Against the Dark Arts. Sirius stood at the door cheering everyone on. "What if I don't pass the test?" a student asked timidly after high-fiving Sirius. "Don't worry, I won't be your professor by the time you get your grades," Sirius gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, I'll chase after you and curse."

After Friday's ancient runes exam, Harry and Ron chatted privately, and both thought they could get at least two 'excellent'.

One is Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the other is Ancient Runes.

"This is a good start, I think you will have more confidence to cope with the exam next week." Hermione said calmly flipping through the book.

Harry and Ron are playing a wizard card, which they borrowed from the Weasley twins. The wizard card has been modified by two people. The light knocked Ron's knight armor away.

While Ron was drawing cards, Harry leaned forward and took the exam timetable from the table, "Let me see next week's schedule—Monday, Potions; Tuesday, Protection of Magical Creatures; Wednesday Uh, it was a difficult day, the astronomy theory exam in the morning, and the divination class exam in the afternoon, this is not over yet...there is an astronomy practical exam at eleven o'clock in the evening."

"I've always wondered why you haven't given up your divination class? Even if Trelawney can make predictions in extremely rare circumstances, it is undeniable that what she usually teaches is rubbish." Hermione asked sharply.

"Listen to me, Hermione—oh, Hurricane Curse, Harry, you lost." Ron silently recalled the taste of victory, and said, "We've been making up lies for three full years just to win The admission ticket to the Divination class.ls exam—"

Seeing that Hermione wanted to interrupt, he said quickly: "If you're lucky, this course will add a .ls certificate to you—even if you don't know anything, I'm serious!"

Harry didn't expect Ron to be able to pull out some truths. He thought about it seriously. The reason why he was still taking divination classes was largely due to inertia, and a small part of the reason was that he personally He had heard the prophecies made by Trelawney.

Although the possibility is very low, Harry still has a glimmer of hope: what if he can hear another true prophecy? But if there is a next time, he hopes that Trelawney can describe it more accurately and not be too vague, such as giving the exact date of Voldemort's death...

Time passed day by day, and the students finally ushered in the last exam.

Harry turned over the History of Magic exam paper that was on the desk for one person, and skimmed through the questions as usual, and he immediately felt dizzy. The knowledge in a stack of History of Magic notebooks borrowed from Hermione this morning was desperately slipping away from his mind. He didn't bother to flip through the contents behind, just wanting to wait a few minutes before he forgot all those twisted names and complicated dates. Write a few questions.

He took a quick look at the podium, and Professor Haipu was lazily sitting on the chair, as if he was out of his mind.

'Today is indeed a good day to be lazy. ’ Harry thought angrily.

After more than ten seconds, he found that he hadn't moved a word, so he quickly bowed his head to answer the question. As Harry expected, he had trouble with time and historical names-especially those names of giants, goblins, trolls, and centaurs, which were so convoluted and lengthy that Harry suspected that the historians of the time were lazy , translated directly from their humming sounds.

For almost two hours, Harry struggled with drowsiness.

When the very old Professor Tofty slowly told them that there were thirty minutes left, Harry sighed resignedly. He didn't think about what happened between Liechtenstein and the troll, but Turn the test paper to the front, where there are still a few questions left blank.

He stared at the fourth question - 'In your opinion, did the Wand Regulations contribute to or contribute to better control of goblin riots in the eighteenth century? ’

Harry tried his best to move his numb brain ~IndoMTL.com~ The sand from the hourglass on the podium leaked down slowly, the sun was just right outside, and the weather was suitable for June, but he had to sit in the sultry Thinking about the goblin riot in the auditorium...Harry's consciousness became more and more blurred, his head uncontrollably drooped towards the table, with suspicious water stains on the corner of his mouth...he found himself seeing the face of Headmaster Dumbledore, that The face was no longer gentle, and the deep blue eyes behind the half-moon lenses did not have the spark of joy they used to see. He looked dignified and solemn.

He waved his wand wantonly, and the power of the spell made Harry's heart tremble. Rows of stones packed with a lot of grass and dirt rushed towards him, as if the whole earth was dragged and smashed towards him.

But Harry wasn't afraid.

Bright green light poured from the wand in his hand, and ghostly shadows appeared in the green light. He could feel a ferocious smile on his face, and he spoke in an extremely excited tone: "Doesn't the curse feel good, Dumbledore?"

"If you have any skills, just show them, or you will die today!"

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