A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 670: Final exam
The weather at Hogwarts in June is sunny and sunny, but for little wizards at Hogwarts, June means exams.
As the entire ancient rune system became more and more perfect, the corresponding assessment system became well-founded.
Felix believes that the third and fourth grade students are still in the stage of training basic ability and cultivating interest, because
The assessment formulated here is not difficult, and it is not one-sidedly biased towards practice like the senior grades, but adopts the method of both theoretical and practical runes.
For example, in addition to the regular translated sentences, the content of the third grade theory test this year also includes writing a one-foot composition in ancient magic script, with the title "A day of commemoration; the practical test is a recreational magic puppet Performance. Students can either choose one person to show their manipulation skills, or find a suitable partner to let the magic puppet fight brilliantly, and even form a drama team.
Felix deliberately arranged the practical exam for the third grade in the auditorium, and many students of other ages came to watch enthusiastically. Judging from the expression of Meimu, a little wizard in the first and second grades present, part of his goal has been achieved,
Snape asked sourly if he wanted the parents of the students to vote for him in the "Wizard Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award" selection?
"You reminded me, Severus." Felix smiled charmingly, and the professors beside him looked at him strangely.
The round arena in front of them had just finished a splendid duel. When the applause disappeared, Felix waved his hand, and all the scorched flames, ice cubes, and cracks on the field returned to their original state. One second,
Six or seven students rushed up from the corner, holding various props and starting to build the stage background.
It can be seen that the leader is a little Hufflepuff girl, "Eleanor?" a boy said nervously, and the girl clenched her fist and waved it twice in the air, as if to cheer herself up , stood up and said loudly:
"Teach, professor, we're going to perform 'Babbitty Rabbit and Her Quack Stump'. "
Felix nodded to her, "Miss Branstone, you can start now."
Eleanor Branstone clarified the noise and introduced the background of the story very emotionally: "A long time ago,
There was a stupid king who was so eager to have the power of magic that he sent a capture team and posted notices in every town, but he had no idea that the washerwoman who washed the clothes in the palace was a The famous witch...
"On this day, a charlatan appeared in the palace, claiming that he was the powerful wizard the king was looking for."
While she was speaking, several young wizards were busy manipulating magical puppets to appear on the stage one after another. They were dressed up in different theatrical costumes, ranging from a potbellied king (whose clothes seemed to be stuffed with cotton) to a funny-looking charlatan (It looks like Peeves), the gray-haired washerwoman (holding a flattened toothpick in her hand), and some palace guards (replaced by chocolate frog cards and wizard cards).
"I need gold! There are also big, big rubies!" A boy imitated the charlatan perfectly and said: "I also need to brew potions in silver goblets!"
Even the senior students watched it with gusto, and Harry heard more than one of his classmates wanting to try it after the exams.
"These little devils are quite imaginative." Ron said carelessly.
"I hope you can be so confident tomorrow." Hermione said, they had just finished the charm test, and they were happy to have a day of rest and adjustment. Even though they had their Potions exam tomorrow, they agreed to take some time out to relax their tense nerves.
Harry saw many familiar faces in Zhou Guo, and he guessed that these people had the same idea as them. He tried not to look at the figures of Dumbledore and Grindelwald in the crowd - he was still not used to it. Even Hermione was less active in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"You let me watch such childish things?" Grindelwald whispered.
"Don't say that, I just annotated "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" just now." Dumbledore said happily: "Sometimes I think Professor Dippet's decision is a bit hasty, since the total prohibition After the drama performance, there is one less large-scale entertainment activity in the school.”
Grindelwald's expression became uncertain, and his lips squirmed into a thin voice.
"We almost tore through this book back then. After so long, what prompted you to do this? Or...you have collected all three Deathly Hallows? The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and Uncertain Invisibility Cloak The thread I was tracking ended in Godric's Hollow—" He stopped talking suddenly.
"The Deathly Hallows," Dumbledore corrected.
"When did you overturn this common conclusion?"
"I have always been skeptical, but I compromised and accepted your statement at the time, blinded by false hopes." Dumbledore also whispered, they fell silent, and finally, the drama reached its climax section
"You will erect a statue of Babbitty! To commemorate your poor washerwoman, so that you will never forget your stupid behavior!" said the little wizard pretending to be a tree stump, holding a noise. Then a fat old rabbit jumped out of the stump, and after a puff of smoke the washerwoman appeared.
"In this way, the statue of the washerwoman has been erected on the stump, and the foolish king has been taught a lesson, and he never dares to persecute the wizards in the kingdom." Eleanor Branstone ended the story with an excited ending, Her cheeks were slightly flushed and she bent down to salute her partner. There was thunderous applause in the auditorium.
Dumbledore also applauded enthusiastically, and Grindelwald reluctantly followed suit
"I want to talk to you, Dumbledore..."
When the voices in the auditorium gradually subsided, Grindelwald continued to whisper, "According to your philosophy, one leader is easy to achieve strongman politics, two people are easy to split, and only three can maintain balance. Don't say that you are right now. The female minister has expectations, and the boy opposite can crush her to death with one finger."
Dumbledore raised his head and looked at the kid on the opposite side. Felix, who had been slandered, had just finished grading the students. He seemed to sense that someone was watching him. He looked back along this line of sight and found that it was Dumbledore. The back nodded expressionlessly.
"The next group is on."
After the exam, everyone dispersed happily, talking and laughing all the way. At this time, Snape next to Felix and Grindelwald next to Dumbledore disappeared, and the two got together.
"Are there any requirements regarding the transfer spell?" Felix asked.
"Request," Dumbledore repeated softly, looking at Luna bouncing around, the Parvati sisters walking away giggling, and Pippi poking his head ghostly from the ceiling. Ghost, after a while he said:
"The subject must be made unconscious, otherwise it will be difficult for him to pretend that nothing happened...so find a good time."
Felix pondered the meaning of the words twice.
"In short, to stun him? You or me?"
Dumbledore gave him a reproachful look.
"Oh yes, it must not arouse suspicion, and everything must be reasonable." Felix rolled his eyes and thought for a while, "I understand! When he leaves school one by one" he used the excuse of changing the location Grindelwald stunned. When he woke up again, it was all over.
Dumbledore nodded awkwardly.
"During this time, I will always give him hope, let him think that he can continue to stay in school."
The next day the exams continued, and when the fourth-grade exams came to an end, Felix was fine for two consecutive days. He and Professor McGonagall received the examiners from the Wizarding Examinations Administration.
Professor Marchban was still the leader, with a hunched back and wrinkled face, but she was energetic and had a surprisingly loud voice.
The arrival of the examiner means that the leisurely days of the fifth and seventh grades (actually not leisurely) are finally over,
They will take a two-week high-intensity exam. In the words of students who have experienced it: "It was a hellish day, but you finally see the hope of relief."
"Actually not," Harry comforted the irritable Ginny, who was preparing for the O.W.Ls exam, "the sixth grade curriculum is more perverted, you can see Ron one by one" Ginny turned her head to one side, no Resisting a "poof" laugh, Ron was staring at the transfiguration class notes borrowed from Hermione with a sad face, and there were a few clear ink marks on his face at some point.
"Don't worry if I know Animagus too," said Ron listlessly, "The theory is too much,
The practice is almost meaningless, I hope I can pass in the end. "His words drew echoes,
"The weather outside is so nice, but we have to spend time on exams. My eyes are going to go blind." Dean was also full of complaints.
At this time, Hermione walked in from the outside. She had just finished her math and divination test, and the next test would be the same as theirs. "You've got a smudge on your face, Ron," she said cheerfully, pulling Advanced Transfiguration from her bag.
"Just leave it on. I'll remember to wash it off the next day." Ron muttered,
In the next few hours, Harry accompanied Ginny to review until late at night. She was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open, so she went back to sleep under Harry's persuasion. Hermione left after a while, and there were only a few lights left in the common room,
Ron stared at the Transfiguration note for two minutes, and when he realized that he hadn't read a single word, he finally resigned himself to following Harry back to the dormitory.
He and Harry tiptoed into their pajamas in the dark by moonlight when Neville's muffled voice came from the corner of the room.
"Harry, Ron, do you know when Professor Bagshot leaves school? I want to see him off."
Harry regained his energy, he looked at the black shadow where Ron was, and Ron's movements also froze. "Well—"
Harry racked his brains to make up an excuse, but Ron suddenly said, "I'm sorry, Neville, we don't know either."
"Oh, yeah. I'm still thinking..." Neville muttered two vague words, turned over and continued to sleep.
Harry lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and found himself sleepless. My mind is full of questions just now, Neville still doesn't know the identity of Professor Bagshot... Will this secret be kept? Neville didn't get an answer from them, he might ask the professor directly, or he might not... Maybe Neville wanted to surprise that person.
Harry knew the reason for Neville's obsession: only a few professors had privately invited him to their offices.
But that is the dark wizard Grindelwald,
Some of the memories he saw in the Pensieve became part of the dream, messing with his mind. Voldemort also appeared from time to time, seeming to regard him as Dumbledore and Professor Haip, cursing him in different ways.
Harry had to use tenacious will to convince himself that there was an exam tomorrow morning, and he had to let himself get enough sleep so that he could recall those difficult Transfiguration theories.
Occlumency kicks in and everything quiets down. Harry yawned deeply and fell asleep
"The next step is to deploy a large number of anti-apparition spells?" At the same time, Felix, who was still working overtime, asked.
Dumbledore looked around the Chamber of Secrets with great interest
"Yeah, that's the last step," he said.
The previous appearance was completely gone. They were standing in a jungle at the moment, and some rune creatures passed by, raising their heads from time to time to look at the two of them and the huge Ouroboros above their heads.
That's right, Voldemort was transferred here from Room 7. When Dumbledore came to discuss the location of the final battle with Felix, Felix thought of this place all of a sudden. Salazar Slytherin once used this place as a secret classroom and a place to study blood magic, and arranged a lot of protective magic.
The most important thing is that you don't feel bad if you destroy it. Unlike classroom No. 7, there are many professors' memories hidden in it,
And recently moved in two people'.
"The environment here is great," Dumbledore said in admiration, looking at the sky above his head and the surrounding entertainment venues, "but how did you come up with the idea of transforming the Chamber of Secrets into a playground?"
Ordinary wizards should not have this kind of thinking.
Felix shook his head.
"I was inspired by Tom Riddle."
"Voldemort?" Dumbledore was slightly surprised, then came to his senses, "Another personality?"
"Well, when I found out that Riddle still inevitably realized that he was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and started to investigate the location of the Chamber of Secrets, I simply invited him to join him-he thought of many ideas here What about."
Three days later in the afternoon, the sixth grade ancient magic text practice assessment is coming to an end,
Although these students knew the content of the exam more than a month in advance, they still had to complete their works within the stipulated time. For three full hours, the students raced against the clock, and the closer to the end, the more careful they were, for fear of accidentally messing up. When Hermione was the first to raise her hand and handed in a solidified firebird ornament, other students also completed the exam one after another. Their ideas were all kinds of strange, and many of them opened Felix's eyes.
Harry handed in a rune broom, which looked decent, with seven floating circuits embedded in it, which not only allowed the broom to hang in mid-air, but also carried a certain amount of weight. But when Harry sat up to demonstrate,
The middle of the broom immediately sank, not so much a broom, but more like a strangely cut flying carpet.
"Connection problems, Potter, don't underestimate the role of nonsense characters, they are responsible for the magic of communication."
Ron handed in a one-foot-long wizard chess piece, and he couldn't continue to compress the size of the chess piece~IndoMTL.com~ It's still a connection problem, Weasley, but you must have invested a lot in making it Emotion, which makes it seem more lively. "
Ron lowered his head and stared at the knight piece in his hand looking around, the knight's face looked very ferocious. He wondered if the professor was speaking ironically.
"Appearance is not one of the evaluations." Felix said.
Many young wizards chose animals. Of course, the difficulty of hiding is actually higher. Susan Burns' bunny ran deftly around them twice before breaking itself apart with a sneeze. She opened her mouth, dumbfounded,
The expression looks like weeping.
"Okay, Miss Burns, you need to pay attention to the details."
Susan breathed a sigh of relief, packed up her things and walked briskly out of the classroom.
"That's why I scored on the spot—I'm afraid I won't be able to bring it back in time." Felix muttered softly.
He is prescient and has a quick eye. Always be there for the students who need it the most, and try to be there when a series of accidents happen—such as the peacock throwing off its wings, the fire slug burning itself and the table to ashes, the winged notebook flying out of the window, etc. Chance to see them one last time.
When the last student left the examination room, Felix was sweating slightly on his forehead. This is also a test for him.
That night, a group of people entered Hogsmeade. They are from the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards.
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