Before the exam

After leaving classroom 7, Hermione kept chattering.

"I didn't expect it at all! It's much better than I thought. I thought it was all kinds of practical battles, such as throwing you into the forbidden forest and letting a group of strange animals chase after you... I mean, it's not bad, but I hope to get a quiet and efficient thinking-"

"Who said no?" Ron said robbing the slap.

He and Harry were covered in sweat, and his hair was crooked, as if he had just experienced a harsh Quidditch training.

Hermione didn't hear what she said, and she was still excited to share her feelings: "You can talk directly to the room and let it help according to your ideas - that's what I did, do you know? I have always had a dream to read more than a dozen books at the same time. Of course, they are all related, and it may be different interpretations of the same magic... I can use it to refer to each other, and it really helped me realize it!"

"The best thing is that every half an hour there will be a drink - I discovered later - you can choose from tea, hot cocoa and pumpkin juice, all ghost foods. But there is nothing wrong with that."

Harry and Ron looked at each other. They didn't get hot tea, but followed by a group of rotating dishes, forcing them to perform transformations. Harry swore that he wouldn't want to touch mushrooms for the next week...

"I heard that there is also a classroom model, which is to imitate the class situation and a group of students gather together to study." Harry said with a change of topic.

"Yes," Hermione thought hard: "I seem to see it, too, can give it a try."

The next two weeks passed quickly. As June approached, fifth and seventh graders spent all their energy on reviewing. The professors no longer assigned homework, but reviewed questions that might appear in the exam in the classroom. The students were dizzy every day, and the little time in the classroom was not enough. They could only write down their knowledge points desperately, and then either spent the whole night in the library memorizing materials or appeared in classroom 7 to practice casting.

During this time, Hermione also made a promise to demonstrate the most difficult potion cooking methods for some students. Among the students watching, there are four colleges, but they can basically be classified into two categories: members of the Frontline Watch Station and their friends, and a dozen students from Slytherin.

The former has made great efforts in simplifying the process of potion, while the latter - well, has paid valuable valuable potion materials.

"I didn't see Gole and Crabb." After the demonstration, Hermione whispered as she looked at Draco Malfoy's leaving back.

"It's not just the two of them," Fred leaned over and said, "Now all those who have relatives with the Death Eaters are trying to separate themselves, but those immediate relatives are Death Eaters are miserable and they are very unpopular."

Harry suddenly realized that he remembered the news that Crabbe and Goll's father had been sentenced to life in prison by Wiesengamor in the newspaper a few weeks ago.

"What about Malfoy? Isn't his dad undercover?" Ron asked.

"He? It's neither good nor bad," Fred said casually: "It was indeed some neglect at the beginning, but there were many smart people in Slytherin, and someone came over soon," he added, "It might also be that their parents were smart enough."

"Of course there are also people who are hostile to him, that's those-" George said.

"The immediate family is the Death Eater," Harry said affirmatively.

"Yes." George blinked at him, "There are gains and losses. It's fair, right?"

Harry felt relieved. He was worried that Slytherin's people would cause trouble. He even wanted to ask a professor to come - of course not Snape, but Sirius. But Sirius was too busy and he complained to Harry privately. Dumbledore seemed to know that he would not teach next school year, so he could arrange tasks with great enthusiasm.

In order to motivate the students, Sirius also bets with them: if anyone can get 'excellent' in the Wizard Level Test, he will give his experience in learning Animagus as a gift to these students.

"Think about it, although Professor McGonagall also knows this knowledge, she will not teach it easily. As far as I know, this is the treatment only the best in the Transformation Club is available." He said carelessly, "Do you want it? Then come back with an 'excellent'."

"Professor Blake, will you continue to teach the Black Magic Defense class next year?" a student asked expectantly.

Sirius shook his head, "Only this year." Seeing the disappointed expression on the student's face, he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I keep my word, and that knowledge will be placed in Professor Haip..."

It was only on the third day that "Professor Haipu" knew that this happened. He has been basically in the depths of Class 7 during this period. For this reason, he also specially created a temporary office - the Mind Hut and Class 7 - which are perfect matches. In addition, the students' constant emotions aroused by the exams, his research progress was very fast.

"When did you give me Animagus information?"

One day at the dining table, Felix blocked Sirius and asked in a bad tone. He realized that the news about "Professor Black entrusted knowledge to Professor Haipu" had spread throughout the school.

"I'm wrong?" Sirius said disdainfully: "The Black family's collection of books has been put into your stomach for generations. Animagus is just an inconspicuous one, oh--no wonder you don't remember."

Felix shut up.

...

After the lights were turned off, Harry sat on the windowsill of the dormitory and looked at the stars outside the window, and suddenly realized that he had won the Quidditch Cup two days ago. This should have been a big celebration, but the Gryffindor players - except Katie Bell, who did not need the exam, just appeared at the celebration party, and then turned to deal with the "willing goblin" that Fred said.

As June begins, the shadow of the exam is getting closer.

More than one student has had exam syndrome, and they have more or less developed strange problems. For example, Ernie McMillan of Hufflepuff likes to inquire about other people's review time. When they learn that others have less time to review than they do, they will breathe a sigh of relief, and vice versa.

Hermione was not inferior, and she performed particularly well in both aspects. She single-handedly defeated the thriving black market transactions of the young wizards, whether it was the poor quality Bafe brain-waking potion with simple packaging, or the fox squid disguised as dragon claw powder, or various unqualified joy agents and dream potions from students... were confiscated and poured into the toilet;

Another point is that she has developed the problem of seeing people with empty eyes. This situation usually occurs when she and Harry and Ron go to class or eat. At the same time, they are accompanied by rumbling words and keep poking the air with their fingers.

"You can't be Luna's disguise, are you?" Harry looked at Hermione suspiciously.

"What? Of course not!" Hermione said impatiently: "I'm just reading in my head."

In the last class before the exam, Felix explained the precautions to the students.

"The ancient magical text exam is scheduled on Friday, written test in the morning, and practice in the afternoon." Felix said: "I myself participated in the question setting of the practical exam, and all the questions are within the review range, so you can put your heart in your stomach."

"In addition, I believe you should be clear that cheating is prohibited in exams."

The students under the podium had their faces tightly, and Felix was not sure about their true thoughts unless he used the God-Survey to gain thoughts.

"The examiners are experienced and can easily see through all cheating methods. It may be a bit abstract to say that, for example, the chief examiner Professor Gersldah Machban, who presided over the N.E.W.Ts exams of Principal Dumbledore when she was young, which means that she has invigilated almost a hundred times."

Harry took a light breath, he had never thought about this from this perspective. He looked around and the others had almost the same expression. Professor Hayp used an example that was too real to be true to tell them how difficult it was to cheat.

"...such as automatic question-answering quills, memory balls, disassembled cuffs and automatic error correction ink, various potions... These are all prohibited. I spent two days in the Wizards Examination Administration. Please believe that thinking about anti-cheating magic is their most ordinary daily life. In those two days, I saw all kinds of strange gadgets, which are amazing..."

"My personal advice is to find Mrs. Pomfrey to get some dream potion, get enough sleep, and chew two mint leaves before entering the examination room to refresh your mind. Yes, mint leaves are allowed."

...

While having breakfast on Sunday, Semo stumbled into the auditorium and shouted, "The examiner is here!" The originally lively atmosphere instantly dropped to a low point. A seventh-grade girl suddenly burst into tears, and a circle of people around her stepped forward to comfort her.

Harry looked at the girl who was suddenly hysterical with one eye and stared at the door of the auditorium with the other, trying to capture the figures of the examiners, but almost put the food into his nose. Just as he lowered his head and coughed, he heard neat breathing sounds from both sides. He looked up suddenly and saw Dumbledore passing by the door with an old woman.

"It's Professor Macchiban!" Hermione's tone seemed abnormal.

"I heard that she and Neville's grandmother are good friends. You guys say we can-" Ron said hopefully, and then he saw the stiff expression on Neville's face and sighed, "Oh, it doesn't seem to work."

On the other side—

"Dumbledore?" Professor Machban said loudly to the side, and she and Dumbledore followed Professor McGonagall and Snape, who were silent. "Dorosia told me that you have never been to check--"

“There is an excellent school doctor at the school,” Dumbledore said calmly, “and she can easily solve my headaches and fever.”

On the last night before the exam, Harry was lying in bed and tossing and unable to sleep.

He felt that his thinking was particularly active tonight. He thought of Sirius' encouragement to him during the day, and the taste of holding the Quidditch trophy that he had never tasted carefully. He even remembered Voldemort, who had not appeared in his dream for a long time. It seemed that Professor Hepp and Principal Dumbledore's guess was correct - Voldemort used brain closure on him.

That's why his scar has never hurt.

Harry got up from the bed, groped in the darkness, and finally managed to pull out a small bottle of dream potion in the Christmas stockings that Dobby gave him. He unscrewed the lid and took a sip.

"Give me some drinks, Harry," Ron said suddenly.

Harry handed Ron the open glass bottle, and their hands collided in the air, and the bottle moved smoothly. Then there was a sound of swallowing, and Ron smacked his lips with satisfaction. At this time, another sound came from beside him-

"Is there any?" Neville asked in a low voice. He wasn't asleep either.

"There are quite a few," said Ron. As soon as he finished speaking, the voices of Semo and Dean came from different locations in the dormitory. "That's great! I'll share with me a little-" "Hmm...thank you?"

The bottle turned around and was empty when it returned to Harry's hand.

Sleeping came, Harry randomly put the bottle on the bedside table, took off his glasses and lay on the pillow, "Do we set an alarm clock?" he asked vaguely.

"What?"

"I said—ha—ah—" Harry yawned heavily and fell asleep.

...

Meanwhile, Bellatrix woke up from the coffin, sitting up blankly, still holding the golden cup with her hands tightly.

Voldemort was very satisfied with her attitude.

Bellatrix lowered his head respectfully, and the inexplicable enthusiasm once again appeared on her face.

"Click, click."

Bellatrix shook her awkward neck. She seemed to have been sleeping for a long time. She crawled out of the coffin and was out of control. Just when she was about to fall to the ground, Voldemort blew his fingers lazily, and she was immediately straightened by an invisible force.

"Thank you, master. I, I-" Bellatrix stared at his hands. The hands seemed to have lost the appearance of normal skin, becoming wrinkled and pale, as if covered with some kind of fine scales. She widened her eyes and touched her face in panic.

Then there was another cunning scream.

"Don't worry, my dear Bella, this is only temporary." Voldemort looked at his 'work' with satisfaction, "Your body has undergone some minor changes in your sleep and it takes time to recover." He held Bellatrix's hand.

With the help of Voldemort, Bellatrix staggered out of the coffin, surrounded by a gloomy cemetery, dilapidated, and the weeds made a bleak sound. The wind seemed to be able to blow into her skin, and she shivered.

A few minutes later, Bellatrix, who was slightly moved, followed Voldemort.

“There has been a huge change outside during this time you’re asleep.”

"Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, under the accusation of two traitors, made my loyal believers scatter... Bella, you are one of the few people who are still loyal to me."

"Master, Master!" Bellatrix said gratefully, "Thank you for being generous and not caring about my sister, brother-in-law--" Voldemort's eyes cast two dangerous red lights, she shut up suddenly, and the air fell into silence.

After a while—

"Don't care?" Voldemort asked softly, Bellatrix lowered his head, Voldemort walked around in front of her, "What made you think I would forgive others' betrayal? Lucius...Selwin... Maybe there are others, the Ministry of Magic's intelligence closed to me, I am now like a blind man, and I can only understand the trial from the newspaper."

"I don't know when, but my name doesn't seem to work as well as before. Do you know what the newspapers are talking about now?" Voldemort asked, and before Bellatrix could answer, he said to himself: "Dumbledore, Hepp, Porter, and even that woman...Amelia Bones."

The cold wind is bleak.

"They are discussing the nemesis of the Black Devil, more than one!" Voldemort raised his voice, and Bellatrix's body shook, as if he was whipped on his face. She fell to the ground. Voldemort turned a blind eye to it, and a wicked expression twisted his lips. "In the eyes of these people, I seem to be just a clown."

"Master, you are the supreme Dark Lord." Bellatrix sobbed, as if saddened by the reduction of this honor, "It's not that bad yet-"

Voldemort sneered twice.

"Of course things aren't that bad," he said coldly: "But it was also at the critical moment. My duel with Old Dumbledore was about to come. What I worry most about is Felix Happ disruption-"

"Is this a trap?" Bellatrix asked, holding his breath.

"No, Dumbledore dared not lie to me, he couldn't afford the price." Voldemort said in a cold tone, Bellatrix fully understood the blood and cruelty of these words.

"Our duel location is a secret, and I will also set up a warning magic around me..."

"I'm worried about another thing-he's going to come to you."

"Me?" Bellatrix said in surprise and excitement.

Voldemort stared at her pale face, and Bellatrix was nervous, and she became more cautious and respectful.

"Bella," Voldemort said softly, "You have always been loyal to me, and now is the time for me to give back to you," he held up Bellatrix's hand, gently hooked his slender and pale fingers, picked up the golden cup in her hand, and looked at it carefully for a moment.
Chapter completed!