Chapter 599 The Real Dream

Hermione ignored Ron's self-deception and just snorted in response. They returned to the common room for a short rest, then returned to the auditorium to rush for lunch.

During lunch time, four college tables appeared again.

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

"You said that," Harry ate mashed potatoes voraciously, his mouth full of stuffing, "overslept."

"Everyone overslept?" Hermione seemed surprised. Are these boys in such a good mentality? Many people in the girls' dormitory suffered from insomnia all night.

"Yes." Harry said vaguely, moving the pumpkin soup to his vicinity, and Ron responded with a sausage.

Although I was not smart about forgetting to adjust the alarm clock, given the temporary intention, the five people in the dormitory decided to forget that, at least they got enough sleep and were full of energy when they woke up early the next day. Harry thought that this was enough, right?

Neville's screams awaken others as soon as possible.

During the afternoon curse practice exam, Professor Haipu did not appear...

"He's teaching fourth graders," said Terry Butt, a fifth grader, to Harry and the others. "I saw it when I passed by."

The students preparing for the exam in the foyer are struggling for the final struggle.

Ernie McMillan and his friend Justin Finrily examined each other's knowledge of common spells. They quickly cast spells while chanting spells, which looked like some kind of funny dance; Parvati Pettier and her twin sister stood on both sides of Ravend Brown, staring at her eyes and muttering words. Ravend looked on the verge of collapse, pale face, and holding a talisman in her hand.

Every time Professor Flevy came out to call a small group of people alphabetically, the students in the hall would raise their heads in panic, as if Flevy was going to take them to some terrifying and dangerous place.

Harry's test sequence was sandwiched between Hermione and Ron. When he was called, he followed the Pettier sisters and walked straight in. He was pulled by Professor Fleevy at the door. "Professor TOFUDY is available, Potter." Fleevy, who was almost taken down, gasped.

Harry hurriedly said sorry, and then trotted in.

The layout of the auditorium was different from that in the morning. There were seven or eight tables in the center, and behind each table was an examiner. Harry knew Professor TOFUDI, who had just seen him in the morning, so he walked to the witch with the least hair. Professor TOFUDI's wide glasses were lifted from the roster and looked at Harry carefully.

"Is it Porter? The famous Porter? Now, I want to ask you to let this egg cup perform a few side-turning turns for me..."

Outside the auditorium, Ron and Dean gathered together and murmured quietly.

Their names are all very alphabetical in order, almost the last batch. As the number of people continues to decrease, neither of them is in the mood to read the notes.

"I don't know what I'll take? The people who entered have never appeared again. It's really strict."

"It's probably some basic spells, floating spells, summoning spells, and making the teacup grow legs."

Dean glanced around and quickly, and after confirming that no one noticed them, he lowered his voice and said to Ron: "I heard... if you perform well, you can get extra points."

Ron was excited, "Tell me carefully!"

"I'm not sure," Dean said uncertainly, "Listen to what others say... If you have mastered some particularly profound magic, you can take the initiative to show it, and the examiner will give it a bonus at his discretion."

Ron sighed and said pessimisticly: "That is a right that only good students have."

"Yes," Dean agreed with this point, looking at Ron sympathetically: "It must be very stressful to get mixed up with Harry and Hermione?"

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

"Oh, uh," Dean, who realized that he was saying the wrong thing, raised his hand and whispered: "Actually you act better than most people, just like Hermione, Harry can't show it... One of them is the first in all subjects, and the other can't find an opponent in practical classes."

Ron's face cleared a little and muttered, "Actually I'm not that good either... Cough!" Although he said so, his eyes were luminous with excitement, looking at Dean with anticipation, as if silently urging him to say more.

The pressure is now shifting to Dean's side, and he rudely changed the topic: "By the way, do you think lighting is a plus? That's ancient magic—"

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

He shook his head, "Maybe it doesn't count. Everyone in the Magic Wen Club can use lighting techniques. Do you remember the day the Yin Zi Army attacked the school? How many light balls were above our heads at that time?" He said with emotion:

"It would be possible if it were two years earlier, but now? I bet there are at least a hundred students in the school who will do this magic."

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

There are not many people left in the foyer now, staring at Zacharice Smith who is talking big in front of the hourglass of Hufflepuff Academy. Dean couldn't see it and said, "I really want to punch him in the nose."

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

Zacharice Smith certainly didn't know what Ron and Dean were trying to do, and he was talking in a arrogant and sarcastic tone: "Oh, please, is this exam difficult?"

"Come on, he doesn't even have the patron sacred spell." Ron said contemptuously. He looked at Dean, whose expression suddenly became stiff, and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

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

"What." Ron said in a daze. At this time, a silver magic power spread out from the auditorium, and a huge pillar of light completely swallowed up the students still in the hall with the momentum that swept everything.

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

Ron probably had this expression as well. "It's Harry's super patron saint!" He said in an exaggerated voice, while lifting his toes to look into the auditorium, which seemed very quiet. Just when Ron was surprised that even the patron saint could not win the prize, there were finally chaos inside.

"It seems that the patron saint is still useful." Ron said contentedly, listening happily to the examiners' amazement, "I almost forgot that I can do this magic."

...

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

After the daytime exam, 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 the annoying guy has also benefited from it."

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

"Zacharice Smith." Ron said without hesitation.

"It's him." Ginny thought, and she pouted, "There were several club activities that he kept pestering Luna and me and asked questions, his attitude was arrogant and mocking Luna's decoration."

Harry seemed very conflicted. He admitted that Luna had a very personality, but she was not very complimentary about her aesthetics. But who made him think Zacharice was very annoying, so he agreed: "Yes, he really hates it, yes."

They were preparing for the next day's Transformation Exam. Harry's mind was full of complex spell models and theoretical analysis. He could never understand a question: Why can a toad turn into a mouse fill the entire chapter of the textbook? Moreover, Hermione's notes extracted from the textbook also had more than a dozen pages, and she could even take out three papers she had written in the past.

So when he heard someone shouting at the door, "Harry - someone is looking for you -", his first reaction was that he could finally go out and get some breath. As he passed by the tables of Fred and George, they were playing the wizard card with Lee Jordan, while discussing in a low voice.

Fred waved at Harry lazily, just as saying hello.

"Don't you review?" Harry asked.

"We know our true level," George said.

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

"Yes, I've seen it...hehe... the painting is so big, I guess it's twenty feet long... Violet and I have seen it. The students are very good at painting it, very spectacular... It's worthy of being Dumbledore, who beat the black demon to the point of being so entangled...hehe..."

After Harry left the hole, he glanced back at the portrait of Fat Lady. As expected, he saw some wine bottles piled under her portrait. Her complexion was rosy, as if she didn't realize someone came out and mumbled.

"...I just can't figure out why there is a sniff inside, and it's still so conspicuous..."

"Professor?" He shouted in surprise as Harry saw the person at the door.

Felix nodded at him, "Come with me, Harry."

Harry followed the professor with some anxiety. He secretly scraped his stomach and did not realize that he had made any serious mistakes that could make Professor Happ, who had always been lazy, come to him. He guessed that there might be serious things, so 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 intensity of that patron saint is far beyond their perception."

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

"I need you to do a favor," 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 to use your unique patron saint, remember not to let the magic burst out like the daytime. That's too noticeable... Summon it quietly and leave the rest to me."

When Harry returned to the lounge, the shock on his face had not calmed down.

"What's wrong? Your expression looks like you fail the exam-" Ron said.

"That's Hermione." Harry subconsciously retorted.

Hermione raised her eyebrows and stared at him, and Harry immediately changed his words: "Slip the tongue." Ginny and Ron laughed so hard that they leaned back and forth.

"It was Professor Happ who asked me to stop," Harry described the incident to them: "He said he needed my patron saint..."

After listening quietly, Ron said incredibly: "Are you saying that Professor Hayp put your patron saint into a glass bottle?"

"Shh," Harry said hurriedly, "Sound down."

"Did he tell you the reason?" Hermione asked.

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

"That's strange," she gently rubbed her forehead with one hand. "In the professor's character, if it was some kind of magic experiment, he would be happy to tell you the cause and effect, and perhaps pull you into the research, unless it must be kept secret."

"That's what he told me," Harry said immediately, "keep it a secret for the time being."

"Maybe I don't want to distract us. There will be an exam tomorrow." Ron guessed.

"But the professor asked me to go to him every night during this period and use the patron saint on him once." Harry said that under normal circumstances, if he took the initiative to cancel the magic, the patron saint would dissipate by itself, but the professor used some method he could not understand to preserve this emotion and magic - Harry guessed that it might be something like a dementor capture cage - when he thought of a row of his patron saints in his office for a few days, he felt strange.

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

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

"Is it related to... the person who can't name it?" Ginny interrupted in a low voice.

Harry's heart was pounding, but there was no basis for this speculation. Finally, they began to review again. Harry opened Hermione's transformation notes while yawning. He had witnessed Professor Hayp use a wide-mouth bottle to pick up his patron saint and became chaotic again.

After taking the Transformation, the third day of the test was herbal medicine, followed by the black magic defense. Sirius stood at the door and cheered everyone. "What if I didn't do well in the exam?" A student asked timidly after slamming Sirius with his feet. "Don't worry, I'm no longer your professor when you get the grades," Sirius said with his teeth, "Don't worry I'll chase you behind your butt and recite the evil curse."

After Friday's Ancient Magical Arts Examination, Harry and Ron chatted privately, and both thought they could get at least two "outstanding" ones.

One is the black magic defense technique, and the other is the ancient magic text.
To be continued...