"This is a good start, and you will probably be more confident in dealing with next week's exam," Hermione said calmly, flipping through the book.

Harry and Ron are playing the wizard card, which they borrowed from the Weasley twins. The wizard card was transformed by two people. When Harry played a "disarming spell", an illusory red light knocked Ron's knight armor away.

While Ron was drawing cards, Harry leaned forward and took the exam schedule from the table, "I'll look at the schedule for next week - Monday, Potions; Tuesday, Fantastic Animal Conservation; Wednesday, uh, that day was a bit hard, the morning was an astronomical theory test, and the afternoon was a divination class test, and that's not over... There is an astronomical practice test at 11 o'clock in the evening."

"I've always wondered why you haven't given up on divination classes? Even if Trelawney can make predictions in extremely rare circumstances, it is undeniable that what she 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 made up lies for three years just to get tickets to the O.W.Ls exam for the divination class—"

Seeing Hermione want to interrupt, he quickly said, "If you are lucky, this lesson will add an O.W.Ls certificate to you - even if you can't do anything, I'll tell you the truth!"

Harry didn't expect Ron to make some sense. He thought about it very seriously. The reason why he was still in divination class was largely due to inertia, and another small part of the reason was that he had heard the prophecy made by Trelawney with his own ears.

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

As time passed day by day, the students finally ushered in their last exam.

Harry opened the magic history test paper on the single table and browsed the questions roughly as usual. He immediately looked like a big hit. The knowledge from the stack of magic history notes borrowed from Hermione in the morning was desperately slipping away from his mind. He didn't care to read the contents behind, and just wanted to write a few more questions before he had not forgotten the twisted names and complicated dates.

He glanced at the podium quickly, and Professor Haip sat lazily on the chair, as if his soul was wandering outside the sky.

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

After more than ten seconds, he found that he had not moved a word, so he quickly lowered his head to answer the question. As Harry expected, he encountered trouble in time and historical names - especially the names of giants, goblins, monsters, and horsemen, which were both twists and turns. Harry suspected that the historians at that time were lazy and translated directly based on their humming voices.

For almost two hours, Harry was struggling with sleepiness.

When Professor TOFUDI, who was already old, slowly told them that there were thirty minutes left, Harry sighed with his fate. He did not think about the entanglement between Liechtenstein and the monsters, but turned the test paper to the front, where there were still a few questions left.

He stared at the fourth question - 'Did the wand regulations, as you see, contributed to or helped to better control the goblin riots of the eighteenth century?'

Harry tried to move his numb mind. The sand of the hourglass on the podium was slowly draining down. The sun was just right outside, and it was June when the weather was suitable, but he had to sit in the stuffy auditorium to think about the issue of the riot... Harry's consciousness became more and more blurred, his head was undulating towards the table, and there was suspicious water stains on the corners of his mouth... He found that he saw Principal Dumbledore's face, which was no longer gentle, and the dark blue eyes behind the half-moon lenses did not have the spark of pleasure that he had seen in the past. He looked solemn and his temperament was solemn.

He waved his wands freely, and the power of the spell made Harry frightened. Rows of stones were wrapped in large amounts of turf and soil, as if the whole earth was dragged toward him.

But Harry was not afraid.

A dazzling green light poured out from the wand he held in his hand, and the ghostly light was slim. He could feel a hideous smile on his face and spoke in an extremely excited tone: "Is the curse not good, Dumbledore?"
Chapter completed!