The weather in Hogwarts in June is clear and the sun is warm, but for the little wizard of Hogwarts, June means an exam.

As the entire ancient magic literature system became more and more perfect, the corresponding assessment system became well-founded. Felix believes that students in the third and fourth grades are still in the stage of training basic abilities and cultivating interests, so the assessments formulated are not difficult, and they do not lean towards practice like those in the upper grades. Instead, they adopt the practice of both theoretical magic literature and practical magic literature.

For example, in addition to the regular translation sentences, the theoretical examination content of this year's third grade also includes writing a one-foot composition using ancient magic essays, with the title "A Day of Memoriality"; the practical examination is a pastime-like magic puppet performance. Students can choose one person to show their control skills, find suitable partners to allow magic puppets to engage in gorgeous battles, and even form a drama team.

Felix deliberately arranged the third-grade practical exam in the auditorium, and many students of other ages came to watch with great enthusiasm. Judging from the envious expression of the first and second-grade wizard present, part of his purpose was achieved.

Snape asked sourly if he wanted his parents to vote for him in the "Most Charming Smile Award" selection of the "Witcher Weekly"?

"You reminded me, Severus." Felix smiled charmingly, and the professors next to him looked at him strangely.

A wonderful puppet duel had just ended on the circular ring in front of them. When the applause disappeared, Felix waved his hand, and the flame scorched marks, ice cubes, and cracks on the field were all restored to their original state. The next second, six or seven students surged up from the corner, holding various props and starting to build the stage background.

It can be seen that the leader was a little Hufflepuff girl, "Eleanor?" A boy said nervously. The girl clenched her fists and waved her in the air twice, as if she was encouraging herself, and stood up and said loudly:

"Teacher, professor, we're ready to perform 'Babiti Rabbit and her croaking stump'."

Felix nodded at her, "Miss Branstone, you can start."

Eleanor Branstone cleared his throat and introduced the story emotionally: "A long time ago, there was a stupid king who was eager to possess the power of magic, so the king sent a team of arrests and posted notices in every town, but he had no idea that the laundry woman responsible for cleaning the clothes in the palace was a witch..."

"On this day, a scammer appeared in the palace and claimed that he was the powerful wizard the king was looking for."

While she was talking, several young wizards were busy manipulating magic puppets to appear. They were dressed in different drama costumes, including a big belly king (the clothes seemed to be stuffed with cotton), a funny-looking scammer (the appearance was like a pie ghost), a white-haired laundry woman (with a flat toothpick in her hand), and some palace guards (replaced with chocolate frog cartoons and wizard cards).

"I need gold! There are also big rubies!" A boy vividly imitated the scammer of the world: "I also have to use a silver goblet to make magic potions!" While speaking, he directed the plot characters to make somersaults.

Even the senior students watched it with relish, and Harry heard that more than one classmate wanted to try it after the exam.

"These little sluts are quite imaginative." Ron said carelessly.

"I hope you can be so confident tomorrow." Hermione said that they had just finished the spell exam and happily got a day of rest and adjustment. Although they were going to take potions tomorrow, they agreed to take time out to relax their tense nerves.

Harry saw many familiar faces around him, and he probably had the same idea as them. He tried not to see Dumbledore and Grindelwald in the crowd - he was still not used to it. Even Hermione was not very active in the Dark Magic Defense class.

"You let me see such a child?" Grindelwald whispered.

"Don't say that, I just made an annotation for "The Story of the Poetry of the Umbilo"." Dumbledore said happily: "Sometimes I think Professor Dippet's decision has become a bit hasty. Since the dramatic performances were completely banned, a large-scale entertainment activity has been missing in the school."

Grindelwald's expression became unpredictable, and his lips squirmed into small voices.

"We were almost turning this book over back then. So long has passed, what prompted you to do this? Or... you have already collected three death holy tools? The old wand, the resurrection stone, and the uncertain invisible cloak... The clues I was chasing at that time were in the Godric Valley-" He suddenly stopped talking.

"It's the Deathly Hallows." Dumbledore corrected.

"When did you overturn this common conclusion?"

"I have always been suspicious, but I compromised and accepted your statement, blinded by false hopes." Dumbledore said in the same whisper, and they fell silent, and finally, the drama reached its climax.

"——You must erect a statue of Babitti! Memorize your poor laundry, so that you will never forget your stupid behavior!" The little wizard pretending to be a tree stump said in a muffled voice. Then a chubby old rabbit jumped out of the stump. After a smog of smoke, the laundry appeared.

"In this way, the statue of the laundry woman has been standing on the stump. The stupid king has been taught a lesson and will never dare to persecute the wizards in the kingdom again." Eleanor Brans ended the story with an excited ending tone. Her cheeks were slightly red and she bent down to salute to her partner. The applause in the auditorium was thunderous.

Dumbledore also applauded enthusiastically, and Grindelwald reluctantly slapped twice.

"I want to talk to you, Dumbledore..."

As the voice in the auditorium gradually subsided, Grindelwald continued to whisper, "According to your philosophy, one leader can easily achieve strong people's politics, two people are prone to splitting, and only three can maintain balance. Don't say that you have expectations for the current female minister, the boy opposite can crush her with one finger."

Dumbledore looked up and looked at the boy opposite - the slandered Felix had just finished marking the student, and seemed to notice someone observing him. He looked back along this line of sight and found that Dumbledore nodded expressionlessly behind him.

"The next group is on the field."

After the exam, everyone dispersed with pleasure, talking and laughing all the way. At this time, Snape next to Felix and Grindelwald next to Dumbledore were gone, and the two got together.

"Are there any requirements for transferring the talisman...?" Felix asked.

"Request." Dumbledore repeated softly, looking at Luna who was bouncing, the Parvati sisters who were giggling away, and the Pipi ghost who sneaked out of the ceiling, said after a while:

"The subject must be unconscious, otherwise it will be difficult for him to pretend that nothing has happened... so find a good opportunity."

Felix thought about the meaning of this sentence twice.

"In short, is it just to knock him out? Are you coming or I going?"

Dumbledore glanced at him reproachfully.

"Oh yes, it cannot arouse suspicion, everything must be reasonable." Felix rolled his eyes and thought in his heart, "I understand! The day he left school-" knocked Grindelwald out of the excuse of changing the location. When he woke up again, everything was over.

Dumbledore nodded in a daze.

"During this period, I will always give him hope to think he can continue to stay in school."

...

The exam continued the next day. When the fourth grade exam came to an end, Felix had nothing to do for two consecutive days. He followed Professor McGonagall to receive examiners from the Wizards Examination Administration. Gu Hui

Professor Machiban is still the leader. She has a bad bow on her back, her face is full of wrinkles, but she is energetic and her voice is surprisingly loud.

The arrival of examiners means that the leisurely days of fifth and seventh grades (not actually leisurely) are finally over. They are about to undergo a two-week high-intensity exam, in the words of students who have experienced it: "It was a hellish day, but you finally see hope for relief."

"Actually not," Harry comforted Ginny, who was preparing for the O.W.Ls exam. "The sixth grade course is even more abnormal. Just look at Ron to know--" Ginny turned her head to the side, unable to help laughing out loud. Ron was staring at the transformation class notes borrowed from Hermione with a frown. There were a few clear ink marks on her face at some time.

"If I could do it, I don't have to worry," Ron said listlessly. "Theory is difficult, and practice is almost meaningful. I hope I can pass the exam in the end." His words attracted a lot of echoes.

"The weather outside is so good, but we have to spend our time on the exam. My eyes are blind." Dean was also full of complaints.

At this time Hermione walked in from outside. She had just finished the calculation and divination exam, and the next exam was the same as them. "There is a piece of dirty thing on your face, Ron." She said happily, while pulling out "Advanced Transformation" from her schoolbag.

"Let it stay. I will remember to wash it the next day." Ron muttered.

In the next few hours, Harry spent the rest of his life with Ginny until late at night. She was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes. After Harry persuaded her to go back to sleep. After a while, Hermione left, with only a few lights left in the common room. Ron stared at the metamorphosis notes for two minutes. When he found that he had not read a word, he finally followed Harry back to the dormitory with his fate.

He and Harry tiptoed to change their pajamas in the dark under the moonlight, and at this time, Navi's muffled voice came from a corner of the room.

"Harry, Ron, do you know when Professor Bashar al-Barshat left school? I want to send him off."

Harry was excited and he looked at the shadow where Ron was, and Ron's movements became stiff. "Well--" Harry racked his brains to make up an excuse. Ron suddenly said, "I'm so sorry, Neville, we don't know either."

"Oh, right? I'm still thinking..." Neville muttered a few vague words, turned over and continued to sleep.

Harry lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and found that he was completely sleepy. His mind was full of the questions just now. Neville didn't know Professor Basharat's identity... Will this secret be kept? Neville didn't get an answer from them. He might ask the professor directly, or maybe he wouldn't... Maybe Neville wanted to surprise that person.

Harry knew why Neville was so concerned: only a few professors had invited him to the office in private.

But that's the dark wizard Grindelwald.

Some of the things that saw memories become part of dreams in the meditation pot, making his mind messy. Voldemort's figure also appeared from time to time, as if he had regarded him as Professor Dumbledore and Hepp, cursing him in different ways. Harry had to use his tenacious will to convince himself that there would be an exam tomorrow morning, and he had to let himself sleep enough so that he could have the energy to recall those difficult theories of deformation techniques.

The brain closure operation began to work, and everything stopped. Harry yawned deeply and fell asleep.

"The next step is to arrange a large number of anti-phantom shifting spells?" Felix, who was working overtime at the same time, asked.

Dumbledore looked around the secret room with interest.

"Yeah, that's the last step," he said.

There was no way they could see what they had before. They were standing in a jungle at this moment, and some magic creatures passed by, and from time to time raised their heads to look at the two of them and the huge wetubesnake above their heads.

That's right, Voldemort was transferred here from Class 7. When Dumbledore came to Felix to discuss the decisive battle site, Felix suddenly thought of this. Salazar Slytherin once regarded this place as a secret classroom and a place to study bloodline magic, and arranged a lot of protective magic.

The most important thing is that it doesn’t feel bad if it is destroyed. Unlike classroom No. 7, there are many professors’ memories hidden in it, and two new ‘people’ have been moved in recently.

“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 think of transforming the secret room into a playground?”

Ordinary wizards should not have this idea.

Felix shook his head.

"It was Tom Riddle's inspiration for me."

"Voldemort?" Dumbledore was slightly surprised and then woke up, "Is it another personality?"

"Well, when I found out that Riddle was inevitably aware that he was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin and began to investigate the location of the secret room, I simply invited him to join him - there were a lot of ideas here that he had thought of."

Three days later, the sixth-grade ancient magic literature practice assessment was coming to an end.

Although these students learned about the test content more than a month in advance, they still had to complete their works within the specified time. For three full hours, the students raced against time, the more cautious they were, for fear of accidentally messing up. When Hermione was the first to raise her hand and handed over a solidified firebird ornament, the other students also completed the exam one after another. Their ideas were strange, and many of them opened Felix's eyes.

Harry handed over a magic broom, which looked decent, with seven floating circuits embedded in it, which not only allowed the broom to hang in the air, but also carried a certain weight. However, when Harry sat on the demonstration, the middle of the broom immediately sank, which was more like a flying carpet cut in strange shapes. "Connection problem, Potter, don't underestimate the role of meaningless characters, they are responsible for communicating magic."

Ron handed over a wizard chess piece about one foot long, and he couldn't continue to compress the size of the piece. "It's still a problem of connection, Weasley, but you must have invested a lot of emotions in making it, which makes it look more lively."

Ron lowered his head and stared at the knight's chess piece in his hand, looking around. The knight's face looked very ferocious. He didn't know if the professor was talking nonsense.

"Preface is not one of the assessments," Felix said.

Many little wizards chose animals, and of course, it was actually more difficult to hide. Susan Bones's little rabbit ran around them twice, and a sneeze made herself fall apart. She opened her mouth, stunned, and her expression was about to cry.

"Good, Miss Bones, you need to pay attention to the details."

Susan then breathed a sigh of relief, packed her things and walked out of the classroom with brisk steps.

"This is why I scored on the spot - I was afraid I wouldn't have time to take it back." Felix murmured in a low voice.

He is very prescient and quick-witted. He always appears in front of the most urgently needed students, striving to see them for a last look when a series of accidents happens—such as peacocks throwing their wings, flame slugs burning themselves and their desks to ashes, winged notebooks fly out of the window, etc.

When the last student left the examination room, Felix's forehead sweated slightly. This was also a test for him.

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Chapter completed!