Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 102 Exam
Finally, the day of the exam came.

The weather was very hot, and the large classroom where the students were answering the questions was even more uncomfortably hot.The teachers gave them new quills specially for exams, and they were all cursed against cheating.

There was also a practical exam, where Professor Flitwick made them walk into the room one by one to see if they could get a pineapple to tap dance across a desk.Professor McGonagall watched as they turned a mouse into a snuffbox - the more elegant the box, the higher the score.

The complicated exams made Harry forget all thoughts related to the Philosopher's Stone. Although he was still worried about Voldemort, there was nothing he could do about it. Didn't the professors already set up a mechanism to protect the Philosopher's Stone? He didn't need to go there. worry.

Harry kept comforting himself that way.

And even if he found any clues, Harry didn't dare to mess around, Gryffindor's score was still the bottom one, and he didn't want Gryffindor College to become the lowest score in the school's history because of himself. ——This is all given by Professor Haimer.

In order to avoid this situation, Harry even walked away whenever he saw Snape, not giving him any chance to deduct points for himself.Even during the entire Potions exam, Harry didn't raise his head even once, even though he knew Snape was standing behind him, and he could feel his breath on his neck.

After finally walking out of the cold basement, Harry saw the students in the corridor discussing something enthusiastically.

"What's wrong with them?" Harry asked, and Hermione shook her head in confusion.

"I'll ask."

Ron said and walked towards the Weasley twins. The two of them were discussing something in a low voice together. They were obviously dissatisfied with being interrupted by Ron, but they finally explained the reason for the students' discussion.

"Digory managed to do it!"

Ron stunned and said to the two: "He successfully created the automatic casting wand, just in the ancient magic exam that just ended!"

"Is it all magic?" Hermione asked hastily.

"That's not true, only the Disarming Charm." Ron said, "But this is also very remarkable. If Professor Highmore hadn't done this before, then Diggory would be the first to successfully create an automatic casting wand Wizard! I guess he will be included in the "Research on the Development of Modern Witchcraft" soon, and he is even a Hufflepuff!"

Hermione was stunned for a while, she still couldn't fully digest the fact that a glass bottle that only produced blue bluebell flames seemed nothing compared to an auto-casting wand.

"Ahhhh-!"

Hermione suddenly went berserk, tearing at her fluffy brown hair like a frizzy orange cat, startling Ron and Harry.

"Why!" Hermione wailed, "Why would I be driven away by Professor Highmore! Otherwise, at least I could make a more powerful glass bottle!"

Ron reminded in a low voice: "Because we went to Mason's Gate in violation of school rules, have you forgotten about it?"

Harry wanted to gag Ron's mouth, but it was too late—Hermione stopped moving all of a sudden, and she stared at Ron fiercely, as if considering which angle to hit him would hurt him more.

Ron immediately felt a chill in the surroundings, and he quickly changed the subject: "Oh, I have to go first, the prank sweater hasn't been completely successful yet—"

"I'll go too!" Harry said immediately afterward, "The melody of the flute is still not right, and now it has become a wedding march."

They didn't dare to stay with Hermione any longer, and ran away like flying.

The last test was ancient magic. The students stood in line at the door of the office, holding their magic array items in their hands, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Harry was also waiting anxiously. He failed to complete the flute according to his original idea-the lyrics were correct, but the melody could not be changed, and it was fixed on the wedding march.

After 10 minutes, the door of the office opened, and Professor Highmore's voice came from inside: "Harry Potter."

"Good luck." Ron said frightenedly, his yield rate was even lower than Harry's - the sweater not only couldn't shrink, but would keep getting bigger. This was a complete mistake, and it's rare that he still had the mood Bless Harry.

Harry held the flute tightly in his hand, and he walked into the office cautiously, and saw Professor Highmore and Al were muttering something together.

This surprised Harry—from Professor Highmore's expression, he seemed very unhappy. Couldn't Diggory's success also comfort him?

"Tonight? Doesn't this mean that I have to rush over as soon as the exam is over. Lucius is crazy and plans to kill me? I thought he would calm down for a while, but I didn't expect that he was going to make trouble for me. Even the principal I didn’t let it go. It seems that I really should teach him a lesson.”

"ah!"

As soon as Al looked up and saw Harry in a daze, he reminded Toby aloud that he was in the process of taking the exam.

"Well"

Toby looked away from the table and down on Harry.

"Mr. Potter, let's begin."

Harry hurriedly shook out what he had just heard from his mind. He took out the flute and blew it by his mouth for a while, and the school song with the melody of the wedding march came out from it.

After the assessment was over, Harry handed the flute to Professor Highmore and asked him to hold it in his hand and look at it.

"I didn't fully achieve the expected goal. I remember your original idea was a symphony of fate, right?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Well." Toby pondered for a while: "That's how it is."

Harry silently waited for the imminent death sentence to arrive.

"I can give you an E (good) and you can go, Mr. Potter."

"Sorry, Professor, next term I'll be—huh?"

Harry raised his head in surprise: "I actually passed the test?"

"Yeah," said Toby, giving Harry a rare smile. "You're doing pretty well. If you'd written the wedding march in the first place, I'd have given you an O (excellent). It seems you Also gifted in ancient magic, like um, are you still leaving, Mr. Potter? Or do you finally understand the magic of confinement? Are you going to be confined for more confinement?"

Harry's mind was still spinning when he left the office.

After a while, Ron, who was called in, also came out, and he shouted excitedly to Harry: "I passed, Harry! I finally don't have to rebuild this door—err."

After realizing where he was, Ron quickly hid what was in his heart and didn't say it again.

According to Professor Haimer, the enlarged sweater looks good, but it is not really a prank toy.Ron could get an E (excellent) too, if he could be more gimmick.

But Ron was so satisfied with it that he finally didn't have to repeat the course.

"I thought I would fail, and I was always worried about giving me a troll (T) evaluation."

Ron said unsatisfactorily: "Now I can give my mother an explanation. She will definitely keep an eye on my ancient magic class results. Even Bill has written to me many times, asking me not to have any grades in this class." slack off."

Toby in the office is still thankful that he didn't say anything wrong before.

He almost said Lily's name in front of Harry.

It's about their friendship, but it's also about ancient magic.

"In this way, Harry is still more like Lily."

Under Toby's self-talk, Al nodded pretendingly, which was one of the few things he could do as an assistant.

(End of this chapter)