From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Finally... it's over."

Next to the carriage shed, a group of professors headed by Dumbledore waved goodbye to the examiner group—yes, Professor McGonagall caught the President again and brought him over as a mascot.

The OWLs exam and NEWTs exam lasted for more than two weeks and finally came to an end today.

The carriage pulled by Ye Qi took away the examiner and the stacks of papers that were blocked by magic. They will be repeatedly reviewed by many people in the next month, and then the results will be counted by the examination bureau and sent to the examinees with an owl. Hands.

Even if the seventh grade exam is given priority to scoring, the cumbersome and confidential process still cannot allow them to get their grades before the summer school vacation.

This means that starting from today, the seventh grade can already be regarded as an official graduation—they are just so short of a formal graduation ceremony from leaving here.

However, no one has the energy to sorrow the spring and fall. The exams in the past two weeks have been tossing the fifth and seventh grade students, and at the same time the professors are tossing hard—both cheating in the two exams is the case, the lighter will be expelled. If it was sent directly to Azkaban, even if the professor repeatedly ordered it, it would occasionally be such an idiot.

Fortunately, this year is a peaceful year, and there are no cheating students. This alone is enough for the professor to call out Merlin blessing.

It is not a happy thing to expel one's own students or even get Azkaban by hand, no matter which professor is the case.

"Very worthy of a happy day,"

Dumbledore looked at the carriages disappearing into the air and turned his head happily, "I think, those students are probably starving, but also worried, we should go to the auditorium and celebrate."

Worried about it...

William couldn't control the corners of his mouth—he was now not worried about the students worrying about or not, but about whether the group of fifth graders would demolish the castle during this time!

With the students in the seventh grade fanning the flames around, what will happen is simply unimaginable-the only good news is that the students in other grades have to prepare for the final exams, and there is no time to go crazy with them. Otherwise, the students in confinement may be better than the class. There are more classmates!

—

"No... why still not?"

Sirius was stunned by the road, holding his wand in his hand, but his face was filled with doubts he had never had before.

To be cautious, he waited until the people in the village dug for a long time, and after confirming that there would be no doubts about the land being digged out, he decisively took action at night.

The land without any protective spells is a huge piece of plasticine under the power of magic. He opened the land with ease, trying to expose the buried things, and with the Apparition, he was able to do so in a very short time. Rummaging through all the land he thought might be buried in the bones.

but.

Nothing means nothing—iron nails, broken boots, plastic packaging, landfilled rubbish, and occasionally the bones of people who may have died, everything has appeared, but there is no huge land that can be used as a villager to lie down after death.

"Finally... it's over."

Next to the carriage shed, a group of professors headed by Dumbledore waved goodbye to the examiner group—yes, Professor McGonagall caught the President again and brought him over as a mascot.

The OWLs exam and NEWTs exam lasted for more than two weeks and finally came to an end today.

The carriage pulled by Ye Qi took away the examiner and the stacks of papers that were blocked by magic. They will be repeatedly reviewed by many people in the next month, and then the results will be counted by the examination bureau and sent to the examinees with an owl. Hands.

Even if the seventh grade exam is given priority to scoring, the cumbersome and confidential process still cannot allow them to get their grades before the summer school vacation.

This means that starting from today, the seventh grade can already be regarded as an official graduation—they are just so short of a formal graduation ceremony from leaving here.

However, no one has the energy to sorrow the spring and fall. The exams in the past two weeks have been tossing the fifth and seventh grade students, and at the same time the professors are tossing hard—both cheating in the two exams is the case, the lighter will be expelled. If it was sent directly to Azkaban, even if the professor repeatedly ordered it, it would occasionally be such an idiot.

Fortunately, this year is a peaceful year, and there are no cheating students. This alone is enough for the professor to call out Merlin blessing.

It is not a happy thing to expel one's own students or even get Azkaban by hand, no matter which professor is the case.

"Very worthy of a happy day,"

Dumbledore looked at the carriages disappearing into the air and turned his head happily, "I think, those students are probably starving, but also worried, we should go to the auditorium and celebrate."

Worried about it...

William couldn't control the corners of his mouth—he was now not worried about the students worrying about or not, but about whether the group of fifth graders would demolish the castle during this time!

With the students in the seventh grade fanning the flames around, what will happen is simply unimaginable-the only good news is that the students in other grades have to prepare for the final exams, and there is no time to go crazy with them. Otherwise, the students in confinement may be better than the class. There are more classmates!

—

"No... why still not?"

Sirius was stunned by the road, holding his wand in his hand, but his face was filled with doubts he had never had before.

To be cautious, he waited until the people in the village dug for a long time, and after confirming that there would be no doubts about the land being digged out, he decisively took action at night.

The land without any protective spells is a huge piece of plasticine under the power of magic. He opened the land with ease, trying to expose the buried things, and with the Apparition, he was able to do so in a very short time. Rummaging through all the land he thought might be buried in the bones.

but.

Nothing means nothing—iron nails, broken boots, plastic packaging, landfilled rubbish, and occasionally the bones of people who may have died, everything has appeared, but there is no huge land that can be used as a villager to lie down after death.

"Finally... it's over."

Next to the carriage shed, a group of professors headed by Dumbledore waved goodbye to the examiner group—yes, Professor McGonagall caught the President again and brought him over as a mascot.

The OWLs exam and NEWTs exam lasted for more than two weeks and finally came to an end today.

The carriage pulled by Ye Qi took away the examiner and the stacks of papers that were blocked by magic. They will be repeatedly reviewed by many people in the next month, and then the results will be counted by the examination bureau and sent to the examinees with an owl. Hands.

Even if the seventh grade exam is given priority to scoring, the cumbersome and confidential process still cannot allow them to get their grades before the summer school vacation.

This means that starting from today, the seventh grade can already be regarded as an official graduation—they are just so short of a formal graduation ceremony from leaving here.

However, no one has the energy to sorrow the spring and fall. The exams in the past two weeks have been tossing the fifth and seventh grade students, and at the same time the professors are tossing hard—both cheating in the two exams is the case, the lighter will be expelled. If it was sent directly to Azkaban, even if the professor repeatedly ordered it, it would occasionally be such an idiot.

Fortunately, this year is a peaceful year, and there are no cheating students. This alone is enough for the professor to call out Merlin blessing.

It is not a happy thing to expel one's own students or even get Azkaban by hand, no matter which professor is the case.

"Very worthy of a happy day,"

Dumbledore looked at the carriages disappearing into the air and turned his head happily, "I think, those students are probably starving, but also worried, we should go to the auditorium and celebrate."

Worried about it...

William couldn't control the corners of his mouth—he was now not worried about the students worrying about or not, but about whether the group of fifth graders would demolish the castle during this time!

With the students in the seventh grade fanning the flames around, what will happen is simply unimaginable-the only good news is that the students in other grades have to prepare for the final exams, and there is no time to go crazy with them. Otherwise, the students in confinement may be better than the class. There are more classmates!

—

"No... why still not?"

Sirius was stunned by the road, holding his wand in his hand, but his face was filled with doubts he had never had before.

To be cautious, he waited until the people in the village dug for a long time, and after confirming that there would be no doubts about the land being digged out, he decisively took action at night.

The land without any protective spells is a huge piece of plasticine under the power of magic. He opened the land with ease, trying to expose the buried things, and with the Apparition, he was able to do so in a very short time. Rummaging through all the land he thought might be buried in the bones.

but.

Nothing means nothing—iron nails, broken boots, plastic packaging, landfilled rubbish, and occasionally the bones of people who may have died, everything has appeared, but there is no huge land that can be used as a villager to lie down after death.

No, it's impossible!

Sirius rummaged carefully.

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"Finally... it's over."

Next to the carriage shed, a group of professors headed by Dumbledore waved goodbye to the examiner group—yes, Professor McGonagall caught the President again and brought him over as a mascot.

The OWLs exam and NEWTs exam lasted for more than two weeks and finally came to an end today.

The carriage pulled by Ye Qi took away the examiner and the stacks of papers that were blocked by magic. They will be repeatedly reviewed by many people in the next month, and then the results will be counted by the examination bureau and sent to the examinees with an owl. Hands.

Even if the seventh grade exam is given priority to scoring, the cumbersome and confidential process still cannot allow them to get their grades before the summer school vacation.

This means that starting from today, the seventh grade can already be regarded as an official graduation—they are just so short of a formal graduation ceremony from leaving here.

However, no one has the energy to sorrow the spring and fall. The exams in the past two weeks have been tossing the fifth and seventh grade students, and at the same time the professors are tossing hard—both cheating in the two exams is the case, the lighter will be expelled. If it was sent directly to Azkaban, even if the professor repeatedly ordered it, it would occasionally be such an idiot.

Fortunately, this year is a peaceful year, and there are no cheating students. This alone is enough for the professor to call out Merlin blessing.

It is not a happy thing to expel one's own students or even get Azkaban by hand, no matter which professor is the case.

"It's worth a happy day,"

Dumbledore looked at the carriages disappearing into the air and turned his head happily, "I think, those students are probably starving, but also worried, we should go to the auditorium and celebrate."

Worried about it...

William couldn't control the corners of his mouth—he was now not worried about the students worrying about or not, but about whether the group of fifth graders would demolish the castle during this time!

With the students in the seventh grade fanning the flames around, what will happen is simply unimaginable-the only good news is that the students in other grades have to prepare for the final exams, and there is no time to go crazy with them. Otherwise, the students in confinement may be better than the class. There are more classmates!

—

"No... why still not?"

Sirius was stunned by the road, holding his wand in his hand, but his face was filled with doubts he had never had before.

To be cautious, he waited until the people in the village dug for a long time, and after confirming that there would be no doubts about the land being digged out, he decisively took action at night.

The land without any protective spells is a huge piece of plasticine under the power of magic. He opened the land with ease, trying to expose the buried things, and with the Apparition, he was able to do so in a very short time. Rummaging through all the land he thought might be buried in the bones.

but.

Nothing means nothing—iron nails, broken boots, plastic packaging, landfilled garbage, and the occasional bones of people who may die, everything has appeared, but there is no huge land that can be used as a villager to lie down after death.

The land without any protective spells is a huge piece of plasticine under the power of magic. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com opened the land with ease, trying to expose what was buried in it, and in conjunction with the Apparition, In a very short time, he searched all the land where he thought might be buried.

but.

Nothing means nothing—iron nails, broken boots, plastic packaging, landfilled garbage, and the occasional bones of people who may die, everything has appeared, but there is no huge land that can be used as a villager to lie down after death.

The land without any protective spells is a huge piece of plasticine under the power of magic. He opened the land with great ease, trying to expose the buried things inside, and in conjunction with the Apparition, he was able to do so in a very short time. Rummaging through all the land he thought might be buried in the bones.

but.

Nothing means nothing—iron nails, broken boots, plastic packaging, landfilled garbage, and the occasional bones of people who may die, everything has appeared, but there is no huge land that can be used as a villager to lie down after death.