Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 966 The sudden visitor

After Kyle left the principal's office, he returned to his cabin, not knowing what Professor McGonagall and Bones said.

But they stayed in the principal's office for a long time, and it was not until curfew was about to come that Bones and Kingsley left Hogwarts in a hurry, as if they were in a hurry.

As for what happened in the meantime, Professor McGonagall didn't say anything, and Kyle didn't ask, but what was certain was that they should be able to live a peaceful life.

But to students, none of this matters.

The exam week at Hogwarts is always the time when the learning atmosphere is the best. No matter where you go, you can see students chanting something.

At this time, professors will explicitly prohibit students from holding wands outside the classroom to avoid being hit by various random spells and delaying exams.

Even Kyle is very busy. People come to him every day to ask questions about ancient runes.

Among them, Hermione, as the main force, would appear at the door of his cabin on time basically every day.

"The most wrong thing Professor McGonagall has ever done is to tell Hermione the correct route to the Alchemy Mist."

After finally sending Hermione away again, Kyle complained to Hagrid somewhat helplessly.

Hermione had been unable to enter before, because the Alchemical Mist not only contained knowledge of ancient runes, but also alchemy. Hermione's knowledge reserve in this area was approximately zero, and it was impossible to find the right direction.

But coincidentally, one time she met Professor McGonagall who also came to Kyle. Hermione only said that she came to Kyle to ask questions, and was successfully brought in.

"Speaking of which, Hermione is really smart. She can remember the correct route just by walking it once." Hagrid said with a smile, "I still haven't completely remembered it."

"That's not the point." Kyle sighed. "Didn't you notice? The closer the exam is, the more impatient she becomes. I have told her several times that those questions are not within the scope of the N.E.W.T. exam at all, but she doesn't listen at all."

"Oh, it's because of me..." Hagrid looked at Kyle in surprise, "Sorry, I mean, you really look like a professor now."

"Why, don't I look like before?"

"...Do you really want to hear it?"

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask." Kyle shook his head decisively, "I'm paid, so of course I have to do some serious work."

"Go ahead and talk about Hermione, you'd better talk to her as a friend and let her relax as much as possible and not be so nervous.

"During the N.E.W.T. exam last year, someone recited the wrong bird spell out of nervousness and conjured up hundreds of tits."

"What's going on?" Hagrid blinked, "They're all transformed birds, so it shouldn't be a problem. And there are hundreds of them...this result can already surpass many people."

"But that was a Transfiguration exam, not Charms." Kyle shrugged, "And under the influence of the spell, those **** collectively had diarrhea... You can imagine what it's like to 'rain' in the classroom. Scene?

"That classroom is still empty, and no professor wants to use it."

Hagrid paused.

Although he often gets some manure and sprinkles it into the pumpkin patch, he can't help but rub his arms when he thinks of the manure raining down.

So cruel...that little wizard.

However, basically none of the wizards in the Examination Bureau are under eighty years old. They have been responsible for countless exams. They are well-informed and experienced, so they should be able to withstand it...

Hagrid thought to himself.

"It's just a N.E.W.T. test, and it's not about running for minister." Kyle continued: "And even if you are running for minister, you don't have to get twelve certificates."

"I can only give it a try." Hagrid glanced in the direction of the castle.

After Kyle said this, he also felt that it would be more appropriate to talk to Hermione.

It would be bad if she was also nervous and caused the spell to go wrong.

"I think you should ask Harry and Ron to do this." Hagrid opened the door and walked towards the castle. "They and Hermione are the best friends."

Kyle shrugged noncommittally.

Of course he knew, but he was too lazy to run away.

Moreover, Hagrid has been staying in the garden for several days. Even Fang was fed by Kyle, who also found a reason to let him out for a walk.

…

By the time dinner was served, people from the Wizarding Examination Authority also arrived, and Professor Marchban was still at the front.

Dumbledore had stood up to greet her before, but this time it was Professor McGonagall.

As if he had thought of this, Marchban's expression looked a little sad and he sighed softly.

Kyle scanned the crowd and was surprised to find that the two old wizards who were in charge of Mikel's transformation exam last year were still on the team this year.

It's just that their faces are not good, they look more nervous than the students around them, and their hands are in their pockets, as if they are always holding their wands, ready to deal with emergencies around them.

Fortunately Mikel has graduated.

At this time, Professor Marchban happened to come over.

Kyle and the other professors all stood up.

"It's surprising that you are already a professor." March Ban stopped in front of Kyle. "Very few people have the ability to serve as professors right after graduation, but I am not surprised. You have this qualification."

"Thank you," Kyle said.

Marchban shook his head and looked at Kyle again.

After arriving here this time, she suddenly felt that Kyle looked familiar, as if she had met him a long time ago, but she couldn't tell exactly when.

In short, it was a long time ago, much earlier than Kyle entered school.

But this is impossible. Not to mention Kyle, even Chris and Diana hadn't been born yet.

Marchban shook his head and quickly stopped caring. He just thought he had met a student who looked very similar to Kyle before.

After all, she has been responsible for the examinations at Hogwarts for a full century. She comes here every year and has seen too many young wizards to count.

It's normal to occasionally misremember your appearance.

"Thank you for your hard work, Minerva." Marchiban sat next to Professor McGonagall.

"But I think you are the only one who can restore order to Hogwarts so quickly."

Professor McGonagall shook her head, "I just did what I had to do."

"To be honest, for a while, I even thought I wouldn't come to Hogwarts again this year."

Marchiban cut a small piece of fried pork chop into his mouth, "You are really amazing, letting Voldemort know that there is more than just Albus in Hogwarts.

"Excuse me for not coming to help, they turned off my fireplace and wouldn't let me leave the office, those damn..."

Marchibane suddenly started to curse without caring about her image, not only scolding the Death Eaters, but also the thugs who prevented her from coming to Hogwarts to participate in the war.

Professor McGonagall was a bit dumbfounded and shook her head repeatedly. She has known Marchban for so long, but she didn't expect that she still has a bad temper.

But there is one thing to say, if she was a striker of the Ministry of Magic, she would not let an old wizard over a hundred years old run to the battlefield... Dumbledore was not included.

After scolding for a while, Marchban finally lost her temper, and she looked towards the left side of Professor McGonagall.

"I also heard about Severus. Is he really Albus's man?"

"Yes, I have already asked about Albus's portrait, and he told me personally."

Marchban was a little dazed, and after a moment of silence he shook his head.

"I really didn't expect it... This is the first time I've made a mistake... I've always felt that he has a deep mind and is out of tune with everyone..."

"Yes." Professor McGonagall nodded, "No one knows what he is doing except Albus." "What are you going to do after that, continue to let him stay in Hogwarts?"

"Let's wait until the second hearing is over." Professor McGonagall thought for a moment and said, "If Severus is willing, of course I am willing to let him continue to be a professor at Hogwarts."

"Yes, it's a wise choice." March Ben nodded, "When he was the potions professor, the students' grades were higher than they are now..."

Marchiban suddenly paused and glanced at Slughorn not far away, intentionally or unintentionally.

But Slughorn was eating a piece of steak with relish at the moment and didn't notice what they were talking about.

Marchban looked back and continued as if nothing happened: "...I mean, he is a very good professor."

"I think so too." Professor McGonagall also breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew what Marchban wanted to say just now, including Kyle.

Probably when Snape was the Potions Professor, students' grades were generally better than they are now.

This is not difficult to understand. Although Snape is biased, unenthusiastic, and has no professional ethics... he cannot stand up to his strong professional ability.

What he teaches students in the classroom are all steps improved by him.

It's not that Slughorn's teachings are not good, but just look at Harry and you will know that just a notebook can make him jump from a scumbag who knows nothing about potions to a top student surpassing Hermione.

What Snape taught in class was a more complete version... Maybe the students didn't think it was important at the time, but by the time of the exam, the more concise process showed its advantages.

However, it would be hard to say this in front of Slughorn.

After that, neither Marchban nor Professor McGonagall mentioned the matter again, and they changed the subject in a tacit understanding.

At the same time, the students below were also buzzing with chatter.

It's just different from the relaxed atmosphere at the teacher's desk. They are much more nervous.

Although the exam has not yet started, they will still subconsciously feel nervous when they see people from the Wizarding Examination Administration.

"No, I still have a lot of magic history that I haven't memorized..." Hermione's hands were all white and she hadn't eaten a bite of the food in front of her, so she was about to get up and walk out.

"You already knew History of Magic by heart two days ago." Harry stopped her.

"That's the herb..."

"A Thousand Herbs and Ferns is in your bag, and you just read it for the third time this morning."

""Advanced Magic Text Translation"..."

"The scope of the ancient rune test is only to the intermediate level...Kyle said it, and you are right next to it." Harry sighed and put down half of the baked potato in his hand.

"Hermione, do you remember what Hagrid said? You are too nervous. This may make you make mistakes during the exam. You should relax."

"That's right." Ron nodded sharply from the side, "You see, we are not nervous. Come sit down and have dinner quickly. The professors are all looking over."

Hermione gave him an annoyed look.

Yes, it was true that Ron and Harry weren't nervous at all, but she really couldn't do that.

This is not an ordinary exam, but N.E.W.T., the most important graduation exam. Hermione didn't dare to think about what would happen if she didn't get a certificate...

She couldn't help but be nervous.

Although she sat back down after Harry's persuasion, she just sat there, occasionally looking up at Professor March at the teacher's desk.

Soon, some students left their seats after eating, and Hermione immediately got up and left.

Harry and Ron next to them looked at each other and quickly followed.

Only they separated in the foyer.

Hermione went to the library on the second floor, while Harry and Ron went to the school hospital.

A few minutes later, when they came back, they had a thumb-sized bottle in their hands.

"Does this thing really work?" Ron asked nervously.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head.

"Then what if Hermione drinks it and can't get up tomorrow..."

"No, it can't be." Harry frowned, "Ms. Pomfrey gave it to me, so it should be fine."

The two walked while talking, not paying attention to what was in front of them. They bumped into an armor with a thud at a corner.

Harry stumbled uncontrollably and dropped the bottle.

"No…"

Less than an inch from the ground, the bottle suddenly stopped.

"Oh, thank God..." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing?"

Kyle, who happened to be passing by, raised his fingers, grabbed the bottle in his hand and shook it.

The potions inside are constantly changing into various colors.

"Dreamless Sleep..." Kyle looked at the bottle, then at Harry and Ron.

"You guys have insomnia?" There was a bit of doubt in his tone.

It's normal to be so nervous that you lose sleep before an important exam, but if these people are Harry and Ron, it's not normal.

They may have insomnia for various reasons, such as wizard chess, night walks, or exploring a certain secret... but it will definitely not be because of exams.

"It's Hermione." Ron stood up and explained: "Ginny said Hermione only got up after sleeping for two hours these days."

"She is too nervous, so we want Hermione to have a good sleep." Harry also stood up and pointed to the bottle in Kyle's hand, "Mrs. Pomfrey said this is very effective for insomnia."

"It's just that we don't know if it will affect her exam tomorrow."

"If it's the Dreamless Sleep Potion, it's totally fine." Kyle returned the bottle in his hand to Harry.

"Pour half of it into the hot cocoa, but don't move it or you might wake her up."

"Thanks, we understand." Harry nodded and left with Ron.

Kyle continued to walk outside the castle. As one of the professors, he would also need to help supervise the exam tomorrow.

"Is this a graduate of Hogwarts? He doesn't even know about the Dreamless Sleep Potion." A slow voice came from behind.

Kyle subconsciously turned around, and after seeing the person clearly, he immediately held the wand.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to see what magic this school has that makes Albus willing to devote everything to it."

Grindelwald raised a finger to his mouth.

"Promise me not to alarm anyone else."

"Okay?"

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(End of chapter)