The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

The students were busy with their studies.

Under the command of Argus, the Slytherins filed in.

Unlike Muggle exams, Hogwarts exams require not only written tests, but also practical applications.

Only those who pass both tests can pass the exam.

The first exam is the Charms class.

Professor Flitwick is still very tolerant of students, and the questions he asks are not difficult.

But for most of the little wizards who are not very fond of learning, they are still scratching their heads in anxiety.

Parchment and quills have been placed in the classroom, and anti-cheating spells have been applied on them.

In order to prevent students from leaking questions, four colleges are generally selected to take the written exam together.

As Professor Flitwick announced the start of the exam,

In the huge classroom, only the rustling sound of the pen tip touching the parchment echoed.

As expected, Argus was the first to finish the written test, and in the envious eyes of everyone, he handed the parchment to Professor Flitwick.

"Perfect answer!" Professor Flitwick looked at it for a few times and exclaimed exaggeratedly!

"Mr. Grindelwald, I hope you can bring me more surprises in the use of spells next time!"

"As you wish, Professor Flitwick!"

Argus bowed slightly and strode out of the classroom.

Unlike Argus, Hermione always struggled when doing questions, trying to write the answers as perfect as possible.

Even though she, like Argus, had memorized the first-grade textbooks by heart, she still waited until the end to hand in the test paper.

As soon as she walked out of the examination room, Hermione couldn't wait to get close to Argus to check the questions.

She looked like a top student who checked the answers after the exam in his previous life.

Argus really wanted Hermione not to be involuntarily.

But thinking back, the most introverted person... seems to be him.

Not far away, Draco, Goyle and others stood aside and trembled, not daring to answer.

Although they had Argus's guarantee, they knew what they had learned.

If they really got one or two Ts back home, their elders at home would strangle them without Argus saying anything.

"Okay, the exam is over, don't worry about it here."

Argus smiled and comforted the lost little witch in front of him.

Hermione pouted, her eyes full of unwillingness: "If you give me a few more minutes, I will definitely be able to write all the answers in the book."

"The space given on that parchment is too small, there is not enough to write!"

Soon, Professor Flitwick rearranged the classroom.

Let everyone enter the classroom to take the exam in the order of the original sorting.

The content of the exam is also very simple, just let a pineapple dance across the desk.

After speaking, Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and pineapples appeared on everyone's desk one by one.

For ordinary little wizards, they may need to think about what spells are needed, but for Argus, this kind of thing is too simple.

After a few taps of the wand, pineapple slowly grew hands and feet under her feet, and she wore a pair of exquisite dancing shoes.

With the rhythm of the palms clapping, pineapple used her round body to tell everyone what a dancer is.

The graceful dance steps combined with its naive movements made Professor Flitwick laugh.

"Great, Mr. Grindelwald!"

"It's a pity that you are not a student of Ravenclaw. With you, I can save a lot of worries!"

Argus smiled and did not respond.

With his case, other little wizards felt that perhaps this exam was not as difficult as they imagined.

But when they actually did it, they found that the exam was not difficult!

It was clear that Argus was not on the same level as them!

The smarter ones would choose to stop and think again. Anyway, there was no time limit for the exam, and it was better to take a slower time than to fail the exam.

Some people just don't believe it.

For example... Ron!

Children of this age just like to be in the limelight, so how can he watch Argus take the lead alone?

"Evil Slytherin! He can only use some black magic!"

He glared at Argus angrily, picked up his wand and pointed it at the pineapple in front of him.

But the strength and performance of the Savior Team without Hermione are not even a little bit worse than the original.

They may not even be able to cast the spells taught by the teacher in class, let alone take the exam!

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the pineapple in front of Ron instantly grew seven or eight legs, like a giant octopus by the Hogwarts lake, rushing towards the surrounding little wizards with its fangs and claws.

The other little wizards were startled, and the pineapple that had just changed a little bit was instantly beaten back to its original form.

More importantly, his pineapple disturbed the explosive genius of Hogwarts!

Bang! Bang!

The pineapple on Seamus's desk exploded, and the orange-yellow flesh even splashed on Professor Flitwick's face.

"Clean it up!"

Professor Flitwick was a duel champion after all, and his reaction was extremely quick. He immediately cleared the affected table and prepared a new pineapple for the little wizard.

"Professor Flitwick, this is an accident, please give me another chance!"

Ron, who realized that he almost got into trouble, begged for mercy.

Unfortunately, it was too late!

Although Professor Flitwick was gentle, he would not indulge blindly.

One exam was over, and the next one was coming soon.

Professor McGonagall's serious face made many little wizards feel a little uneasy.

The Transfiguration exam was not as simple as the Charms class.

After the written test, Professor McGonagall asked them to turn a mouse into a snuff box. The more exquisite the box, the higher the score.

With Argus's Transfiguration, it was not difficult to complete the exam, but he needed to think about what kind of snuff box would be considered exquisite.

After a little thought, Argus first turned the mouse into a high-end silver-gray box, and then began to carve patterns on the box.

The Hogwarts Castle filled with smoke, and the black lake with ripples.

A giant octopus could be seen wandering inside.

"Professor McGonagall, I'm done!"

After doing all this, Argus raised his hand to indicate.

Professor McGonagall was not surprised by this, and even felt that it was natural.

But when she really saw the snuff box made by Argus, she couldn't help but stare at it.

"Mr. Grindelwald, your talent is amazing!"

"I never thought that a first-year wizard could understand the essence of Transfiguration!"

"You taught me well." Argus said modestly.

"Mr. Grindelwald, don't be so modest."

"No matter how good the teaching is, it is impossible to complete it without talent."

Professor McGonagall took out a quill and drew a big O behind Argus's name.

"Okay, Mr. Grindelwald, don't put pressure on the young wizards here."

"Hurry up and prepare for the afternoon potion class exam. Miss Granger will not easily give you the first place in the grade."