Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

On the first Sunday in June, Dumbledore finally returned to Hogwarts after disappearing for a long time.

During dinner in the evening, he walked into the auditorium with a group of old wizards and witches.

And these sudden visitors immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding students.

"who are they?"

"I guess it's the examiner..."

"I know, that's Professor Marchiban...the most senior employee of the Wizarding Examination Authority of the Ministry of Magic."

There was a buzz of discussion in the auditorium.

Kyle immediately laid his eyes on Dumbledore's hand...

Fortunately, although the hands were still dry and full of wrinkles, looking like straw wrapped in a layer of skin, they had not turned black, and there were no weird rings on the fingers.

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at the wizards who came with him.

Professor Tofty, an old wizard who walks tremblingly, looks the oldest, but his actual age is just over a hundred years old. He is considered a young man in this group. Last year, he proctored Kyle's spells and herbal medicine exam.

There is also Professor Marchban. She doesn't seem to have changed much. It may be that there are already enough wrinkles on her face, like a layer of spider webs, and even two more wrinkles will not be visible.

But she seemed to be in good condition, talking and laughing with Dumbledore.

"It was a pleasant trip. We have been here many times before..." She looked at Dumbledore and said in a loud voice: "I heard that you wanted to compete with Connelly for the ministership, right?"

"I think you must have heard wrong." Dumbledore said, "My only wish is to be the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and I don't have the energy to take on other jobs now.

"To be honest, just the things at school have made me a little overwhelmed. Sometimes I am even glad that I quit the International Federation of Wizards... This decision allows me to sleep two more hours a day."

"Albus, you are still young, you can't always think about being lazy..." Professor Marchban said dissatisfied.

The expressions of the people around him suddenly became wonderful.

Although there is nothing wrong with Professor Marchbaby's age of more than 130 years old, most people still find it strange when they hear it, especially after seeing Dumbledore's gray beard. I was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say.

"You are right." Dumbledore nodded repeatedly, "How about a cup of tea, or maybe you would like something to eat."

"Just tea, we already had it on the way..." Professor Marchban said.

"good."

Dumbledore accompanied them to the staff room.

But the students in the auditorium exploded. The appearance of people from the Wizarding Examination Administration gave them an indescribable sense of crisis.

This night, everyone did not have a good rest and wanted to seize every moment to review their homework. This also caused the lights in the college common room to stay on until early in the morning.

The next morning, the first exams for fifth and seventh grade students began.

During breakfast, Kyle Justin sat there holding a book and mumbling something. Not far away, Susan and Hannah were asking each other about the contents of "Standard Spells" to see if there were any mistakes in what they memorized. .

"What's your test on the first day?" Kyle walked over and sat down next to Cedric.

"Charms," ​​Cedric said.

The exam was coming, and even Cedric looked very nervous. The jam he spread was almost thicker than the bread.

"Come on." After breakfast, Kyle patted Cedric on the shoulder and went to class.

Sixth grade exams are a week later than fifth and seventh grade, which is just enough time for everyone to finish their exams on the same day.

However, in order to prevent anyone from cheating on behalf of the fifth-grade students, the professor was very strict with them and called their names three times in almost every class to ensure that no one would leave the classroom.

Especially students with excellent grades like Kyle and Connor... After the entire Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall almost sat next to them.

After class, part of the corridor leading to the O.W.L. examination room was blocked directly, and there were lines drawn with a wand on the floor. Once someone crossed, they would know it immediately and rush over.

In just one morning, three students were punished, and each was deducted twenty points... If they were sixth grade students, the points deducted would be even higher, and they might even be put into solitary confinement.

In the following days, Kyle's treatment remained the same, and professors would come to him specifically during every class.

In order to make sure that Kyle was not transformed by someone else using Polyjuice Potion, they would also assign a lot of tasks to check whether his spell level had changed.

"They are obviously taking the exam, so why do I feel like I'm sitting in the exam room?" Kyle couldn't help but muttered after the last Transfiguration class on Friday.

During this week, he had to perform a large number of difficult magic spell demonstrations every day in class. He almost reviewed the knowledge he had learned before, and some of them were even not in the textbooks.

For example, in the Transfiguration class just now, Professor McGonagall asked him to demonstrate the three-stage transformation magic. Even a seventh grader only learned the second transformation.

"If I were a professor, I would do the same thing." Kangna glanced at him and said seriously: "To prevent you from secretly helping someone in fifth grade take the O.W.L. exam."

"Who can I help..." Kyle shrugged, "It can't be Harry and Ron. They can't afford my appearance fee."

"So you really want to go over and help." Kangna raised her eyebrows.

"How is that possible? It's just talk."

Kyle shook his head, "Although Professor Marchban is very old, his eyes are still as sharp as ever, and he is rich in experience. Even if Tonks, the disguise magus, comes, he will not be able to deceive her, let alone And Dumbledore, I would have to be crazy to think of helping fifth-year students cheat."

By the way, on the first day of the exam, Tonks had already returned to the Ministry of Magic. Another teaching assistant, Ty Cross, also had other commitments and could not come, so their Defense Against the Dark Arts class this week has been taught by Professor McGonagall. of.

Originally, Snape wanted to take on this task, but Dumbledore seemed to disagree. Every time he saw Snape recently, he had a gloomy face, as if everyone owed him a hundred galleons. Still the same.

There are no exams on the weekend, so everyone is taking the time to review.

Kyle originally wanted to go find Dumbledore, but he didn't know if he was avoiding him or had left the school again. He knocked on the door on the eighth floor for a long time and there was no response.

In addition, there was no password, and the gargoyle stone beast at the door of the principal's office refused to let him in. The angry Kyle directly moved a painting from elsewhere and fixed it on its head with a permanent adhesive spell.

"Come back, you despicable thief, dirty thief!"

Sir Cadogan, who was forced to move, roared angrily, but Kyle just pretended not to hear and went straight downstairs to the Hufflepuff common room.

The learning atmosphere here can be said to be the best time of the year, with the sound of reciting and reading echoing in every corner.

But there are always exceptions, like Mikel and Ryan, who are sitting in the corner playing wizard chess.

"We are also reviewing." Mikel said plausibly: "Because only when I am playing chess, I feel that my brain is active enough, and the sound of endorsements around me will automatically come in through my ears. Doesn't it mean that we have also reviewed? ?"

Looking at his serious look, Kyle blinked... This kind of review method is simply unheard of. It's really a lot of experience.

Finally, on Monday, exams for other grades also began.

The first subject of sixth grade is also the curse exam.

The theoretical part was as simple as ever. Kyle finished it in only twenty minutes, but he couldn't hand in the paper in advance and had to wait until the end of the exam before leaving the classroom.

Next came the practical part. While Kyle was queuing up to enter the examination room, he happened to see a group of fifth-grade students walking down the stairs...it seemed like their examination was over.

When it was Kyle's turn, Professor Flitwick just looked up and drew a big circle on the parchment.

"Okay, you passed." He said with a smile: "I have gone through all the test questions I can think of a week ago, but none of them can stump you, right?

"Okay, go and call the next person in."

Kyle just walked around the classroom and went out again.

There was also the Transfiguration exam in the afternoon. Professor McGonagall was more rigorous than Professor Flitwick. Although she also scored full marks when Kyle stepped into the classroom, she still asked Kyle to go through the motions.

In the Potions exam the next day, Kyle felt that there was nothing wrong with the broad-spectrum antidote he brewed, but he was not sure that he would get a high score because Snape kept asking him during the whole process. Looking at him coldly from the side.

It felt as if Kyle had prevented him from teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Wednesday was the exam for the ancient runes class. This class was the least crowded, with less than ten people. Professor Babuling sat there with her head spinning, as if she was about to fall asleep, not caring whether anyone was cheating below. .

In fact, there is really no need for this, because the content she published is not easy to find even if you open the book openly. Instead of wasting time, it is better to just get an answer.

During the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam, since neither of the two teaching assistants could come to Hogwarts, someone from the Wizarding Examination Authority took over the task of invigilating the exam.

It was a fat witch who always looked at them with a smile, but she immediately caught three students who wanted to bring special magic props into the examination room. One of them had even hidden something under the sole of his shoe. , but still couldn't escape.

"Your left foot is always very light when you walk. There is obviously something hidden inside." She stood at the door and said with a smile: "You'd better take it out and throw it outside now. If you walk into the classroom, I will have no choice but to You’re considered cheating.”

The student who was clicked blushed immediately, lowered his head and ran to a classroom next door.

The last exam is History of Magic. This has never changed in the past six years and has almost become a hallmark of Hogwarts.

As long as you survive this most boring subject, it means that the exam is over.

However, during the final History of Magic exam, something interesting happened.

According to the fifth grade student, Harry suddenly fainted during the exam and yelled something that no one could understand.

"Potter keeps saying stop...don't touch him...run..."

In the grounds outside the castle, Susan vividly described what happened during the History of Magic exam.

"He seemed to have fallen asleep and had a nightmare. Mr. Tofoday originally wanted to send him to the school hospital, but Porter insisted that he was fine."

"I guess he must be under too much pressure." Hannah sighed: "I haven't been able to sleep well recently, and I always dream that I got zero points in the exam. That experience is really scary."

However, this matter did not attract too many people's attention. Now that the exams are over, they are eager to welcome the two-month vacation that follows. Not to mention Harry, even Voldemort can't take this away from them. happiness.

But Kyle was different. After hearing this, he immediately came to the principal's office on the eighth floor again.

The portrait on the gargoyle's head was gone. When it saw Kyle, it shrugged its shoulders, as if it were mocking.

Kyle narrowed his eyes and was thinking about whether to put another toilet seat on its head, when the gargoyle suddenly stood up and jumped to the side, revealing the passage behind it.

Kyle was stunned for a moment, and without thinking about anything else, he hurriedly walked over.

There seemed to be other people in the principal's office. When he was on the spiral staircase, he could hear faint voices.

When Kyle walked to the oak door, his voice became clearer.

"Headmaster, I really saw it. Voldemort caught Sirius, and he planned to go to the Department of Mysteries to steal something. I..."

"Calm down, Harry..." Dumbledore shook his head and interrupted, "As far as I know, Sirius is currently solving the problems Alastor encountered in another place and has not been caught by Voldemort. He is safe."

"But..." Harry wanted to say something else.

But at this time, Kyle just opened the door.

"Oh, I was just wondering when you would come." Dumbledore raised his head and said: "To be honest, I don't like Sir Cadogan very much. He is a bit too rude. You can change it next time." Sub-painting.”

"I will." Kyle nodded.

"Okay." Dumbledore looked at Harry again, "Harry, I think you should go for a walk on the grounds with your friends now and enjoy the upcoming holiday. As I just said, Sirius very safe.

"Also, don't forget why I want you to learn Occlumency. Maybe this is what Voldemort wants you to see."

"Okay, then goodbye, Headmaster." Harry sighed helplessly, turned and left.

After the oak door was closed, Kyle frowned and said: "Professor, hasn't Harry already learned Occlumency? How can he still dream about those things?"

"I think he did not follow the advice I gave him to learn more deeply." Dumbledore said, "And the Occlumency technique for beginners is actually not particularly useful."

"So what he saw was fake?"

"It might be true." Dumbledore pointed his finger, "In fact, I can't contact Sirius and Alastor right now, so I can only wait for their reply."

"Why not use Phoenix?" Kyle turned his head and glanced at Fox on the branch.

"First of all, you have to understand one thing, Kyle." Dumbledore shook his head, "The phoenix is ​​not a messenger. It can only deliver letters to places where the exact location is known. More often than not, an owl is more suitable for this job.

"So, what's the purpose of your visit this time?"

Kyle originally wanted to ask about Harry's dream, but Dumbledore said so, so he didn't mention it again. Then he asked: "Professor, I want to know what happened to your signature!

"I'm obviously just a sixth-grade student, why would you agree for me to work in the Ministry of Magic!"

"Oh, this." Dumbledore suddenly smiled, "You don't need to thank me, this is what I should do."

Kyle narrowed his eyes. Could it be that his tone sounded like thanks?

"And you will be in seventh grade next year, so working at the Ministry of Magic is also a good choice."

Dumbledore continued: "The conditions offered by Fudge are very tempting. In two centuries, I have never heard of anyone becoming a senior assistant to a minister while still in school, and receiving a full salary. You are First.

As the principal, I have no reason to refuse. In addition, I also asked Chris for his opinion on this matter, and he agreed. "

The corner of Kyle's mouth twitched. He didn't expect that his father was involved in this matter. Before the inauguration announcement was posted, he was the only one who was kept in the dark.