NovelTags Chapter 198
Chapter 198
Chapter 198: Examinations.
The exam is finally approaching.
Ron and Harry had long since given up asking Hermione about her abnormal schedule, but when Hermione’s exam was arranged, the two of them still showed a blank expression.
Monday Nine O’clock: Arithmetic Divination Monday Nine O’clock: Transfiguration One Afternoon: Charms Class One Afternoon: Ancient Magic Script Such an exam arrangement, the two of them really can’t appreciate it at all.
“I think these teachers are crazy, Hermione, are you sure they didn’t give you the wrong schedule?”
Harry picked up Hermione’s exam sheet and asked cautiously.
He had to be careful because Hermione looked very cranky. She seems to be able to get angry and curse in the next second.
“No, I didn’t take it wrong!”
Hermione glanced at the exam sheet again and said impatiently.
“May I ask, why can you be in two classrooms at the same time? Shouldn’t that be a pointless question, Ron asked hesitantly. ”
Hermione shook her head.
“No, but you don’t need to ask me 31 anymore, I won’t tell you!”
Hermione said directly.
At this time, the owl flew in from outside. It brought a note.
Evan took the note off its foot.
“What’s wrong?”
Hermione leaned her head over to take a look. Evan sighed.
“Buckbeak’s appeal is about to begin.”
Hermione let out an “oh” and turned her head to continue organizing her textbooks as she pretended not to care. But Evan went on.
“Those people also brought executioners.”
Hermione’s bag slammed to the ground.
“By what! Those who have not yet begun to hear appeals, why bring those who are executed? ”
She was furious.
Gritting his teeth, he rushed to the Ministry of Magic to confront the men. Ron was even more angry.
“I’ve prepared so much, don’t they even want to see it?”
Evan sighed.
“It’s clear that Lucius Malfoy won’t let Buckbeak go, and they’ve decided to kill Buckbeak. But I still trust my instincts that Buckbeak will be free in the end, and I believe that! ”
He said firmly.
But Harry, they didn’t have much hope for it.
They are increasingly out of sight of the possibility of Buckbeak surviving. It’s just that seeing Evan is full of confidence and doesn’t want to hit him.
Exam week has begun.
At nine o’clock on Monday, Evan followed everyone to the Transfiguration classroom. Professor McGonagall asks them to turn the teapot into a turtle.
This is trivial to Evan. Evan just waved his wand and did it. Professor McGonagall showed a proud expression.
“Very good!”
After everyone came out of Transfiguration class together, Hermione had been worried that her turtle looked a bit like a turtle, not as perfect as Evan.
This annoyed Harry and Ron.
Because the turtles conjured up by the two of them are even more pitiful.
“The turtle I conjured up has a fish tail…”
“The turtle I conjured up breathes water vapor…”
After lunch, they hurried to the Charms classroom. Professor Flitwick did test them for the Happiness Curse.
Evan’s partner is still Neville. It only took him a second to make Neville laugh.
But after he lifted the Happiness Charm and asked Neville to cast the Happiness Charm on him, Neville did not do it until the end of class. Evan could only secretly use a weakened version of the Happiness Charm on himself to let Neville successfully pass the level.
The next morning.
They ate breakfast and hurried to the exam to protect the magical creatures. Hagrid looked preoccupied.
The requirement for them is to have them serve a caterpillar that does not die within an hour.
And in addition to disgusting, the rest of the advantages of this caterpillar is that it is easy to feed, as long as they feed some leaves from time to time, they can survive.
Evan hardly found it difficult.
Well, still a little, because Hagrid doesn’t allow feeding these “little cuties” with his wand. They have to use their hands to stuff the leaves into the throats of these caterpillars.
Evan felt so disgusting.
Fortunately, Hagrid didn’t keep an eye on him very often.
This gave Evan time to deal with his “little cuties”.
Of course, Harry and Ron also took the opportunity to ask Hagrid about Buckbeak. But Hagrid didn’t have a lot of confidence in that.
He felt that Buckbeak was dead.
“Those people are just going to kill it directly, and I just brought it back today…” These days, it’s been in London…”
Hagrid couldn’t say it anymore.
He wiped his tears and left them. Potions test that afternoon.
Potions class was certainly very easy for Evan.
He just had to stand there and cook casually to get a perfect score.
He felt that even if he cooked a pot of, Snape might praise him with a bad conscience.
Sure enough, when Evan shoved his potion under Snape’s nose, Snape slashed a perfect score on his report card.
And Harry was miserable.
Although Harry tried his best, his chaos potion was still difficult to say. When Snape saw his finished product, he showed a mocking expression.
He gloated and drew a circle on Harry’s report card, like a zero egg. However, after Evan saw Harry leave, he made a few more changes.
Apparently Snape wasn’t as ruthless as he appeared. At midnight, the exam was Astronomy 370.
Evan had to join everyone, holding a telescope and looking at the stars in the sky, trying to figure out their trajectory. Wednesday morning is History of Magic.
The teacher of the history of magic is Professor Binns, a ghost.
He looked so old that he was rumored to have forgotten to bring his body to class one day.
And he will only read the lecture according to the book, a goblin war that should be particularly interesting, and he will talk like the minutes of the meeting, but this course is also the simplest.
Because it only needs to memorize the entire book to be able to get a perfect score.
Evan filled the rolls with gusto, and he was sure he wouldn’t deduct a single point. In the afternoon, they took herbal medicine.
Inside the warm greenhouse, serve those interesting herbs.
Thursday morning was Defense Against the Dark Arts and Lupin came to an outdoor obstacle course.
Students had to wade through a pond with a Grindy Drop and through a series of potholes with red hats. There are also swamps with Hinkpunk, and climbing into old boxes and dueling with a boggart.
Evan was not afraid of the cold now, so he walked out of the box happily after a while.
“Fantastic, if only it were a little more exciting.”
He felt that he should try all the little monsters he had learned. That’s fun.