Exams or something, it's all clouds.

At least in the eyes of a group of old pedants, that's how they saw it—although there were a bunch of anxious candidates waiting outside, the professors took more than an hour to stop while they were discussing.

In fact, if it weren't for the most conscientious Professor McGonagall remembering that today was an important day for the OL exam, perhaps more time would have been consumed.

After being reminded by Professor McGonagall, they remembered that there were so many people hanging outside.

Fortunately, none of the examiners present were novices, and they didn't panic when they encountered something, and they directly blasted Alan and them out with a very calm expression - as for the candidates next to them, they continued to assess, and the external excuse was that there were some temporary situations in the examination room, which had been improved after investigation, so now the exam can continue happily.

Seriously, when Alan and the others walked out, the rest of the classmates had a particularly wronged look in their eyes, as if they had been abandoned by the whole world.

The three people who appeared on the scene didn't hit other people's intuition at all - before they were blasted out, the professor had made it clear that there was no doubt that O was fine, so all three of them were more excited at the moment.

As he walked, Alan looked at the twin brothers who kept expressing their excited feelings left and right, and at the same time he couldn't help but remember the revenge he had just taken on them, so he couldn't help but hum a small tune.

"I have a chicken in my left hand and a duck in my right hand—" Well, after singing halfway through, Alan suddenly realized that he had forgotten the words, so he moved on to another song.

"Little white rabbit, white and white, with two ears pricked up—"

"Alan, what are you humming?" Fred asked, apparently hearing this, with some curiosity.

"Well, it's nothing, it's just an oriental tune. Alan smiled awkwardly - the hum was too loud to be heard.

"Well, that's good—" George rubbed his ears, complimenting and grumbling, "Alan, you're using your hands too hard, and this miserable experience reminds me of what happened in a few hours—it was about the same time, and Mommy almost ripped our ears off." ”

"That's true, it was really dangerous—why should we suffer such a great sin when we didn't do anything wrong?"

Hmmm? It's kind of interesting, dear - what's not happy to share, everyone is happy.

George sighed: "We were young at the time, and Bill and Charlie had a particularly violent quarrel, and even almost got into a fight, when we were still children, and we were almost frightened - Mom asked them to take care of us at that time, and they actually quarreled like that." ”

"But they're on good terms now — I think we were right at the time. ”

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The words of the two stunned Allen - he was now confused.

What and what, will you still be beaten if you persuade you to fight?

In Alan's curious eyes, George shrugged his shoulders: "Normal children are frightened, but Fred and I came up with a particularly good idea at that time, and we walked up to the courage to start arguing: 'It's not a way for you to quarrel like this, do you really want to fight?' Do you have to beat the mother to know? Ron is so young, you can beat him, anyway, he is still young, and he won't hold grudges!'"

emmmm？

Damn, is this brother his own? Are you sure he wasn't picked up?

Fred spread his hands: "The two of them didn't react at the time, but Mom was very angry - it was the first time we had been beaten since we could remember, and my ears still remember that feeling, and now it's being relived again." ”

Ron is really a blessing to be alive until now - thinking about the fact that he was almost made an unbreakable vow, Alan couldn't help but sigh at Ron's tenacity.

But it's not easy for Alan to intervene in other people's family affairs, and besides, there is an exam tomorrow - OL is still two subjects away, and it will be easy to finish the exam.

——

Defence Against the Dark Arts class Alan undoubtedly got O, although the performance is still very bright, but obviously the professors have been used to being amazing, and it didn't cause much talk - even the other students, after knowing Allen's performance, are all the same, oh, it's Alan, then he's really awesome, this is a very normal thing, is there any need to talk about it?

To be precise, it wasn't the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that really caused the commotion, but the history of magic.

The professor in charge of the proctor was almost standing in front of Allen, almost watching him finish everything one by one.

Just when Alan spent a long time worrying about completing and checking the test paper, the examiner directly took the paper over and looked at it carefully one by one - it could be seen that he had been staring at this paper for a long time.

As he read the questions one after another, the professor's face changed from initial joy to surprise, then depression, and finally gritted teeth with hatred.

This made Allen look terrified from the sidelines, and for the first time he had the feeling of a real exam.

As the professor finally finished reading the entire test paper, Allen's heart rose to his throat -, you don't want to hang up, right? It's too extravagant to waste precious perfect marks in the history of magic, right?

However, the examiner seemed to be unable to control his temper - he began to criticize on the spot.

"Why don't you know how to cherish your talents? Obviously, all the subjects in front of you have been answered so perfectly, at most there are a little bit of problems, and there are so many loopholes in the history of serious magic?"

The professor's eyes were filled with disappointment.

"The history of magic is the knowledge that reminds us of the past - but you have so many loopholes that you completely cover up the excellent performance in front of you, and I will never give an O to the exam paper you completed like this, and the score it got is only an E!"

The professor said so painfully, with an expression of gritting his teeth and hating that iron is not steel.

But Alan was confused—Professor E?, you scared me!

He wasn't sure if he could play E at 0 after he finished doing it, and the expectation was A, and the result was E, which was really perfect - he still had the prefect's score raised, which means that the score of the history of magic that he was most worried about can now be determined, it is O.

It couldn't have been more perfect!

Eren was in a good mood, but he didn't dare to show his expression at all - if he angered the examiner and the Ministry of Magic, the extra points would not be at all left or right, because the examiners were all very famous in the industry, and the authority to give extra points to the prefect was obviously not as important as theirs.

Fortunately, the professor was also heartbroken and didn't plan to look at him anymore - it was impossible for Alan to change the criticized exam papers, and Alan didn't know what to change.

"Let's get out, let's get out, and use more snacks on the history of magic in the future-" After a lesson, the professor felt that the young man in front of him who was not serious and wasted his talent could still be saved, and blasted him out.

——

After confirming that there was some distance away from the exam room, Alan couldn't help but blow a whistle - the exam was finally over, and he was nervous for the past few days.

Even the most uncertain history of magic can reach O after adding points, so what is he not satisfied with?

He couldn't be happier than Hogwarts didn't have a scholarship, and he wanted to find a place to go crazy and celebrate.

Maybe it's the reason for his luck today - just after he had the idea, a bunch of suitable targets appeared.

A group of old acquaintances - Slytherin in seventh year.

He has been playing since his second year of school, and everyone is about to graduate.

Wait until next year - how many people will have the guts to sneak up and ambush themselves?

The other party's expressions all looked quite good, and it is estimated that the test scores should be good - in fact, except for Goyle and Crabbe, the grades of pure-blood families are generally not bad, which is why the Slytherin grades in the school can be pressed by everyone at the beginning.

They had obviously seen Eren as well, and their prefect was also there, and they were stunned when they saw Alan.

In front of Alan, the group of them began to fall silent - and finally, the prefect spoke.

"I heard that you did well in the exam-Alan, the weather is so good now, why don't we go to the Forbidden Forest and talk?"

Alan whistled and didn't answer, but walked directly towards the Forbidden Forest - for the last time, you can't bully them all the time, this time you don't use spells other than ordinary magic, otherwise it will be quite boring to crush them in the end.

——

Two hours later, inside the Vice Chancellor's office.

Alan with undried blood on his clothes and a few Slytherins with minor injuries on their faces looked like they met at the professor's desk here.

The expressions of both sides were extremely harmonious, as if there was no such thing as a fight.

The two of them even congratulated each other on finding a good job and passing the exam satisfactorily, as if it were true, if there were no wounds or something, it is estimated that the persuasiveness would be a little stronger.

Alan was very happy at the moment - the first win he hadn't won in a long time because of the exam even made him feel the urge to thank the Slytherin veterans.

Although everyone fought a little crazy, and he suffered some minor injuries without using system spells, this fight was indeed a painful one - the level of the seventh grade graduate was indeed nothing to say, and he was even suppressed at the beginning, and had to use his fists to solve a few.

Those guys obviously didn't expect Alan to have this hand - because he didn't open the shield, he was still in the hospital now.

Professor McGonagall was visibly furious—the seventh-year students were leaving, but they were coming, and even the prefects were involved. As for Allen, she won't talk about it - a professional in fighting, if it weren't for being excellent in other aspects and the prefect being dutiful, he wouldn't know how many times he would have been locked up.

A storm of reprimands followed, and at the end Professor McGonagall pointed at everyone, angry.

"Now, while the exams are not yet fully over, go to Mr. Filch - wipe the floor of the hall clean, and don't use magic!"