Hufflepuff's Ernie has developed an annoying habit of inquiring about other people's revision times. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"How many hours a day do you think you can revise?" he asked them anxiously as he lined up for a herbal class.

"I don't know!" said Ron, "for a few hours." ”

"More or less than eight hours?"

"I think it's less. Ron said, a wary look on his face.

"I was able to review for eight hours. Ernie puffed out his chest as he spoke, "Eight to nine hours, I review for an hour before breakfast every day, an average of eight hours. If it goes well, I can study for 10 hours on weekends. I studied for nine and a half hours on Monday, not so well on Tuesday, only seven hours and a quarter of an hour, and then ...... on Wednesday"

If time permits, he will go on and on, detailing how he managed to squeeze out revision time.

Looking at the way he looks, if others have less time to review than him, he will get great satisfaction from the process of comparison.

It's not something to brag about, the key is not how much time you have, but whether you really master all the knowledge points.

If Aven wants to, he can review as long as he wants in a day, and there is no time limit at all......

In addition, he also found that students who were obviously good at studying would deliberately say that they were poor when asked about their grades in classwork, and then began to analyze their shortcomings in front of many students who were actually worse than them.

This kind of thing happened to Hermione, Harry, and Ron repeatedly.

For example, she got an excellent last class assignment in her History of Magic class, but Professor Binns still pointed out Hermione's shortcomings, which made her care, and she said it to Evan, Harry, and Ron many times, analyzing why she wrote the way she did.

Aven's results exceeded expectations, and Harry and Ron were both just passing, much worse than Hermione.

Not surprisingly, when Hermione finished analyzing it in a serious way, Ron would become very unhappy.

It wasn't long before he took the initiative to bring it up again, and Hermione liked to talk about it......

It wasn't a show-off, Hermione was probably genuinely nervous.

Of course, she is not on the same level as the others.

Her small worries were cruel to Aven, Harry, and Ron.

In addition, information about the examiners of this exam, that is, the staff of the Wizarding Examination Administration, is also circulating among the students, especially those in charge, and many students from wizarding families say that they have a lot of friendship with them in their families.

Looking at their appearance, it seems that because of this, those examiners will open up to them when the time comes.

Even Hermione was concerned about it, wanting to know what kind of people they were.

Neville's grandmother knew Gestilda Marchban, the head of the Wizarding Examination Authority.

"How's she going, Neville?" Hermione asked immediately after Neville said he knew March's class, "Is it harsh?"

"It's kind of like grandma, really. Neville lowered his voice and said, "I hope I don't know ......."

"That's not a bad thing, Neville, maybe ......"

"I don't think it's a difference!" Neville said even more sadly, "Grandma always said to Professor March, I'm not as good as my dad, well, you've seen what my grandma was like at St. Mungo, she's just like my grandma. ”

That was the end of the conversation, the first time Neville had ever heard them meet at the Wizarding Hospital.

What is the situation in the seventh grade, Evan doesn't know, but in short, the fifth grade students are becoming more and more abnormal now!

In order to concentrate, improve brain power, and cure insomnia, there is a thriving black market among them.

Evanclaw's sixth-year Eddie Camitchell wanted to sell them a bottle of Barfay's Sophober, which Harry and Ron were intrigued by, and Eddie swore that he had earned nine "Distincts" in his O.w.Ls exams last summer, all of which he had relied on, and that a full pint would cost twelve Galleons.

Ron assured Harry that he would return his half of the money to him as soon as he left Hogwarts and found a job.

But before they could close the deal, Hermione confiscated Camicell's bottle and poured its contents down the toilet.

"Hermione, we want to buy it!" Ron shouted.

"Don't be stupid!" she snapped, "you might want to buy Harold Dingo's dragon claw powder and then run out of them." ”

"Dingo has dragon claw powder?" Ron asked eagerly.

"Not now!" Hermione said, "confiscated by me and Aven, don't forget who you are, Ron, you're a prefect, you should know that none of this stuff works, we ......"

"Dragon's Claw Powder does work!" Ron said, "It works amazingly, it does improve your memory, and for a few hours your brain is very smart, Hermione, let me have a little bit, okay, it won't hurt." ”

"This thing is harmful. Hermione said sternly, "I've looked closely, but it's actually the dried of a fox fox." ”

As soon as they heard this, Harry and Ron were not so interested in the Brain Awakening.

Evan had a potion to refresh himself, but neither of them was too interested in it, what they needed was something that would suddenly become smart enough to memorize all the test points, not a potion that would keep them awake.

In such an inexplicable anxious atmosphere, they waited for the time and specific arrangements for the O.w.Ls exam.

"As you can see!" Professor McGonagall said as the students transcribed the dates and times of the exams on the blackboard, "your O.w.Ls exams will last for two weeks, and you will take a written exam in the morning and a practical exam in the afternoon. Of course, your astronomy practice exams are scheduled in the evening. ”

"Now, I must remind you that your exam papers have been subjected to the strictest anti-cheat spells, and it is strictly forbidden to bring auto-answer quill pens into the exam hall, as well as memory balls, detachable entrainment cuffs, and auto-error correction ink. I'm afraid to say that it seems like every year at least one student thinks he can get past the rules of the Wizarding Examinations Board. I just hope that Gryffindor doesn't have such people, that will embarrass me, I hope you can rely on your own efforts, do your best to face this exam, you have to think about your future. ”

"Excuse me, Professor!" Hermione said, her hand in the air, "when will we know our grades?"

"In July, an owl will send it to you. Professor McGonagall said.

"Great!" whispered Dean Thomas, "we don't have to worry about it until the holidays." ”

"Alright, you go back and get ready, Aven, come over for a moment, I'd like to talk to you alone. Professor McGonagall said.

Not surprisingly, as the only student who skipped the exam, Professor McGonagall gave Evan a special advice.

She still believes in Aiwen's level, and just hopes that he can pay enough attention to this exam.

Evan's exam qualification was specially applied to the Wizarding Examination Board, and he only had this one chance, and he would not take the exam again with the fourth-year students next year......