While Malfoy was still sitting on the long-delayed express train, watching the scenery along the way, breakfast time for the Hogwarts students began.

The window above the auditorium was opened, and the owl sent today's Daily Prophet into the school.

"I remember April Fool's Day long gone. Ron tossed the latest issue of the Daily Prophet on his desk, his face as ugly as if he had just swallowed dozens of slugs, making him sick to his stomach, even if his favorite food was in front of his eyes, he didn't want to take a bite

He pointed at the soup-soaked Daily Prophet, which had been covered with a full page of reports about how Malfoy had been forced away by a hard-line Dumbledore.

"What we can foresee is how Mr. Malfoy, who was still a minor, was forced by that authority to make a radical act of resistance. The report said.

"Does that mean he's coming back to class today? No punishment at all? It's the funniest joke I've ever seen. ”

"That's ridiculous!"

Harry looked numb, but not as excited as Ron, and he was still immersed in the grief of Dumbledore's death.

"That's how his dad is said to have gotten away with it. Ron said indignantly.

"When I was in the second year, the basilisk in the secret room also said that he had been caught in the Imperius curse!"

"Weasley, loud noise, Gryffindor deduct ten. "It wasn't Snape who deducted points, it was Professor McGonagall.

It can be seen that she is not in a good mood.

There is no way to refuse a hard order from the Ministry of Magic.

From a teacher's point of view, she wanted to believe that the student was okay.

But she was also there at the time, Malfoy's eyes were clear, it didn't look like he was being manipulated by the Imperius Curse, if he was really innocent, he would definitely not have acted like this,

She also believed that Dumbledore could not have allowed any innocent student to be wronged.

But now, Dumbledore ......

She coughed a few times, seemed to choke on the hot tea, and with her keen and majestic eyes, she looked around at the students at the long tables on all sides.

These are the objects she is trying to protect.

She had to pull herself together, no matter what, people can't indulge in sadness, the school still has to run, and the classes still have to go on.

The morning meeting was over, the students dispersed, and for the fifth-year Gryffindor and Slytherin students, the first lesson was hers.

"Today we're going to have a quiz. ”

Professor McGonagall walked briskly into the classroom, and with a wave of her wand, a stack of parchment on the lectern flew to the table in front of everyone's seats.

Then the black handwriting gradually emerged from the blank paper.

Exam questions about the Transfiguration course.

"Hmm—" she glanced out of the classroom.

The rectangular lectern in front of him suddenly became shorter, shrunk, and two teams of side-by-side wheels were added to the flat foothold, and then one staggered and rolled under the podium, shook it a few times, and then stood still.

"Alright, Mr. Malfoy, this is your place. She beckoned to the door.

Hearing the name, Pansy, who was sitting in her seat, immediately pricked up her ears, raised her head sharply, and then quickly but hesitantly confirmed.

All the students in the room whispered.

Malfoy beckoned and smiled in Pansy's direction, then found the only empty seat Professor McGonagall had made for him.

"Silence!" Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and the four movements immediately fell silent.

A spell that is unique to the exam room.

"I'll leave it to the end of the exam. ”

"Okay, the Transfiguration test has begun, and the direction of the exam has made some predictions, hoping that you can get the results that meet your expectations, and it is also a test of your own level. Professor McGonagall said to the students in front of her.

"Also, Mr. Malfoy, if you don't get my expectations this time, then you may have to postpone this exam until next year. ”

"You've lost a lot of time. Professor McGonagall added.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall. Malfoy nodded in reply, and then began to look at the paper in front of him.

The exam has officially begun,

But even for the exam, some people don't seem to be aware of the situation.

Pansy's face kept tilting in Malfoy's direction, even if all that remained in her eyes was his back.

"Miss Parkinson, it's exam time, and it's best for your eyes to be glued only to your exam papers, and not to make any fury moves. Professor McGonagall walked briskly to the front of Pansy's seat and tapped her wand in front of her eyes in a gentle reminder.

Hearing this, she hurriedly buried her head, stared absentmindedly at her test paper, and pretended to write and draw on it with her quill pen.

After Professor McGonagall left, her eyes slid around a few more times, and she glanced over there, intentionally or unintentionally.

She felt that she must have failed in today's exam, because she had no heart to answer the questions at all.

But it doesn't matter, because I've already gotten news that is much more important than my test scores.

In addition to this, there is another person who has also been greatly affected.

"What are the difficulties in the deformation between fluid matter and solid matter, what problems should be paid attention to, and what laws need to be applied?"

"Control over magic...... Igor's Law of Limit Inhibition... It is important to note that rapidly moving objects are guided and adjusted in anticipation. ”

"What is the most widespread use of the Umbrella Transfiguration Charm?"

"To extract the liquid medicine, the umbrella rotation can drain certain impurities and drain the liquid. ”

"Turn the same volume of donuts and ordinary solid bread into a single-ear teacup, and whoever consumes less magic. ”

"Donuts. ”

Hermione's eyes didn't take a second off the paper, and the quill in her hand was extremely smooth, as if she was really engrossed in the exam.

But the slightly crooked handwriting still revealed her mood, and the handwriting of Juanxiu in the past now seemed a little sloppy.

Like Pansy, her mind was now full of the boy sitting in front of her who had just returned to school.

Her brain was divided into two parts for a while, one part was used as a memory machine, controlling her right hand, which was used to numb answer questions and output answers on the test paper.

Her serious attitude towards her coursework made it easy for her to write answers on the test papers.

As for the other part, it was all about thinking about the special candidate who just joined this exam.

"When was his wanted cancelled?"

"Why was it canceled?"

"What does Professor McGonagall seem to know?"

One question after another came to Hermione's mind.

Because this timing was too coincidental, after Dumbledore's death.

He immediately "got his grievances in the snow."

It's ridiculous.

Also, she didn't feel too much strangeness in Malfoy, it seemed that she had only met not long ago, inexplicably familiar, she wanted to recall, but felt that she couldn't find the answer.

Suddenly, her quill listened, and she was confronted with a problem, the mechanical carrying answer was useless, and she had to shake her head, shake off her distracting thoughts, and concentrate on thinking about the problem.

"Mr. Ron, if you have a problem with your eyes, Madam Pomfrey can prescribe some medicine for you. Professor McGonagall reminded Ron as his eyes were bloodshot at someone's back.

In the end, he could only look at the parchment full of questions with reluctance.

After that, there were no more episodes.

The quill rustles across the parchment.

The exam time ended with the abrupt bell ringing in the distance.

"Put away your quills. Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and the parchment scrolls floated up to her desk in order as if they had wings.

"Professor McGonagall!" Ron shouted as he stopped Professor McGonagall, who had put away the test papers and was about to return to his office.

"Isn't that guy wanted?" he asked.

"Maybe some of the students are already aware of the news, but I need to announce it again at dinner tonight. ”

"The matter has been decided in the Wizengamot court, and in terms of results, he is innocent and a victim, so it is normal to go back to Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall answered Ron's question with a blank face.

"Professor McGonagall, can you fix my papers, I may have accidentally damaged some of them. Hermione suddenly walked over to Professor McGonagall's side

"Granger. Professor McGonagall read Hermione's name, then popped out a piece of parchment

Professor McGonagall squinted through her lenses, which looked like long, irregular tears torn by the tip of a pen.

Then she tapped her wand on the parchment paper, "Restore as before." ”

The cracks closed tightly

Professor McGonagall certainly doesn't make a low-level mistake.

The rift was restored, but the handwriting was still the same.

"Alright. She nodded, her framed gaze hiding tiredness.

The student himself is not allowed to apply any magic to the test paper, which will be punished as cheating.

"Okay, let's go rest, Granger, you look a little tired, are you a little tired?" she nodded slightly, and then asked with concern.

"It's alright, Professor McGonagall. Hermione nodded slightly, her curly brown hair swaying, and her big eyes, which were once full of energy, were now a little sluggish.

The overload of her brain made her seem sleepy.

Ron tried to say something, but McGonagall put her wand to her lips, made a silent motion, and shook her head at him.

"Alright, Mr. Weasley, mind yourself, and I'll give you an account at dinner. She said strictly and didn't reply to Ron's questions again.

On the other side, Pansy and Malfoy have reached the hallway, the former pestering the latter, babbling some questions.

"You're back this time—" The girl had countless questions she wanted to ask him.

"Draco, come to my office. A deep voice interrupted the conversation.