Exam week has begun, and there is an unusual silence in the castle. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe 3rd graders came out of the Transfiguration class at lunch on Monday, all of them disgraced and devoid of walking, comparing their grades with each other and lamenting that Professor McGonagall had given them too difficult tasks. Students need to turn a teapot into a turtle.

Most of the students end up with some shadow of a teapot, such as the spout, handle, or turtle shell that still has the pattern of a teapot.

Pansy appeared after Malfoy, nervously standing in front of the podium, pulling out her wand and chanting a spell at the teapot in front of her.

Then he watched depressedly as he turned this old teapot into a turtle, but the shell of this turtle looked like a teapot lid.

Pansy looked nervously as Professor McGonagall prepared to give a score.

Professor McGonagall had no expression on her face, which symbolized that she was dissatisfied with most of her students.

The schedule was very tight, and after the students had eaten lunch, they had to rush upstairs to take the Charms exam, which was about happy spells, and to Malfoy, the exam room looked like a scene of gathering pills, and many of the students were intoxicated after casting spells on their partners.

Malfoy and Pansy once again tested the former's acting skills, Pansy's happy spell didn't work at all, so Malfoy could only try to make himself happy and smile so that Pansy would get a high score, and Professor Flitwick had no doubts at all in the end.

Harry went too far and did so that his partner Ron burst into a final burst of hysterical laughter, and they had to take him to a quiet room for an hour until he could recite the Happiness Spell himself.

Then today's exam is over, but this is not the time to relax, on the contrary, many students are racing against time, seizing the review time of this night and crazily cram for it, and tomorrow they will take three exams

Magical creature protection, potions, and astronomy.

The next morning, Professor Graplan, who had taken over Hagrid, was at the edge of the Forbidden Forest early, apparently a teacher who was good at releasing water, and she simply told the students that they needed to observe the droppings of some giant dung beetles, and then asked them to write a report accordingly.

"If it weren't for the unbearable smell, I really feel like this would have been the easiest exam. Pansy complained to Malfoy after the test, and hurriedly washed her clothes with the spell "water like a spring", even if she didn't stick to it at all.

"A lot of things in this world are fair, and if you want to make exams easy, then naturally you're going to have to pay for them elsewhere. That's all Malfoy could say.

However, it is obvious that this principle has not always been true, and the exams of some subjects are both difficult and interfered with by human factors.

The Potions exam in the afternoon was a difficult one for most of the Gryffindor students, and the haunting Potions professor, Snape, was circling around them, and if Harry had been able to perform normally, he might have performed at most thirty percent under the gaze of Snape's dark eyes for a few days.

What's more, according to the difficulty of today's exam, even if he is allowed to play normally, it will not help.

For the only time Snape hadn't been around them, Harry saw the man with greasy hair who seemed to be whispering something to some of the Slytherin students.

He guessed that Snape was helping them cheat.

Most of the students' potions were a mess, especially Neville, who was no longer afraid of Snape himself, but perhaps he really didn't have much talent in potions, Neville's cauldron glowed an eerie green, and Harry took the moment to glance at Hermione's potion behind him, it was a shiny purple, gurgling and bubbling out, and at the same time there was a rising mist around him, with a hint of magic.

Harry's knowledge of what he had shoved into his head before the exam told him that Hermione was almost impeccable.

But when it came time for the final rating, Snape was still staring at their potion with the same pale face, his eyes full of disgust.

As Harry was tidying up his utensils, he tried to pretend to be inadvertently bypassing Snape's side and saw the parchment he was tasked with recording the scores.

Many of the Slytherin students had made a mess of black potions, like bubbling magma, but Snape gave them a very high score, and Hermione's potion was passable.

As for Harry as he was about to see his results, Snape's deep eyes met him.

"If you'd like to know your results ahead of time, I wouldn't mind telling you right away, curious Mr. Potter. Snape tugged at the corners of his mouth, smiled maliciously, and said in a sinister way, as if he was enjoying the moment of being in charge of life and death.

So Harry had no choice but to flee.

Harry would not have known that every time Snape looked at him, it would make waves in the heart of this indifferent man, and every time he saw those almond-shaped green eyes, it was an extremely tangled struggle for Snape, and it would always remind him of those memories full of bitterness and remorse.

But this is probably the only way he remembers the people he loves the most, and perhaps there is a small amount of happiness mixed in with it, which no one will know.

Then the students' exams were not even let go of midnight, after all, astronomy exams could not be assessed during the day, and the stars reflected under the dim starry sky were the objects that the students needed to focus on, looking up at the bright stars overhead, Malfoy unconsciously remembered a sentence.

"There are only two things in the worldThere are only two things in the world that can deeply shock our hearts, one is the brilliant starry sky above our heads, and the other is the sublime moral law in our hearts. Malfoy whispered.

This is a phrase that he quite likes, and some people may think it is a little vulgar, but even if he has not studied philosophy deeply and knows the real ideas of those philosophers, he still admires this sentence

"I think there's another thing, and that's extraordinary intelligence. An ethereal voice suddenly came from behind Malfoy, burrowing into his ears, and a petite figure appeared before his eyes, the faint moonlight pouring down, as if gilding the faint blonde hair of the girl in front of him, with a pair of carrot earrings hanging from her ears, and a necklace made of butterbeer stoppers hanging from her chest.

These iconic symbols clearly reveal the identity of this girl - Luna Lovegood.

"This is where third-graders take exams, how could you be here. Pansy immediately walked over to her binoculars and stared at the girl in front of her defensively

"I've finished the exam. Luna seemed to be completely unaware of her hostility, and replied to Pansy's question with ease, her slightly bulging silver-gray eyes filled with a different kind of look.

"I've been here before I know it, haven't you finished the exam yet?" Luna asked.

"We're not as simple as you!" Pansy said angrily, the third-grade and second-year assessments were completely different, and she was laying a chart under her telescope that had just begun to write, and she was still confused.

"The three students over there, they are not allowed to speak during the exam!" The timely arrival of the invigilator finally put an end to this little episode.

The History of Magic is a Wednesday exam, where students are required to complete a paper on witches, and the heat and heat make the candidates irritable, and they keep looking left and right, but this does not allow the boring knowledge to jump out of the books and into their brains.

"Some blue-skinned elves fought to the death with an evil witch many times, and the hateful witch explored the forbidden powers, and she wanted to create life, creating a creature that resembled that elf, hoping to break into their interior in order to fulfill his plan to conquer the elves, but was eventually discovered, and besides, the witch had a murderous pet cat......" Pansy unleashed her imagination on her parchment, turning the History of Magic answer sheet into the manuscript of an adventure novel.

The poor wizard was also sexually turned into a witch by Pansy's pen.

"It's called dedication to art!" Later, when the results were announced, Malfoy saw Pansy's exam paper and asked, Pansy

Shaking his head, he replied.

Muggles had succeeded in tricking Professor Binns, who was a ghost, into giving him a high score, something that even Malfoy had not expected.

Of course, that's all for later, and Thursday's Defence Against the Dark Arts exams were fast approaching, and just as they thought it was Snape proctoring Lupin, an unexpected person appeared in front of them.

"Professor Dumbledore!" exclaimed many of the students, who were now standing on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, their bodies warmed by the scorching sun.

"Although your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has left, he still asks me to let me preside over the exam he has left. Dumbledore pushed his half-moon lenses and smiled at the students.

All the students cheered, they didn't need to face Snape's gloomy face!

It was an unusual one, an obstacle course outdoors in the sun, in which students had to wade through a pond with Grindillowe, creak through a series of potholes full of red hats, creak across a swamp, ignore the wrong instructions from a Hinkpunk, and climb into an old box to fight a new boggart.

Malfoy still only ignored Boggart in the old box, which was an exam paraphernalia, and it would be difficult for the candidates in the back to blow it up.

Shortly after Malfoy crawled out of the box, Pansy got inside, screamed, and quickly rushed out, pounced on Malfoy in horror, rubbing her head against his chest.

But Malfoy asked Pansy what she saw, and she didn't say anything, except for a faint cry coming out of her throat.

It seems that it is always difficult for female teammates to overcome their own obstacles, and Hermione did not do well in this project, even though she was flawless in the previous events, but she still lost her temper in this level.

"I'm not going to fail, I'm not going to fail. Hermione, who came out of the box, shuddered to herself, her eyes seemed to lose focus all of a sudden, and she repeatedly told herself that she was hallucinating.

In the box, she saw Professor McGonagall pointing to a failing exam paper with her name on it, looking at her with a serious look of disappointment.

As for the subjects of the final exam, it was the electives they had chosen, Malfoy was going to the Ancient Magic Script classroom to be assessed by Professor Barburing, and Pansy was going to the prophecy classroom.

The divination test was held in a classroom in the tower, with the curtains drawn, the dim light, the fire burning in the fireplace, and the room was still the same as it was summer, filled with an unpleasant smell, and Professor Trelawney was sitting at the front of the classroom with her huge pile of intricate ornaments and a pair of glasses, staring straight at every student who approached with her somewhat empty eyes, and a shining crystal ball was placed on the table in front of Trelawney.

"Take it easy, kid. Trelawney said gently. "Don't be nervous, every soothsayer needs to calm his mind before performing divination, so that he can get the right result. Trelawney smiled, a slight wrinkle forming out of the corners of her eyes that made her look kind.

"Strictly speaking, it's not an exam, it's just a test, and I'm very tolerant of my students, so you don't have to worry. She continued.

But Pansy still sat on the chair and looked at the crystal ball in front of her tremblingly, wrinkling her small nose from time to time, the smell of incense made her very uncomfortable, and at the same time writhing her body restlessly, always feeling that the atmosphere around her made her a little worried.

"Yes, Professor. But Pansy did as Trelawney had told, got up from her stool, and leaned over to look at the crystal ball, where a white mist rose and blocked Pansy's view.

"I see it!" Pansy said in surprise, and in a flash she saw something obscured by the smoke.

"What do you see, kid?" Professor Trelawney asked in a low voice.

"Two wine glasses. Pansy was sure she did.

"Anything else? Trelawney asked.

"And a broken table. Pansy continued.

"Oh, let me think. Trelawney was back to her chattering face, and the words were on her lips.

"Two glasses?, did the minor see the glasses in the crystal ball?" Trelawney muttered to herself, her eyes dilated by her glasses a little confused.

"This is a strange omen. She said.

"Ahh

"What do you see, my dear?" urged Trelawney, intriguing her.

"The glass is broken. Pansy replied weakly, then asked, "Is this an ominous omen?"

"Breaking things is never a sign of success, and what you want will be hindered. Professor Trelawney's voice grew hoarse.

Then he put his finger on the frame of her eyes on the wing of her nose, and her gaze turned to wandering: "But this is not a bad thing, you will avoid a bloody disaster." ”

"Yes. Pansy patted her heart in fear and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good luck. Trelawney lovingly said she hoped that her prophecy would bring luck to everyone, even if it often backfired.

After Pansy walked out of the classroom, Trelawney inadvertently glanced at the prophecy ball again before she panicked, "Poor boy, it seems that you still can't get away." His eyes were full of sympathy.