The story of Fred and George flying to freedom has become a legend, and those who saw it will probably remember what Fred and George did for the rest of their lives.

And they were in the swamp of the corridor on the sixth floor on the east side of the castle. It became a problem for Umbridge and Filch, as they couldn't get rid of them.

Teachers like McGonagall and Flitwick could clear the swamp in the blink of an eye, but they seemed more than happy to watch Umbridge go to waste, just as they were in the face of Fred and George's swishing fireworks.

Under the influence of Fred and George, there is a large group of students vying for the newly vacant position of Trick or Treat.

Despite the new door, someone managed to sneak a sniffer with a long furry nose into Umbridge's office. It immediately made a mess of the office, looking for something shiny, and jumped on Umbridge to bite off a few rings from her short and thick fingers.

Big bombs and stink bombs were thrown into the hallways one after another, and as a result, it became the new fashion for the students to recite the bubble head mantra after class, which ensured that they were provided with fresh air, but it also made them look weird, like a goldfish bowl upside down in their heads.

Now, Filch had to walk the corridors every day with a horsewhip in his hand, desperate to catch the troublemakers, but the problem was that there were so many of them that he didn't know which way to look.

The investigative team tries to help him, but their members always have strange things. Warrington of the Slytherin Quidditch team is said to have been admitted to the school hospital and he had a terrible skin condition that looked like he was covered in a layer of cornflakes.

Now, it's clear how much quick-fix skipping candy Fred and George sold before they left Hogwarts. No sooner had Umbridge entered his classroom than the students inside began to pass out, vomit, develop a severe high fever, or spurt nosebleeds from both nostrils.

She screams in frustration to get to the bottom of these mysterious illnesses, but the students insist that she has "Umbridge syndrome". After four classes in lockdown and still not being able to discover their secrets, she threw in the towel and allowed the bleeding, fainting, and vomiting students to leave her classroom in droves.

But even the students who used the truancy candy were no match for Peeves, the master of troublemakers, who seemed to have Fred's parting words to heart. He shrieked and laughed, flew over the school, flipped over the desk, burst out of the blackboard, and knocked down statues and vases, and on two occasions he had put Lady Loris in a suit of armor and was still screaming when the furious Administrator rescued it. Peeves smashed lanterns, extinguished candles, juggled with burning torches above screaming students' heads, pushed stacks of neatly stacked parchment into the fire or thrown out the window, unplugged all the faucets in the bathroom, soaked the entire third floor in soup, and threw a pack of tarantulas into the center of the auditorium at breakfast time. Whenever he wanted to pause, he would spend hours following Umbridge closely, sneering loudly whenever she spoke.

These things have become meaningless for some students, for example, for fifth graders, because the .ls exam is finally here.

Time flies, like being run wildly by a wild dog that has escaped its reins, and in the blink of an eye, June has come.

The castle's grounds glistened in the sunlight as if they had just been painted, the clear sky reflected on the glittering, calm lake, and the satin-smooth green grass occasionally rippled in the soft breeze.

Teachers no longer give them homework, and class time is spent reviewing the topics that teachers think are most likely to come up in exams.

This atmosphere of concentration and anxiety drove almost everyone crazy.

Andrew probably became the easiest person in the whole grade, .ls exams.

Whenever Hermione was immersed in reading, Andrew would whisper to her, "Hermione, that's not the case here——— you don't need to memorize this——— you just need to write down this ———."

"How do you know?" Hermione couldn't hold back anymore after a few such remarks.

"It's all intuition, trust me. Andrew laughs and says, "It's been built up over the years." ”

"Intuition? What's that?"

"I don't understand, maybe it's how you girls feel when you're in love - you don't have to remember here, they won't go to great lengths to test your names, you just need to know that. ”

In the Transfiguration class, the time of the .ls exam and the specific arrangements during the exam.

"As you can see," Professor McGonagall said as the students transcribed the date and time of the exam on the blackboard, "the .ls exam will last for two weeks. 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. It is strictly forbidden to bring an auto-answer quill into the exam hall, as well as memory balls, detachable entrainment cuffs and automatic 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 wish Gryffindor didn't have that kind of entry. Our new Headmaster—" Professor McGonagall uttered the word, the look on her face was like seeing something she hated, "—asking the House Heads to inform their students that cheating would be punished with the severest possible punishment because, of course, your test scores would be a direct reflection of the new system implemented by the Headmaster—"

Professor McGonagall sighed softly, "—you should do your best, no matter what. Think ye 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," Dean Thomas whispered, "we don't have to worry about it until the holidays." ”

Their first exam, Spell Theory, was scheduled for Monday morning. As a senior sister, Autumn passed the exam early with excellent grades, but for Andrew's sake, she decided not to stay with Andrew during this time.

So, Andrew spent the whole weekend reviewing with Hermione and Luna, and in the evening, the atmosphere was even more oppressive in the break room, and everyone wanted to rush to the last minute to review again, but no one seemed to get anything out of it.

The next day at breakfast, the fifth-graders didn't say anything, Parvati was practicing spells in a low voice, the salt shaker on the table twitching in front of her, Hermione was quickly reviewing Spell Achievement, her eyes were a little foggy, and Neville was always dropping his knife and fork and spilling the jam.

As soon as breakfast was over, the students of the other grades went to class, and the seventh and fifth graders wandered aimlessly about the foyer, and then, by half-past nine, they were called to the front by class, class by class, and returned to the auditorium.

The auditorium had been rearranged, and the four House tables had been removed and replaced with a number of small single tables, all facing the faculty desks at the end of the auditorium, where Professor McGonagall stood facing them. When they sat down and quieted, she said, "You can start." Then she turned a large hourglass upside down on the table, which also had spare quills, inkwells, and rolls of parchment.

Andrew was skeptical that there was any point in organizing such an exam in such a chaotic situation, knowing that the Ministry of Magic was even on the verge of overturning.

Andrew easily answered all the questions before the end of the first hour, and then he fell asleep on his desk.

After the exam, Andrew saw Hermione nervous at the door, still clutching the test paper tightly in his hand, "I'm not sure if I've answered all the happiness charms, the time is just running out." What is your twentieth question——— you are asleep. ”

"Alright," Andrew reassured her, "as long as you play normally, you're basically fine." ”

The fifth-graders had lunch with the rest of the school (during lunchtime, the four house tables reappeared), and then they entered the small room next to the auditorium in droves, waiting to be called to take a practice exam.

Small groups of students entered the exam room in alphabetical order, and those who remained were still muttering incantations, practicing waving their wands, sometimes accidentally poking someone in the back or in the eye.

After a while, Andrew heard Professor Flitwick calling his name: "Andrew Lee." ”

Andrew walked into the auditorium and calmly pulled his wand from his body.

"Go to Professor Tofodi, Falco. Professor Flitwick, who was standing in the doorway, screamed. It was the oldest looking examiner with the least hair, sitting behind a small table in the far corner.

"Your name. Professor Tofodi said.

"Andrew Lee. Andrew said.

"That's right," he said in the old man's trembling voice, "it's easy for you to have this egg cup perform a couple of flips for me, right?"

Andrew easily used the levitation charm to make the cup do a few perfect side flips, and then walked out with Professor Tofodi's loud praise.

The next day was the Transfiguration exam, and Andrew had perfectly turned a chair in front of him into a living pig.

They took the Herbology exam on Wednesday and the Defence Against the Dark Arts exam on Thursday, and Andrew was quite successful.

On Friday, in addition to asking Hermione and Luna - according to Andrew, the magic pattern can help Luna get inspiration to design magic robes--- to take the ancient magic pattern written exam, Andrew finally gets a day off. A warm summer breeze blew in through the window, and Andrew saw that the weather outside was good, and he decided to go out for a walk.

He lay under the big tree he frequented, looking at the dappled sunlight through the leaves, and it was pleasant, and Andrew slowly fell asleep, until he felt a little itch in his nose, and he opened his eyes.

Qiu Zheng squatted in front of him with a smile on his face, holding a small branch in his hand and constantly playing with his nose.

"It's you, Autumn. Andrew said, "You don't have to train today?"

"No—there's still any training at this time, Quidditch matches are all down, miss me these days—you sleep so cutely, like a baby. ”

Cho sat down next to Andrew and looked at the sparkling water. The silence seemed to spread quietly between the two of them at once, and no one spoke, just quietly enjoying the sunshine of the morning.

"How's it going, don't you think I?" After a while, Andrew spoke first.

"It's alright," Cho pillowed her head on Andrew's belly, "I have a hunch that something is going to happen soon———" she glanced at Andrew, "At that point, you're going to leave me temporarily." ”

"What? When did you learn Professor Trawney's trick? Andrew asked with a smile.

"Of course, this is a unique talent of witches, who can sense the fate of their lovers. Qiu said resolutely.

"Well," said Andrew, "I'll pretend to believe it." ”

Cho stood up suddenly, her figure blocking the sunlight, "I'm serious," she said with her back to Andrew, "I close my eyes every day, my mind is full of you, I know that you are not an ordinary wizard, you have a completely different mission, but ——— no matter what happens in the future, don't forget me, okay, this is my only wish." ”

After speaking, she gradually disappeared from Andrew's sight under the reverse light and shadow.

Andrew looked at Autumn's back in astonishment--- Andrew sometimes thinks that the older a woman gets, the more difficult it is to understand, Autumn is only one year older than Hermione, and it feels like two creatures altogether--- Andrew thought for a while, and there was no conclusion. He decided to go back to the castle, and on the way, he met Hermione, who seemed to be in a bad mood.

"I mistranslated ehaz," Hermione said to Andrew angrily as soon as she came up, "it's about cooperation, not defense; I'm confusing it with ehaz, damn ———"

She hit Andrew frantically to vent her anger, and the classmates passing by were careful to avoid them, while looking at Andrew sympathetically.

Even though Andrew asked Hermione to vent his emotions like this, her emotions still didn't get resolved, and almost the whole weekend, Hermione was in a bad mood, except for Andrew, who had to go out of the way when he saw her.

On Monday morning, Andrew's Potions exam was still easy to pass, Tuesday's Protecting Magical Creatures exam and Wednesday morning's Astronomy Theory exam Andrew's were also easily completed, and at eleven o'clock in the evening, they had to go to the top of the astronomical tower to observe the stars.

Tonight the sun was shining, the wind was mild, and the whole venue was bathed in silver moonlight, and there was a slight chill in the air. They all set up their telescopes, and when Professor Marchband gave the order, they began to fill out the blank astrological charts that had been sent to them.