Exams are just around the corner, and this is a flood for the little wizards in the first year, and certainly for the other grades. Now you can see students holding books and looking at them with gritted teeth no matter where you are in Hogwarts, and at this time, both scumbags and top students are unusually synchronized.

McGoth is no exception, although he used to be a batch of college students who stood out from countless exams, but this only made him not as nervous as others, thinking of nervousness he couldn't help but think of Hermione, he couldn't understand why a super student should be so afraid of exams, with her ability McGoth felt that if she couldn't pass the exam, she wouldn't have to take the exam, and she hardly communicated with anyone now, except for reading books every day, she memorized the spells she had learned this year.

However, although he was not as nervous as Hermione, he could not face the first magic exam in his life with a normal mentality, after all, this kind of exam was also the first time that a big girl had been in a sedan chair. So he, like everyone else, was cramming the textbooks, praying that the questions or operations were familiar to them, and at this time he and Harry didn't have the energy to care about the Philosopher's Stone, and their only wish now was to pass this exam.

The day of the exam is slowly approaching, and the atmosphere in the school is becoming more and more solemn. No one was doing anything unrelated to the exam anymore, and even the naughtiest Weasley brothers were fully engaged in revision. The same would have been true for McGoss, but it all changed when he received a piece of parchment that suddenly appeared next to his bed.

There are only six words on the parchment. "Dumbledore leaving school."

Seeing this note, McGoth was shocked, this is completely different from what he imagined before, it stands to reason that Voldemort should not know that Dumbledore left school after losing the false Quirrell eyeliner, and even if he did, it should be behind him, but now he didn't hear the news at all, and the exam is coming, how could he leave school? This puzzled him, as he left Hogwarts after the exams to give him a chance to do it. And now his sudden departure left McGoth unprepared.

His heart was heavy, Voldemort's hand had completely knocked out his original plan, and he still couldn't figure out where he got the news.

But now that they had been notified to his bedside, he could only go over and take a look, take another look at the parchment, put it away, and then pick up his wand and leave the lounge.

After arriving at Quirrell's office, McGoth first tested whether Quirrell was real or not, and the note made him wonder if Quirrell had been transferred.

"Professor Snape told me." Quirrell wrote down his source of information with a helpless face.

"Professor Snape?" McGoth was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that it was actually Snape who told him, what did he mean by doing this? Now even if he knows the plot of the original book, he is suspicious of Snape's approach, isn't this equivalent to the opponent dozing off, and our side even sent him a pillow?

Quirrell didn't have to say a few words to McGoth before Voldemort interrupted, and it was clear from his tone that he was extremely excited about the news and wanted to go to the box right now. However, he quickly suppressed the idea and asked Magos to go to the wind in the evening.

On the way back, McGoth couldn't figure out why Snape told Quirrell the news, and he was trying to ambush there. And catch Quirrell right in the right? But this is too obvious, even he can see that Voldemort can't see it? And Voldemort is really not a thing, he asked him to explore the wind and didn't tell him any news, not only did he not remind him that there was a vicious three-headed dog at the entrance of the forbidden area, nor did he tell him that he could use music to subdue it, this is not just trying to kill him, but he was not surprised.

Instead of going back to the common room, he went to Professor Flitwick's first, and confirmed that Dumbledore had indeed left Hogwarts, but would be back in a day or two.

"He's not lying to Quirrell, so what's the point of him doing this?" McGoth had the urge to ask him directly.

He didn't borrow the invisibility cloak from Harry at night and didn't tell Hermione about it, he always felt that he was just a passerby tonight, and the real duel should be Snape and Voldemort, but even if it was a passerby, his life would be in danger if he wasn't careful, and it wouldn't be good to harm the fish in the pond or something. So he swaggered down the hallway, rarely wanting to be caught by Filch, and then there was a reason not to go, but the elusive Filch was like missing today, and he didn't meet even his cat until he reached the gate of the penalty area.

He scolded Filch in his heart, and put his ear to the door.

"It's strange, there's no sound in there." McGoth had expected to hear Louwe's roar, but it turned out to be like an empty room.

Carefully pushed open the door, it was dark inside, and he didn't remember if there was a light in the original book, so he raised his wand to get some light first. However, before he could start chanting the incantation, a red light flashed behind him, and he couldn't move. Then he was moved into his room and the door shut.

McGoth thought that nine times out of ten it was Snape who fixed him, he never thought that what he did was really so simple to trick Quirrell to come over, and he had the heart to ask a few questions, but Snape seemed to have forgotten him, and he could only make a statue stupidly.

The flow of time was not felt in the dark room, and just when Magos thought Voldemort should give up, the door was opened again.

Through the faint moonlight in the corridor, Magos could clearly see that the person who came was Quirrell, Quirrell didn't seem to see him and didn't prepare to light up the room, just cautiously approached Lou Wei, McGoth also wondered how Lu Wei didn't make a sound at all, even if he slept, with his three heads and huge body, how could it be impossible to move without moving.

As Quirrell approached McGoth, he was a little nervous, and Snape didn't know that Quirrell was genuine now, and he would probably be ruthless if he did it later.

"Roar..."The sudden roar would have jumped up in fright if it weren't for Magos being frozen, it was so sudden, it was no wonder that such a high-decibel sound suddenly came from the silent room.

The red eyes the size of six light bulbs lit up in the darkness, and McGoth felt only a fishy wind drift by, followed by the snapping of teeth.

McGoth was feeling terrible now, and he couldn't move, so he didn't know what was going on with Quirrell, he couldn't use some means of self-preservation, he couldn't escape, and he didn't know what was going on.

The room began to fall silent again after Lowe snapped, except for the occasional roar.

Then came another statue time, and the room lit up when he felt he had been forgotten here.

Snape looked a little embarrassed, with several blood marks on his body and a pale face, and he stared at McGoth with a gloomy gaze.

"How did you end up here?"

McGoss's eyes rolled to indicate that he couldn't speak.

"Petrification lifted!"

"Professor Snape, the Philosopher's Stone hasn't been snatched." McGoth asked anxiously.

"Say, why are you here?" Snape asked coldly, his expression a little impatient.

"Quirrell forced me to come and explore the wind." McGoth didn't hesitate to push at Quirrell.

"He found you?" Snape's face softened slightly.

"In the Forbidden Forest." McGoth nodded and said three words without saying more, believing that Snape understood.

"Contract?!" Snape swept him with a cold eye, "The Philosopher's Stone has not been lost, there is a century-old devil's net underneath, he has been disturbed by me, and he can't break it at all." ”

"Professor, why are you doing this?" McGoth couldn't figure out what he was doing.

"Verify your words." Snape replied lightly, and McGoth smiled bitterly, You actually didn't believe me for a long time, and specially set up a game for Quirrell to jump.

Then from Snape's mouth, he knew that Snape had always been suspicious of his words, although he doubted Quirrell, but he still didn't believe that Quirrell's weak character dared to do such a thing, he believed that there were other people behind him, this time Dumbledore left for a day, he wanted to take the opportunity to test him or fall out of the people behind him.

"You're not afraid of letting him get his way." McGoth looked at Snape's wound with some trepidation.

Snape sneered, "Lowe was controlled by me with a potion, and the sudden attack made him hurriedly use a few spells, and then I took the opportunity to open the trapboard under his feet and let him fall into the devil's net, and I interrupted him several times when he tried to use the fire spell, in this case do you think he has a chance to break through the devil's net?" ”

McGoth thought it would be better to stay away from Snape in the future, this guy was really ruthless, and he estimated that if it wasn't for Voldemort's help at that time, Quirrell would have been played to death by him.

Later, when he went to Quirrell, Voldemort was as cold as the weather in Siberia, and he was disrupted by his original men, and almost died, so that a wizard like him who was afraid of death wanted to go back in time and slaughter his own subordinates.

Dumbledore returned, Voldemort's chance was gone, and McGoth was back to his days of studying hard every day.

Finally, the day of the exam has arrived.

It was a very hot day, and it was even hotter in the large classroom where they were answering. The professor gave them new quill pens for the exam, all of which were recited with anti-cheating mantras.

And except for the course of the history of magic, the other courses are both theoretical and spell mastery.

McGoth bit his pen and wrote down the last question of the Spell Scroll with a sigh of relief, but luckily he had read it all. Then it's time to test the practical skills, and they go in one by one to float the large rock that Professor Flitwick has already prepared with the levitation charm, and then use the control charm to make a pineapple tap dance across a desk, which is more difficult. He heard Seamus and Ron say that they had only jumped halfway through and then stopped, and they were worried that they would fail the class.

After the Charms class is over, it will be the Transfiguration class, and McGoth can be said to be handy with the part of the written test, and he doesn't dare to say that he can get a full score, but he thinks it's still possible, and his confident expression makes others envious, and people keep coming to ask him what he answered a certain question.

"It's miserable, there are four questions I know that have different answers than you." Harry's face turned a little pale, and he felt that he might not even be able to get a good one.

"The written test is not all, as long as the operation can be done well." McGoth smiled.

Professor McGonagall did the trick up by watching them turn a rat into a snuffbox—the more elaborate the box, the higher the score; If the box still has a mouse's whiskers on it, points will be deducted.

This was completely stressful for McGoth and Hermione Harry, and it was a perfect pass, and Ron had a beard, his face was ugly, he thought it was caused by too much nervousness, and wanted to try again, but Professor McGonagall refused.

Then the Potions exam was not as easy as the previous two, and McGoth doubted that the paper he gave to Gryffindor was the same as Slytherin's, because there were so many questions on their papers, even Hermione didn't finish it until the end of time, and others can imagine that most people felt that they were hanging on to this subject, and Snape, the maker of potions, was crazy enough to ask them to complete two kinds of classes in the specified time, one was a necessary Forgetting Potion, and the other was random, As long as you can make it.

Snape's targeting made everyone angry, but they didn't know if he did the same to the students of the other three houses, so they could only swallow their anger and desperately recall the recipe for the Forgetting Potion, and Snape would suddenly stand behind a young wizard and watch closely, and McGoth saw Neville because he accidentally failed to make the potion in the back, he pouted and wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, so he could only quickly try to make it again. McGoth shook his head, Neville's potions talent was still good, but unfortunately he didn't have the guts, he was too afraid of Snape.

After the difficult potions exam, the little wizards let out a big sigh, and the next test is the herbal medicine class, this course will test everyone's review, McGoth doesn't know how the others are, he doesn't know how to answer about nearly a third of the places in it anyway, he scratches his head in distress, and can only go with his feelings when he can't cheat, and he has the idea of 60 points long live for this class. In practice, he only knows more than half of the herbs, and the results of the exam can only be left to fate.

This was followed by an astronomy exam, a flying exam, and finally a history of magic exam.

Astronomy class was not Magos's strong suit, and like the herb class, he felt that he could pass it, and the test of the flying class put Harry in the limelight for a while, and he was the only one who easily completed the few moves that Madame Hodge asked him to do, and then he did a few super difficult moves. Needless to say, the exam for the history of magic is about the same, McGoth feels that it is similar to the history exam in his previous life, but it is not much changed to the history of magic, Professor Binns does not make it difficult for them, the difficulty of the test paper is not high, and everyone can complete it easily.

With that, the exams are all over.