"Okay~ Brandi, don't make a fuss! How can you be ...... like a child?"

Brandi was stiffly climbing up the stairs, his face full of indifference. Hermione snickered behind her, her other hand tugging at the hem of his clothes.

"I know your wand isn't good, it's just a joke."

Hey, I know that I definitely didn't do well in the exam and still show off so blatantly! Brandi pouted, he made up his mind not to say a word, and he had to make Hermione apologize.

But when he went up to the eighth floor, and before he could take a single step towards the Gryffindor common room, there was a pull on the hem of his clothes that was completely opposite to him.

"Hey, where are you going to take me?" Brandi had to turn around and look at her with a fierce look.

"Come with me to send a letter, anyway, the Charms exam is over, how about taking a break?" Hermione said casually. "You probably don't have the heart to read when you go back now, do you?"

It's true that I don't have the heart to review, but how can I let your careful thinking succeed so easily!

So Brandi thought for a moment and shook his head firmly, "No! I want to learn, and learning makes me happy! ”

Hermione was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect Brandy to say such an uplifting remark, and then, her eyebrows were raised high.

"Hey! I beg you as if I were begging you! She turned around angrily, her unkempt hair shook Brandi's neck, and she walked back step by step, and Brandi had to follow her.

"If you have the ability, don't come with me! Hum! ”

……

If you have the ability, you can loosen my clothes.

In the end, he was dragged by Hermione to the West Tower, where the owls raised by the school and the students usually rested.

"It's going to be a holiday soon, who are you going to send a letter to?" Watching Hermione humming a little tune around the shed looking for Hedwig, Brandi suddenly became a little curious.

"I thought you were going to ignore me all the time," Hermione turned back to him and wrinkled her nose playfully. "I'm going to send a letter to Madame Morkin's Robe Shop." She finally saw the snow-white Hedwig in the corner, and with a slight wave of her hand, Hedwig spread her wings and glided down the beam, landing gently on Hermione's shoulders with a pleasant chirp.

"Send a letter to Mrs. Morkin... Your robe is torn too? ”

"How is it possible, I'm not going around causing trouble like Parvati." Hermione glared at him fiercely. "I just want Madame Morkin to help me look up someone's information."

She triumphantly showed him what she was holding, a small crumpled label.

Feed! Isn't that the label on the robe in the treasury?

Brandi came back to his senses, "Oh, I see! Do you want to find out who the gown was ordered for at the time by the number on the label? But isn't this kind of thing about customer privacy...... Mrs. Morkin probably wouldn't have given you the information so casually. ”

"yes, so I just said my robe was damaged, and I hope Madame Morkin will make me a new one." Hermione satisfactorily placed the label in the envelope she had written, and tied it securely to Hedwig's feet. Then she squinted her eyes slyly, "Guess what she will do when she is about to reply to the letter and find that the letter writer has carelessly forgotten the signature and the deposit in advance?" ”

“…… She will call you by the name of the owner of the robe and write back urging you to send the money! Wow Sehemone! You're so smart! Brandi blurted out in surprise.

"Hee-hee, okay, Hedwig, remember to bring me the reply~" Hermione proudly held her little hand behind her back, turned around and pretended to stroke Hedwig, her body swayed briskly, if she had a long tail, she was probably flicking it around happily.

"Goo~~" watched Hedwig pecked her fingers lovingly, soared into the air, and flew out of the skylight of the shack lightly. Hermione nodded with satisfaction, and the corners of her mouth grinned upward: "Then let's go back and review, learning to make you happy, Mr. ~ If I love review so much, I will definitely not be, leave behind, remain, and strength!" Help you! ”

Brandi was dumbfounded, then lowered his head in frustration.

It's really self-inflicted, and you can't live......

Transfiguration is one of Brandi's most difficult subjects, and for good reason - Transfiguration is not like a Charms class, as long as there are no problems with gestures, movements, and syllables, then the wand will automatically release the spell.

Transfiguration doesn't have the aid of a spell segment, in which case the wand won't know how much magic you're going to cast to cast a Transfiguration, and it can only be indirectly reminded by a shake of the hand - hey, man, that's enough.

Therefore, the transformation has very high requirements for the control of the distribution of mana, taking the freshmen for the first time in class to learn the match to change the needle as an example, if the distribution of magic is too small, then the match will be a match; However, if you accidentally distribute too much of it...... Then there will be unpredictable changes, ranging from a change of color to a slightly sharper one, and at a severe point, it will swell, change into other shapes, or even explode directly like Seamo's daily life.

Normal people gradually grasp the measure of magic distribution after continuous practice—that is probably an ethereal intuition, after all, most people's magic is not enough for them to perceive.

But what makes Brandi different from everyone else is that for him, the magic power he outputs will be operated in a dark box when it enters the wand - the whole process and extent of the magic power absorbed by the wand Brandi is completely unknown, and when the magic power used for the transformation is finally left, he doesn't know if he has reached the threshold required for this transformation.

So although he listened extra hard in Transfiguration class...... But when it comes to practical application, it will be immediately beaten back to its original shape.

The Transfiguration practice exam was obviously his most troubled item - even more than Potions class!

So when the clock turned to a hot afternoon, Professor McGonagall had them line up outside the classroom, and the students who had registered their names walked into the classroom in pairs to finish the task of turning a mouse into a snuff box under her piercing gaze—the more beautiful the box, the higher the score. Of course, there is also this process of contrast, after all, it is two people who are deformed at the same time, and a little better will naturally get a better evaluation.

Brandi had always thought that he would most likely fail his Transfiguration practice, as he would conjure strange things nine out of ten transformations, and he still looked like he had nothing to love for the first ten minutes of the exam.

However, when he was about to take the exam, he was surprised to find that he was actually lined up with Crabbe......

Kindness?! Actually an equal opponent?

He couldn't help but begin to feel a little emotional, fate ups and downs, and the world was impermanent.

Especially when she held back for a long time, and reluctantly turned the mouse into a crooked nightpot shape, with the tail and four claws of the mouse, Professor McGonagall could give herself 10 points when she felt pity for herself...... Only then did he see Crabbe next to him turn his rat into a gray-brown poop with a mane and whiskers just enough to fit into his night pot.

Wow! A perfect fit!

At that time, Professor McGonagall, the judge, had a desperate look in his eyes...... Brandi opened her mouth when she saw her, but finally swallowed the words that came to her lips. He almost suspected that Professor McGonagall was trying to tell them to go to Madam Pomfrey to have a brainstorm......

But at least compared to Crabbe, his transformation barely became a container, didn't he?

Considering that Professor McGonagall would at least give herself a slightly higher grade - and a higher rating than a failing grade would be a 'poor' at the very least. Brandi was so relieved that he giggled at Harry and Ron's strange eyes for an afternoon, and he found that he could face the hellish astrological signs of the astronomy exam with great calm—knowing that he could only be sure of one Jupiter, the Earth, and the Moon, and the former was forced out by the Sorting Hat.

Everyone used to be very afraid of Potions class, and the theory was different, mainly practice. Because not to mention whether Snape will contain hatred for the world and unwillingly circle around you a few times - as long as he does, then most of the time he can declare himself GG, except for Hermione and Brandy, the pair of calm emperor and Malfoy, the own son, no one else can bear the refrigeration around Snape.

And more importantly, in the past year, they have learned at least thirty kinds of potions, each of which has dozens or hundreds of rigid mechanical instructions that need to be meticulously completed. And when you take the exam, you don't have chalk words on the blackboard to help you endorse...... Who has such a good memory?

But the most troublesome point was solved by Hermione very easily.

"Didn't any of you notice that the potion making time is four hours? Snape is definitely not the kind of person who will give us even ten more minutes to prepare the materials - the potions to be made for this exam will definitely take about three hours to prepare the materials! We've only learned a few potions for more than two hours this year—isn't that a clear attempt to test the Forgetting Potion? ”

Hermione sprang out in the common room, and then surrounded by a large circle of enlightened lion cubs. Only then would Hermione be sought after by most people, as they had to put up with Hermione's preachy attitude even in order to pass the exam.

Sure enough, the practice of the next day was indeed a potion of oblivion...... Except for those fools who hadn't heard Hermione's teachings or didn't prepare for them seriously, everyone else had more or less memorized the process of mixing the Forgetting Potion. The only thing that could hold them back was Snape's cold breathing at the back of his neck......

"Well, finally, there are only two theories left!" After the day's exams, they were in the mood to wander around the castle, "How nice, there's one day left, and we can go back to the lounge and have fun for a week!" Ron said. I haven't touched a wizard in three weeks! ”

"Don't rush into excitement just yet, Ron ......" Harry rubbed his forehead vigorously, "don't you think it's been too much of a lull?" ”

"Calm? Do you call the exam calm......" Ron jumped up like a cat with his tail stepped on. "I'm looking through my notes in my dreams right now!"

"You didn't understand what Harry meant, Ron." Hermione's leather shoes swiped unconsciously on the grass, "Harry probably wanted to say why Snape hadn't done it yet...... After all, once the semester is over, Hogwarts will be closed, and he will never have a chance to make a move. ”

"It's not like there's another week." Ron disagreed, "And maybe he's given up, after all, Professor Quirrell is still standing there, and Snape certainly hasn't figured out a way to crack his magic yet." And—don't we still have a Lowe now? ”

They thought Professor Quirrell was still trying to maintain his will. But when it came time for the Defence Against the Dark Arts exam the next day, they realized they had gone wrong. Because when they come to the exam room with confidence and sit down...... They were surprised to find that it wasn't Quirrell who was in charge of the proctor.

Rather, Snape......