The fifth-graders had lunch during the break (the four house tables reappeared at lunchtime), and then they descended into the small room off the hall where they waited for the professor to call them for a practical exam.

As small groups of students were called in alphabetical order, those who remained behind were muttering incantations and practicing wand swings, occasionally poking each other in the back and in the eye.

Aitch was indisputably the first to enter the examination room, and was responsible for Professor Marchbank, who was in line. "First of all, I ask you to turn this oval cup into a wheel for me."

I saw that Edge's wand stirred around the cup, and a wheel appeared, and it grunted and swung a few times before lying down reluctantly.

Then, Aitch followed the instructions and performed the Levitation Charm and Amplification Charm, and the whole process went smoothly. Professor Marchbank didn't seem to be as stern as Neville had described, smiling kindly at Aitch and letting him pass.

Even Harry said that a gentle smile made him feel better. Although he confused the color change spell with the enlargement charm, his levitation charm was much better than Crabbe's in the same exam. At the same time, Harry also stopped a mistake in time to change back to the correct appearance when his mouse became as big as a badger.

Next is the Transfiguration Magic, Herb class, everyone's face when they enter is likely to be their grades, those who can have a relaxed face, on the contrary, those who can't always have a sad face.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts assessment is undoubtedly the easiest in everyone's eyes, because when the dueling club was in the dueling club, Aitch was also interspersing knowledge points with everyone intentionally or unintentionally, and when the guys came out of the exam room, they all had a happy smile, obviously meeting their expectations.

The magic text exam is more about memorization, because there are not many people who take it, and most of the people in the lobby are missing, and this situation will also appear in next week's number divination exam.

Dumbledore only occasionally appeared in the examination room, leaving all O.W.Ls-related matters to Professor McGonagall, preferring to stay in the Headmaster's office.

Professor Marchbank joked that it was to avoid suspicion - if Dumbledore was involved in cheating, it would be a big problem.

Snape was too busy to show up for the second week of the Potions exam, and I heard that he had been proctored. But that's good news for everyone. Neville said: Without that serious, frightening face, the potion stirring hand was much more stable.

Because the three-day practical class of literature had to wait until nightfall, and divination was brought to the afternoon for the actual examination, the fact that Aitch had no talent for prophecy was clearly exposed in the face of such a rigorous examination.

Although Age memorized every word in the book deeply, when he looked at Professor Marchbank's palmistry, according to that narrow lifeline, he actually said that Professor Marchbank should have died last week!

So is the professor in front of you a ghost now? Aitch himself didn't believe the answer.

Professor Marchbank seems to be interested in giving Aitch a chance, after all, Aitch had made a good impression on her in the previous exams, and wanted to give good students a chance to sprint for full glory, "Is there anything else you would like to add?" "In Edge's ears, Professor Marchbank wished he could say something else.

But the problem is that divination is not only about giving the answer, but also about Aitch's answer from the table and the book! In this case, Aitch's brain can't explain it.

Aitch felt that if he didn't get all the best, he must be a hindrance in divination.

Fortunately, basically no one is optimistic about divination, and some people even describe the reflection of the examiner in the crystal ball as an ugly monster with a tumor on his nose. By the time he reacted, the examiner almost didn't cry.

The last course was Thursday's History of Magic, where everyone was liberated after answering questions about giants. The two-week O.W.Ls exam ended when Professor Flitwick had collected all the papers.

The witches and wizards, led by Professor Marchbank, will stay one more night, and will not leave Hogwarts until tomorrow morning according to this year's schedule.

The feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe! Once a year, students experience this year, with Year 5 and Year 7 students getting a taste of the wonder of the year and starting their summer vacation early.

Professor McGonagall took Dumbledore's place and led the group to raise a glass to Professor Marchbank, thanking them for their hard work over the past two weeks.

It was supposed to be Dumbledore, but at this time, he disappeared and took Snape with him. This gave Aitch a hint of something unusual.

"You're welcome, Professor McGonagall." Professor Marchbank replied loudly for everyone to hear, "It's also my pleasure." ”

Professor Marchbank took the opportunity to start her thoughts on the exam, "I'm glad to see how wonderful everyone is, especially when I find out that someone might get a full distinction! ”

"I have to say, Edge." Professor Marchbank toasted Edge, "Our Slytherin heirs are good enough. ”

This congratulatory tone, this familiar feeling of goosebumps......

Aitch was completely oblivious to the voices of the people around him congratulating him on his good results, and when the teacup in his hand fell, the memories of the past in the memory palace floated in front of him.

Last year, Dumbledore said that the elves that Voldemort brought to the cave belonged to the Crabbes......

Before the exam, Crabbe said that Professor Marchbank and his father had been friends for many years and would take care of everything......

Yesterday, during the divination test, he "predicted" that Professor Marchbank should die last week according to his lifeline......

As the teacup hit the ground and made a cracking sound, Aitch's mind contemplated the image of someone in Malfoy's villa manor on the night of the Triwizard Tournament final, congratulating him in such a tone.

In my impression, the pale and evil face that was flattened like a snake coincided with Professor Marchbank in front of him.

"It's all petrified!" Voldemort was already in action after Aitch revealed his true colors, and Professor McGonagall, who had just raised his glass, was caught off guard.

And this was just a signal - the wizards who came to participate in the O.W.Ls exam process responded at the same time, except for Professor Horace Slughorn of Potions, all the other professors were recruited!

The convulsion is over, and the rabbit rises and falls.

"Good evening, Professor." Voldemort introduced himself with that Professor Marchbank's face, "Reintroduce ......"

"I—I'm Lord Voldemort, your Dark Lord!" He reassembled with Professor Horace Slughorn, who had just escaped, and the wands of the two were connected by electric light, sparks flying and deep magic flaring, baking the food between the two to ashes.