Crabbe and Goyle said, "You know. Now, my dad has been friendly with the authority on the wizarding exams for years, Professor Marchbank of Gresoda, and we've asked her to sort everything out. ”

"Do you think that's true?" Hermione whispered to Harry and Ron in panic.

"If that's true, there's nothing we can do." Ron said dejectedly.

"I don't think that's true." Neville said quietly behind them, "Because Professor Marchbank of Gressoda was a friend of my grandmother, and she never mentioned the Crabbes. ”

"What are her hobbies? Neville? Hermione immediately asked, "Is she harsh?" ”

"It's a lot like grandma, really." Neville said in a muffled voice. This is Neville's highest evaluation of the word "severe".

While there was much talk about whether the examiners were strict or whether there might be a "back door", the black market drug trade was thriving — drugs that increased intelligence and cured insomnia were selling well in the fifth and seventh grades.

The pressure of exams has led to a lot of late sleeps and late nights for students in both grades. Most people, so to speak, listen to the professors' questions and explanations with dark circles under their eyes every day.

In the lobby, Andick Mack, a sixth-grade Ravenclaw student, is teaching his younger siblings, "Want to know how I suddenly improved and got nine excellent grades?" ”

Harry and Ron pricked up their ears and stuck into the crowd, there were only 12 exams in O.W.Ls, and 9 excellent grades stimulated the younger students around Mike to stay.

The senior took out his so-called only secret in the urging of everyone, which was a small bottle of brain tonic medicine, which was crystal clear. It is claimed to help the person who takes it to summon all his wisdom in a matter of hours.

"Just 12 Galleons a bottle." "A little bit at a time, it's enough for two people." Think about it, 12 Galleons for a good future, it's not expensive at all. ”

As a person who has come over, the senior has a better understanding of the mood of the students who are taking the exam. The O.W.Ls exam for the fifth grade is also related to the selection of courses in the sixth and seventh grades and the employment after graduation in the future, and basically everyone is in a hurry.

"How? Harry. Ron poked Harry with his elbow, they didn't have a lot of confidence in this vital exam.

"This bottle is enough for the two of us, and when I graduate and find a job, I'll pay you back." Harry's wallet could afford to pay for it, and Ron was going to ask him if he owed him half a bottle of brain tonic on credit.

"Okay senior, don't joke with us." Aitch shoved Michael's hand and brain tonic into the senior's pocket, "We need more time to review." ”

"Oh, Edge, we want to buy that!" Ron shouted.

Aitch rubbed his nose and wanted to speak, but closed his mouth again with half a big mouth, just shook his head, turned and left.

Hermione slammed the book Ron's back, angrily, "Don't be stupid, I haven't heard of it! Senior Mike was ...... when he was peddling brain tonic in the Ravenclaw break room Did someone warn that it should not be replaced by a refreshing potion mixed with water? You might as well get some Dinger's dragon claw powder to deal with it. ”

"Dinger got dragon claw powder?" Ron said eagerly. "How come I don't know anything?"

"Not a lot. Hermione said, "And I didn't confiscate it either." None of this stuff really works, you know. ”

"The dragon's claw has a role!" "Your assumption is incredible, and it really gives your brain a little bit of a boost like a brain tonic boost." Hermione, please, give me a handful, come on, it can't hurt—"

"This material can." Hermione said horribly, "I've seen it, it's actually dried sheep dung." ”

Harry retched cooperatively, not daring to mention a way to stimulate his brain.

During Charms class, Professor Flitwick asked everyone to copy down the exam time, "Your O.W.Ls will last for two weeks. You will present theory on paper in the morning and practice in the afternoon. Of course, your astronomy practice exams are in the evening. ”

"Now, I must warn you most urgently: the anti-fraud spell has been cast on your exam papers. Quill pens for automatic answers are banned in the exam classroom, as well as clothes trimming and self-correcting ink that can be used for memorization, dismantling, plagiarism, and so on. Every year, I'm afraid I have to say, at least one student thinks he or she can preach the laws of wizarding examination authority. But I'm sure we won't have it in Ravenclaw. ”

Monday was the first Charms exam, so the dinner party the day before was no longer the joy of the weekend, and the atmosphere was depressing.

Hiss - Harry suddenly took a breath of cold air, the scar on his forehead was heating and aching.

"What's wrong? Harry? Ron sat right next to him, noticing Harry's abnormality, "It's starting to hurt again?" ”

"Hmm. But it's okay. Harry nodded, this time the "warning" came suddenly, and retreated quickly, like a needle piercing his skin. It was never short, as if Voldemort was joking with him, saying hello.

At this moment, when the dinner was about to end, the fifth and seventh graders tacitly commotioned. Dumbledore, seated in the professorship, silently led Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape around the hall to the door, where they stood with a small group of old-fashioned witches and wizards.

Professor Marchbank, a small, somewhat hunched witch, withdrew her glistening gaze from her glance across the hall, and the wrinkles on her face looked like cobwebs on the curtains.

Dumbledore stood in front of her and spoke humbly to her. "Welcome, Professor Marchbank, how was the trip?"

This is a very old professor, an experienced examiner, and it is said that Dumbledore and Voldemort were also tested by the N.E.W.TS (Ultimate Wizarding Exam) of the year!

Professor Marchbank was old, so he seemed a little deaf, considering that they were only a step apart, and her answer to Dumbledore was too loud for anyone closer to the door in the hall to hear.

"Travel was ok, yes, ok. It's just that something went wrong halfway, so it's a little late. Professor Marchbank explained why he was late.

"Until now, I haven't heard anything about 'that person'!" She added, "I guess, no one knows where he is, right?" ”

Dumbledore knew that the senior was talking about Voldemort, "There is no one, but I will catch him." ”

"I suspect that," called Professor Marchbank softly, "if he doesn't want to be discovered, there aren't many people who can arrest him." I should know that when he was taking the N.E.W.TS, I was personally testing his transformations and spells, and there are really few people who can do that with wands and spells except you. ”

"Then I think you might see another one this time." Dumbledore said with a smile. "Let me lead you to the department. I guess you'll love to come and have a cup of tea after your trip. ”

It was an uncomfortable night. Almost no one sleeps well – everyone wants to do something in the last few minutes before they lie down and go to bed. In this worry, one by one I sank into a dream.

At breakfast the next day, none of the students facing the exam talked a lot. Each one, the eyes of several people began to blur, and they were still staying up late to read last night; Some of Neville's students are still practicing spells with forks instead of wands, with stuffed things in their mouths and slurred......

As soon as breakfast was over, the 5th and 7th graders wandered the hallways outside the hall when the other students disappeared for class. Then, at half-past nine, they were called into the hall by class, class by class, and all four House tables had been taken and replaced by a number of small single tables, all facing the staff desks, where Professor McGonagall was standing facing them.

When they were all sitting quietly, she said, "You can get started." Then he flipped over a huge hourglass and placed it beside her, where there were extra quills, inkwells, and rolls of parchment.