On the day of the fight between Lao Deng and his brother, the principal appeared in the auditorium at dinner as usual, still smiling very kindly, and there was nothing on his head, it didn't seem to be a serious problem, Roger was quite disappointed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bombed-out corridor had been dutifully restored by Lupin long before the students returned from Hogsmeade

But the change of ownership of the Elder Wand is already a certainty, but unfortunately Aberforth should not know the story of the Deathly Hallows, or he didn't take this story seriously, let alone think that the one his brother is holding in his hand is an invincible Elder Wand.

The Elder Wand was still in Dumbledore's hand.

Moreover, Lao Deng didn't seem to want to find Roger, the culprit who caused him to be fired, and went to his office to drink coffee, and Aberforth's approach was not what he hoped for.

People's hearts are flesh and blood, and no matter how rational a person is, he will lose his due judgment when he encounters a person who can accomplish something that he has buried in his heart for decades. He was no less impulsive to resurrect his sister Ariana than Aberforth was to come.

And Aberforth knocked him unconscious and stubbornly wanted to study cloning, which can be regarded as Lao Deng finding an excuse for himself, and even has a sense of self-deception in it--- 'It's not that he doesn't stop it, it's that he can't control that rough brother... That's right, that's it!'

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As the days passed, and as June approached, the days became hot and cloudless, and all we wanted to do was take a walk outside, take a few pints of chilled pumpkin juice to the grass and lie down on the grass, maybe play a game of stone throwing or watch the giant squid dream on the lake.

But they can't do that. With exams approaching, students are not only unable to laze outside to pass the time, but they also have to stay in the castle and endure the temptation of the summer breeze blowing from their windows, forcing their brains to work hard.

No one was going to take time out to mess around with Roger, and Hermione was getting more and more impatient, using any free time except for tutoring every Friday night, and forcing Harry to review his homework with Roger.

Harry had learned to stop asking how she could take several classes at the same time, but he couldn't help but look at the exam schedule she had drawn up for herself. The first column of this table reads:

Monday

At 9 o'clock, arithmetic divination

At 9 o'clock, the deformation

Lunch

1 o'clock, spell

At 1 o'clock, the ancient magic script

"Did she copy the exam schedule by mistake?" whispered to Roger the little savior, for she was prone to anger these days when she was disturbed: "How can a person sit in two exam rooms at the same time?"

Roger snorted perfunctorily and was too lazy to speak, he was holding the magical novel "Earthsea" that Caroline had sent him, and if the author of the history of magic had this level of writing, the number of people sleeping in Professor Spinn's class would be reduced by eighty percent.

The only person in the common room who was more anxious than Hermione was Prefect Percy. He is preparing to pass the N.E.w.Ts (Ultimate Wizarding Exam), the highest qualification Hogwarts can offer.

Percy wants to work for the Ministry of Magic, so he must have the highest academic qualifications. Whoever spends the tranquility of the common room at night is severely punished.

The 6th began exam week, and there was an unusual silence in the castle.

The third-graders came out of the shapeshifting class at lunch on Monday, all of them disgraced and devoid of the spirit of walking, comparing their grades with each other and lamenting that the tasks they had been given were too difficult, including turning a teapot into a turtle.

Hermione fussed and said that the turtle she had conjured looked like a turtle.

Roger turned the teapot into a large snapping turtle with strong limbs, muscular, pointed and powerful claws, good at crawling, and short-tempered, and directly bit Harry's turtle on the same table with willow leaf patterns on its shell to death.

The little savior had no choice but to go to Professor McGonagall for another teapot, and she had a stiff face after the whole exam.

"Can't you even let me stop for a while during the exam?"

"I didn't target you this time," Roger smirked, "Professor McGonagall put those turtles in a cardboard box to unify the transformation, and now the box should be full of corpses~"

“...... Bad seeds!"

“...... Reconsideration. ”

After a hurried lunch, everyone went straight upstairs to take the Charms exam. Professor Flitwick tested them for happiness spells.

This was a disaster for Harry, who had been assigned to partner with Roger. His spells and wand movements were flawless, but Roger showed Professor Flitwick a blank expression of disgust.

Roger's immunity to this kind of magic! Harry wanted to die.

I had to apply to the professor and perform it on other people, so I got the test results.

After dinner, the students rushed back to the common room, not to relax, but to start reviewing the rest of the exam subjects.

The exams went fairly well, except for the History of Magic and the Ancient Magic Texts, after all, both of these were pure written exams, oh, and there were also Potions exams...

The immoral things that Roger has done these days are the ones that Snape remembers vividly. The professor looked at Roger's cauldron from the sidelines, gloating and drawing a big circle in his notebook...

Roger was sure that Snape wasn't cursing him in circles.

By the time the last test was over, the sun had sunk very quickly, the sky was clear, gray with purple tinge, but there was still a hint of red in the west.

People are talking excitedly over lunch, happily predicting the results of the exams these days

"That damn bat spirit, I bet he gave me a fail. Harry grunted as he thrust the tender lamb chops on his plate.

"Don't worry, you're not going to be the worst," Neville said even more weakly.

"That's right, and Roger is at the bottom at the bottom..."The little savior pointed to his little friend angrily, even if he is not the first from the bottom, the top five from the bottom will definitely not be able to run, and it will not have any exciting effect at all.

Roger didn't join their discussion, and after they all finished the exam, he said that these were useful.

On the last day of the semester, the exam results were announced, and in addition to this, there was also the news that Lupin had submitted his resignation, and the third-year students could not see the physical characteristics of his werewolf and the timing of the onset, but they could not also count on the senior students to be unsuccessful in their studies.

A sixth-grader in Slytherin discovered from the moon balance sheet that Lupin always became ill at the full moon, and it was confirmed...