"I really don't understand, wouldn't it be better if the school just closed early? Anyway, there is less than a month to go before the summer vacation, so why waste time here..."In the history of magic class, Roger was bored and complained on the table.

"Final exams are less than a month away!What are you thinking?Did you fail the exam and repeat a grade?" Hermione took a moment to glare at a lazy Roger, lowering her head and taking notes seriously.

It's been three days since Hogwarts was attacked by a demon group, and that evening the professors of Hogwarts and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic went to the center of the Forbidden Forest to destroy the gates of hell without encountering unexpected obstacles, and it can be said that the black stone tablet that was several stories high was easily blown to pieces.

After another day of digging out the demonic trash fish hiding in a remote corner, the strange fog that hovered around Hogwarts finally cleared, and the hard-working Black returned home from the fireplace safely.

And I have to say that wizards are the top construction team, and it only took one day for the people sent by the Ministry of Magic to clean up the corpses and blood of various demons in Hogwarts, and the castle was repaired. In an ordinary society, students would have at least half a month's vacation at their disposal.

However, in this wizarding world, if it weren't for the scattered demons that were difficult to find in the fog, maybe the big holiday that Roger was looking forward to might only be two days.

The chin rested on the table, listening to Professor Spinn's lullaby one after another, while the students around him were uncharacteristically not in a state of lethargy, but put their heads together in twos and threes, discussing with great interest what might have happened in the school the other day.

Hermione seemed to be the only one in the classroom listening attentively, and writing notes.

"Have you forgotten? We're the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament! Harry looked at Hermione in surprise, as if to say that there was no use in studying without exams.

"But the Triwizard Tournament has been cancelled, so how do you know we don't need to take the exam? There's still a month to go, which is enough to revise. Hermione snorted, didn't even look at Harry, staring intently at Professor Spyn, who was telling the bloody scene after the werewolf revolt was suppressed in an undulating tone.

"The school probably wouldn't do that... We participated in at least the first two competitions, and this semester we simply didn't have the energy to listen to what was being said. Harry wasn't sure.

"Call me when class is over," Roger didn't bother with the conversation between the two friends, and lay down on the table to spread out his textbook to his face, ready to sleep until lunch.

Hermione was preparing for her final exams now, she was trying to make up for the lessons she might have missed when she skipped class for a few days, although it wasn't really enough to make up for it, but at least it was a psychological comfort. But she couldn't reveal the plan to Harry, so she came up with an excuse that wasn't very reliable but quite useful.

Isn't it normal for Miss Know-it-all to study hard to prepare for final exams that she doesn't need to take?

Harry didn't notice anything wrong, as Roger was going to sleep, so he turned around and spat at Neville behind him about the various demons that had appeared in Hogwarts, and the little fat man was obviously very interested in the topic.

You know, under the cover of the Ministry of Magic, the Daily Prophet, and Hogwarts, the invading Devil May Cry demons have become rare magical protective animals used for the third project of the Triwizard Tournament, and the negligence of the caretakers has led to this turmoil.

The Aurors who were killed by Fudge were vigorously covered up by the Ministry of Magic, so as not to further reduce the prestige of this wizarding institution that was originally in the ruling class.

Roger thought it would be painful for Scrimgeour to do so. If you want to silence the families of those who died in the line of duty, the price to pay will definitely not be small. I don't know how many of those Aurors are from wizarding families, and if they are in a hurry, they may take out their wands and meet up to give Mr. Minister of Magic a good look.

Thinking about it like this, Roger fell asleep leisurely. It wasn't until Professor Spin announced the end of class and the students chattered out of the classroom that he sat up straight under Hermione's push.

"Is it time for dinner?" said Roger vaguely, yawning.

"I'd love to say no to you, so that you can sleep here until tomorrow morning," Hermione said angrily, "but I have to tell you, it's out of class now, and if you want to eat, get me moving!"

The girl is stuffing her quill pen, ink, textbook, and notes into her satchel in the same position.

"Okay, I see. The creature lazily stood up and stretched, and walked with her, Harry, and Neville to the restaurant on the first floor.

Magic is a very unscientific thing, and even wizards have become extremely unscientific creatures.

The auditorium, once made by demons to look like a leaky cowshed, is now exactly as it was before it was destroyed. The lights are bright, and the magic is still there. Even the villain on the dining table who was carved casually was perfectly restored.

You must know that the four huge dining tables have long been shattered into wooden pencils by the collision during the fight.

"By the way, I also heard from Blake that after the fog cleared, a fat old man with a long beard in a red robe appeared in the castle, and after seeing them, he didn't say anything and turned into a car and flew into the sky..."

"Old man with the red beard?" asked Roger, puzzled as he ate bacon. They didn't stay any longer after Blake came back, and immediately rushed home.

Caroline skipped class to cheer on her brother, but because of the devil's business, she skipped two more days, if she hadn't secretly changed the number left by Aunt Elizabeth to her own mobile phone number, then it would probably have been her aunt who flew over to pick up someone. So there are some other things that Roger doesn't know.

"It's not a red beard, it's a fat old man with a white beard in a red robe," Harry corrected, "Neither of them know Blake, but the acting minister thinks that person might be a demon, and a wanted warrant from the Ministry of Magic has been issued." ”

Roger shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and glanced down at the faculty desk before eating, where the central seat that belonged exclusively to the principal was empty.