"I thought you'd tell her, Mr. Stred."

Dumbledore's figure suddenly appeared next to him, his eyes swept over Lockhart who was lying on the ground, and his tone was a little subtle: "Looks like I'm going to start looking for a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor again." ”

Ike ignored Dumbledore's thoughts, and tapped his finger lightly on Hermione's forehead, and Hermione fell into a deep sleep. With a slight wave of the wand in his right hand, the ground bulged into a bed.

It's rudimentary, but it's enough for Hermione to lie down for a while.

"It's my trouble." Ike cautiously put Hermione on the bed, "Like you said, no one else can help me directly. ”

With a soft sigh, Ike withdrew his gaze from Hermione. He put away his wand, folded his hands in front of him, and said flatly, "If I'm not mistaken, it's all what you expected, right?" Professor Dumbledore. ”

"Unfortunately, it's not." Dumbledore shook his head, "No one can hold everything in their hands. ”

"After all, people do things, and people are the most complex thing in the world."

"Greatness is like magic, and you can't really see a person's ......"

"However, I believe that people who like cockroach piles will always find their way forward in the fog." Dumbledore suddenly took out a paper bag, grabbed a live cockroach pile from it and handed it to Ike, "A candy is the most comforting for a warrior after the war." ”

Ike nodded thoughtfully, with a smile on his face, reached out to take it and threw it into his mouth, and the next moment the strong chocolate syrup burst in his mouth, and his eyes narrowed unconsciously.

"It's a pity, there's no milk." Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, "Maybe we can go to the Hogwarts kitchen and find some." ”

"Of course, the professor ......"

......

On the morning of June 2, just as Dumbledore announced the end of martial law, earth-shattering cheers rang out from the Great Hall. At this moment, no matter which house or grade, everyone shouted excitedly, wantonly venting the negative emotions that had accumulated for so long.

Stewart frantically waved the Ravenclaw scarf in his hand and shouted loudly to Ike on the side, "It's over!" Ike! It's over! ”

"Yes, yes, calm down...... Forget it......" Ike also wanted Stewart to be a little more restrained, but seeing the more excessive performance of Gryffindor next door, he suddenly felt that Stewart was nothing like this.

The eaglets' clothes were still worn honestly, and they weren't thrown on the Slytherin table.

"Alright, alright, gentlemen, ladies......" Dumbledore said with a smile, his hands pressing down lightly in the air, but to no avail. Helplessly, he glanced at Professor McGonagall, who was in the professorship's chair with a cold face, and shrugged her shoulders mischievously.

"Quiet!"

No one dared not listen to Professor McGonagall's words, but she made an understatement, her eyes scanned from left to right, and she nodded in satisfaction, and the needle drop could be heard in the auditorium.

"Ahem......" Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued, "I'm glad to see your faces filled with youthful vigor again, which is good, and it makes me think you have a strong enough heart to accept what I'm going to announce next......"

"Yes, that's right, you need to get ready for the final exams!"

"Seriously, I was ready to cancel......"

"No!"

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, a scream rang out out of thin air, and the Great Hall was filled with wails, and there had never been a moment when the young wizards hated their otherwise amiable Headmaster so much.

"There is good news...... Dumbledore said with a smile, "and given the martial law for more than a month, we have decided to postpone the exams for a week, that is, on June 7th, before the first subject will begin." ”

"So unfortunately, everybody's vacation is one week less. At the same time, with so little time left, this year's Quidditch tournament will be completely suspended......"

Xu knew that this news would cause complaints from the young wizards, and as soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, he turned back to his seat. As he had expected, the little wizards screamed even more.

Compared to exams, the shrinkage of the holidays is more painful.

But that's next week, and it's imperative to get rid of the imminent final exams.

Joy after the ban was lifted?

What's that!

The eaglets are not worried about the final exams, even if the first place in the grade has not been occupied by Ravenclaw for a long time, it just means that the god of learning is not in the Eagle Academy.

In terms of average grades, Ravenclaw is the best at Hogwarts.

Of course, it's always good to get the first place in the grade.

So Ike is still under a lot of pressure.

Without flying lessons, everyone thought he would be able to touch Gryffindor's "Miss Jack-of-all-trades".

And that's exactly what happened, as Ike took a narrow lead over Hermione, who had just sat on the throne for the year, thanks to his excellent spellcasting ability.

If you only look at the theory test, there is no difference in the scores of the two.

On the evening of June 20, the auditorium once again held its annual "farewell dinner". Blue flags were hung all over the auditorium, and the eaglets were smiling all over their faces.

This is almost to be expected. With Quidditch not restarting, the Ravenclaws had no opponent at all.

After all, the main culprit that has been restricting the Eaglets from winning the House Cup in recent years is Quidditch.

Professor Flitwick was delighted that this was the second time in nearly a decade that Ravenclaw had won the College Cup. In addition to last year's Gryffindor's "sudden rise", this trophy could almost be called the "Slytherin Cup", if it weren't for the heroic victory of the eaglets in 84-85, the House Cup could really be renamed in the past ten years.

However, compared to the other excited eaglets, Ike was a little quieter. He still thinks it's a "compromise" on the part of the professors.

After all, he had killed one of Comrade Fu's Horcruxes in the past year, and had not added an entire basilisk to Professor Snape's private collection.

If you throw away your conscience and face, you can be called the "savior of the British wizarding world".

Glancing at the waste notepad system in his mind, Ike couldn't help but glance at his mouth.

Not surprisingly, nothing has changed.

But it's not all without changes, a new skill still makes Ike lament that his life and death in the past year have not all been lost. Compared to it, whether it is a so-called "savior" is nothing at all.

Patronus Charm LV1 has been learned!