Professor McGonagall pushed her glasses and frowned, shouting, "Be quiet while I'm leaving, don't talk to each other." ”

She stared majestically at Harry and Ron for a moment, looking at both young wizards as well-behaved quails before nodding out in satisfaction.

Professor McGonagall had just left the door and slammed the door of the classroom.

With a crisp "click" sound, in the silent classroom, the little wizards looked at each other nervously.

Is Professor McGonagall gone?

It seems to be gone.

The classroom erupted in a loud discussion, and every little wizard was actively discussing what was going on.

Neville didn't do well in this exam, and he conjured a half-rat, half-wooden monster.

Frightened, Professor McGonagall quickly turned the rat back into too much pain.

There is no doubt that Neville failed the exam this time, and he will probably only have to get a D or T.

Awesome Dreadful(D)

Terrible Troll(T)

Professor McGonagall was stern but rarely gave such a low grade, unlike Professor Snape, who was simply a wholesale failure.

Neville had been crying since the end of the exam, but Professor Flitwick had distracted him.

Otherwise, Rig and the others were really worried about whether Neville's tearful eyes like a faucet would make Neville cry dehydrated.

Neville sobbed, "I think Professor Flitwick must be trying to talk to Professor McGonagall about our poor test results." ”

Professor Flitwick's exam was too difficult, and Neville asked everywhere as soon as he came out, and found that everyone couldn't, so he was relieved.

Rig shook his head and said, "I don't think it has anything to do with the exam." ”

When Professor McGonagall was gone, he came over and sat down next to Hermione.

Hermione blushed and whispered if Rig wanted to change his position so that he wouldn't be misunderstood by the others.

Rig looked around, Hermione's roommate Pettier was winking at him, and the other witches were paying attention.

Wizards are different.

As soon as Rig came over, he was all in Rig Cool, and Rig saw several thumbs up.

Ron said enviously that he didn't know when Rig would be able to make one for him, with a plate where he won a picture of wizarding chess.

Ron swore that if he made one, he would absolutely convince Mrs. Weasley to hang in the living room of their house for every guest to see.

Wizards only think that witches are too noisy, and that the joys and sorrows of people are not connected.

The young wizards discussed for a long time, and Professor McGonagall did not return.

Wait until the first little wizard who is so hungry that he can't stand it, he turns his heart on the side and runs away.

One after another, the other little wizards also left.

Although Professor McGonagall didn't say let them go, everyone left, and the law didn't blame everyone.

Rig had been frowning on the way to the auditorium, not at all happy to do well.

He whispered his guess with three other people.

If Quirrell wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone, then the best time for him to do so is when all the professors are examining or proctoring.

Today, Professor Flitwick suddenly came to see Professor McGonagall, and Rig saw it clearly because he was at the door.

Professor Flitwick had no smile on his face, very different from his usual face.

Rig was tempted to take a look down the hallway, but neither Hermione nor Ron agreed.

Yes, it was Ron who disagreed.

Ron looked at Rig as if he was looking at some monster, his eyes widened, and his red hair grew even brighter.

"Tomorrow afternoon is the history of magic exam." Ron wanted to shake Rig's head and pour the water out of his head.

"Hermione dragged us over the history of magic for so long, and the papers we've done are higher than Professor Flitwick's."

Ron shook his head and said, "Even if there are ten trolls in the classroom tomorrow, I'll finish writing the history of magic." ”

Moreover, the history of magic is the subject that Ron is most sure of getting an E, and even an E can deal with Mrs. Weasley, proving that he has indeed studied hard.

Harry hesitated for a long time but said, "I'm sorry Rig, I don't want to go on a night tour today. ”

"You know, test potions tomorrow morning." Harry said with a sad face.

Although even if he went, Snape would give him a pass at most.

But if he didn't go or didn't remember because he wasn't in good shape, Snape was absolutely happy to give him the worst T.

There are no requirements for players in a Quidditch game.

But Professor McGonagall was very demanding of them, and only players who passed all subjects were allowed to play.

Otherwise, even if Harry failed all of them, he wouldn't care about his grades.

Rig looked at Hermione one one last time, and Hermione hesitated for a long time and couldn't say that she wanted to go on a night tour.

He shook his head helplessly and gave up.

The four of them have their own strengths, and they are a very good team.

Everyone has something they are good at.

If he had to go on a night tour by himself, Rig felt that he would not be able to pass the wizard chess and trolls.

That night, Rig had been thinking about the hallway and Quirrell, tossing and turning for a long time without sleeping.

It wasn't until a big tail blocked his eyes that he closed his eyes and stopped thinking and fell asleep.

The next day, it was a painful day.

During the Potions exam, every young wizard in the classroom struggled to recall the process of mixing the Forgotten Potion.

Snape stood behind them and watched closely, and Rig was going to be nervous, not to mention the other little wizards who were already not good at learning.

Harry threw a bunch of weighing plates and glass bottles with a clattering sound.

As soon as Rig looked up, he saw Harry scrambling to clean up the table, tidying up and touching his silver knife to the ground.

Professor Snape sneered behind them, and Harry could feel his breath on the back of his neck.

Harry was even more nervous, and almost threw the finished potion out.

With Harry attracting Snape's attention, the other young wizards felt much better.

Harry was weeping when he finally handed in the potion, and Snape didn't say if his potion would work.

As soon as he left the classroom, Harry discussed with Rig and Ron that he might need to go to Wood, the captain of Gryffindor's Quidditch team, and tell him the sad news.

The last exam is the history of magic.

When Professor Binns' ghost tells them to put down their quill and roll up the parchment for the answers, Ron laughs and announces that he thinks he can get an O.

"It's so much easier than I thought," Hermione said with some chagrin as they followed the crowd to the sunny field outside, "I don't really need to remember the 'Werewolf Code of Conduct of 1637' and the Elf Rebellion. ”

Hermione really regretted that she had reviewed the history of magic so many times, and even Ron was able to get a good grade.

She should have read her Charms notes twice.

Ron complimented Hermione all the way, using up the vocabulary he'd been accumulating for more than a decade, and by the time he got to the outside of the castle, he had no new words at all.

There are already a lot of young wizards standing on the lawn at this time, and everyone wants to relax after the exam.

Several young wizards chased and played around the Black Lake, and there were people around to cheer them on.

Rig also did well in the exam, and this day's exam almost made him forget about yesterday's worries.

BOOOOOMMMM————————

Everyone heard a loud noise coming from inside the castle.

Ask for the first order!!

(End of chapter)