The Minister of Magic who came up is a little rebellious, what should I do?

A week before the exam, John received a reply from Rufus Scrimgeur.

The letter stated that he had been on the official business of the Minister of Magic during this time, so he had not seen the letter until now.

When John saw this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

What about the liar, this is, after so many days, I gave myself this kind of letter.

A sentence was revealed between the lines, and when he first took office, he couldn't let people grasp the handle, he could only do business.

What do you mean?

It's that Buckbeak's head must be gone, and Merlin can't keep it when he comes, he said.

This is a slap in the face of John, do you really think the temporary Minister of Magic is honorable?

John did not write to the others, but put the letter away with a blank face.

Since he wanted to fly solo, then Rufus flew bravely.

John didn't give him any habit, and the search for Peter Pettigrew increased.

The Living Point Map is open 24 hours a day, and whenever Peter Pettigrew appears, he will be chased and caught by John.

Packing up his mood, John threw his teething wand out for Tom to bring back.

Sitting on the lawn, he looked extraordinarily laid-back.

Daphne also had no time to cook, which meant John didn't have to eat dark food for a short time.

Because the exam is approaching, there are not so many things in class, so everyone has enough time to review.

John was playing with a badge in his hand, and the last time he had contacted Professor Snape was with it.

It was also because of this that Snape knew about the Stellar Society.

But it doesn't matter, John doesn't mean to hide it.

The badges were able to communicate with each other, and this ninth was never owned.

Judging from Snape's disgusted removal of the badge, it is estimated that he did not have the intention of joining the Star Society.

Yes, how can any professor join a student organization.

What's more, Snape has always been Dumbledore's man, and if he wants to join, he will also join the Order of the Phoenix.

So the ninth didn't belong for the time being, and John put the badge away.

He didn't know if Snape would tell Dumbledore about it, Sirius was locked up in the Forbidden Forest, and John would go and see it every once in a while.

The imprisoned Sirius behaved honestly, compared to Azkaban, everywhere was heaven.

Hagrid was still insisting, and Hermione was gathering information for him to help Buckbeak.

I just don't know where she got so much time, with Hermione's mind, shouldn't she be throwing herself into the sea of books to review at this time.

Head to the library, which is already full of students revising.

There were only a few seats there, and John looked at the forbidden book area and didn't go over.

He came to return the books, some of the forbidden books had been borrowed for too long, and the contents had already been read.

Putting down the stack of books, John could clearly see Mrs. Pince's eyebrows furrowed.

It seems that John did not expect that John borrowed so many forbidden books.

After returning the book, John prepared for exam week with peace of mind.

...

A week passed.

June 3.

The first lesson was Transfiguration, and the topics included changing a teapot into a turtle.

John had to go to arithmetic divination after the Transfiguration exam, so he was specially assigned to take the first exam.

Walking into the exam room, Professor McGonagall was supervising.

John took out his wand and swung it skillfully, and the orange teapot turned into a slow-moving turtle in front of his eyes.

"Very good, Mr. Wick." Professor McGonagall complimented.

John nodded and headed to the next exam room.

The professor of arithmetic divination was Setima Victor, and it was a shame to say that this was the first time John had seen him in person.

Professor Victor was also curious about the student who had been absent for an academic year, taking a test on a piece of parchment and a quill.

Passed the arithmetic divination exam.

At lunchtime, John casually ordered bread and water.

Daphne replaced him with mango pasta, and John had to finish the plate of yellow noodles.

"The Transfiguration Technique in the morning is so difficult."

Malfoy looked unlovable, Transfiguration wasn't what he was good at.

John looked at Daphne when he heard this, Daphne had excellent grades and was good at transfiguration, so he didn't bother.

In the afternoon is the Charms exam.

Professor Flitwick looked expectant, as if waiting for John to refine the Happy Charm.

John's partner was Goyle, and then Goyle laughed, and John almost cried.

"Mr. Wick, excellent Happiness Charm, Goyle still needs to practice, at least not to turn the Happiness Charm into a Sadness Charm."

Goyle obviously failed, but when he came out, he smiled brightly, I don't know, I thought he was doing well in the exam.

After John's Charms exam, he had to go to the ancient runes, which was the easiest course for John.

Professor Bassheda Bablin's mouth opened wide in surprise, and his expression seemed to doubt the difficulty of his question.

For John, who is in Grade 5, he can become a professor to teach his students.

With the last paragraph translated.

John concludes his first day of exams.

It's not about being nervous, just playing at your usual level.

Daphne leaned over at dinner and talked about how difficult the topic was.

But in his expression, he almost didn't say that he was either second or third.

Malfoy looked desperate because he still had to train after his exams.

As punishment for concealing the loss of his wand, he needed to train three times as much as usual until the end of the semester.

The next day, John didn't know what Hagrid was thinking.

After learning so many fantastic beasts, you end up taking care of the Flober caterpillar, with the goal of being alive in an hour.

John stared at Hagrid's face and thought to himself, "Don't be too outrageous when you release water."

The Flober caterpillar was left unleft unattended, and he could not die for an hour.

This can be said to be the only thing that does not use your brain and hands in a week of intense exams.

He even saw Hagrid and the three little ones chatting while checking on the survival of the Flober caterpillars.

In the afternoon, it was the Potions exam, and a wail rang out one after another.

Malfoy was doing it again this time, staring haughtily at the wailing Gryffindor, this was a home game.

The content is a drug of confusion.

The Delirium is a potion that can throw people into chaos.

The biggest challenge was how to thicken the potion, but it wasn't much of a problem for John, it was easy.

The first one was handed over to Snape for inspection, and Snape's expression showed no joy or anger, and he gave John a perfect score with a blank face.

Turning his head to look at Harry, who was still scratching his ears and cheeks, John wondered if he wanted to give him a hint?

Well, forget it.

That's a savior, wouldn't it be a loss of face to prompt.

With that in mind, John left the classroom refreshed.

Wait until evening, when astronomy lessons are on top of the tallest tower.

This place is not far from the classroom of the divination class.

Day 3 of the exam.

The history of magic was still boring, and John even doubted that Professor Binns knew how to hypnotize.

People who have the blessing of the Sleepless, why do they want to sleep so much after seeing the face of that old dragon clock?

The content of the exam is as boring as the class, and it is good to write about the witch hunt in the Middle Ages.

In a sweltering classroom, students want to take a bite of nutty ice cream, and students rub their heads on parchment paper and rub the tip of their pens to make a rustling sound.

At the time of handing in the papers, Professor Binns was still the same old man, without the slightest appearance of anger, although he was already dead.

The sweltering heat lasted into the afternoon for the herbalism exams, the greenhouse was scorched by the sun, and a Slytherin student nearly fainted.

When it was over, a group of people fled for their lives and left the greenhouse to cool off.

Thursday, the last day of the exam.

Lupin is still the student's favorite professor, and his exams are the most interesting.

Outdoor obstacle course.

John walked through the deep pond with Grindillo, and Grindillo inside was so frightened by his intimidation that he avoided it.

There were holes full of red hats, and none of them dared to come out.

Hinkpunk in the swamp, huddled in a ball, seemed to want John not to see it.

At the end of the day was an old box with a boggart in it, which had been turned into chocolate cheong fun and had been kicked into the box.

Roll out of China with your chocolate cheong powder.

The last two exams were divination and Muggle studies, and John basically didn't need to prophesy, and he got a perfect score directly.

It's rare to be opened a back door, that feeling is inexplicably cool.

Before leaving, Professor Trelawney told John that the prophecy was near.

John was stunned for a moment, remembering the prophecy he had made at the beginning of the school year.

After answering what rubber ducks were for, Muggle research ended.

John walked out of the exam room, and an owl landed on his arm, a letter from Hagrid.

Buckbeak's appeal failed.

"Looks like Scrimgeour was determined to do this."

John stared at the note, Buckbeak's hurtful things, big or small, and he couldn't change it if he asked that Slytherin classmate to withdraw the lawsuit.

It is estimated that Rufus Scrimgeour did it on purpose, and last time he asked him to help save Hagrid, this time he will use Buckbeak to test Johnny's silver hand so that he can decide the way forward.

"Hehe, it's a good calculation, I guess I think Johnny Silver Hand won't turn his face because of a hippogriff."

John sneered.

In one sentence, it doesn't hurt, but it is disgusting.

...