Zhang Xiao played with the gold cup in his hand, even after a thousand years, this gold cup is still as clean as new.

Two finely finished solid gold handles are staggered and twisted, and the body of the cup is carved with symbolic and delicate carvings.

The Hufflepuff Gold Cup was once the first Hogwarts vessel to assist house-elves in transporting magical food.

It remained in Hufflepuff until Helga's death.

The process of taking the Gold Cup at the end was unremarkable, and as Grindelwald said, the Fire Charm and the Copy Charm were just lame defenses.

It may be possible to deceive a young man like Harry, Hermione, and Ron with little experience, but for the old bandits, it is really too low-level.

The difficulty of stealing the Gold Cup is never in the vault, but in Gringotts' defenses.

Perhaps it was with this in mind that Voldemort gave the gold cup to Bella, who was most trusted, and hid it in the vault.

In Grindelwald's awkward eyes, Newt and Dumbledore casually released [All Curses Are Over], and then it was like going to the supermarket to shop.

When the bronze door, which had completely taken the shape of Dumbledore, closed, it was as if nothing had happened.

Grindelwald returned to Newmondgard again, but he also said that he would just go back and rest, and when he had rested enough, he would still want to come out and have a look.

Look at what the world has become decades on.

Zhang Xiao felt that perhaps because he casually said something related to the development of Muggles when chatting with Grindelwald, Grindelwald became more and more melancholy.

Newt was the only one who was always sober, he didn't care about the future of wizarding and wizarding, he had no prejudice against Muggles, and one of his best friends was a Muggle named Jacob.

Newt knew where his path was, and he had no interest in power, and immediately after the Gringotts affair was over, he happily made an appointment with several magical beast sanctuaries to continue his journey of exploration.

Well. Because when I communicated with him, I expressed a not-so-decent point of view, such as that many times if you want to protect a species, you have to develop its commercial value, which is actually very biased and not absolute.

But Newt thought so, after learning that there was once a "Classic of Mountains and Seas" in China that described in detail whether magical beasts can be eaten and what they do.

The master, who was probably the best magical beast ever written, decided to write a new book based on the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

It's called "Amazing Fantastic Beasts".

Dumbledore was called away by Nicolma, the legendary alchemist who was excited to be like a 'young' young man of sixty, who had to discuss it with Dumbledore in the last days of his life.

Judging by his appearance, if he hadn't discussed it with Dumbledore in the last moments, he would have the strength to rub another philosopher's stone and borrow it from the sky for another five hundred years.

That's how it was.

He returned to loyal Hogwarts alone with the Gold Cup.

Place the golden cup on the table in front of you.

Zhang Xiao carefully looked at the exquisite and intricate patterns on it, and legend has it that the relics left by the four founders all have their own magical and unique magical effects.

For example, the Sword of Gryffindor can absorb other things to strengthen itself, and the Ravenclaw crown can clear the mind and give wisdom.

But except for the sword, the other three things have all been reduced to Horcruxes, and even if they are magical, they are only in the past.

Zhang Xiao sighed softly, even if the Dao Gate could extract the soul inside, the magic contained in it would have already disappeared the moment it was made into a Horcrux.

After all, only a shell remained.

expressed his regret for these relics, and incidentally condemned Voldemort's nouveau riche mentality of tyrannical destruction of heavenly creatures and the fact that the boar could not eat fine chaff.

Skillfully took out the jade box, wrapped the golden cup, and prepared to find a time to send it back to the Daomen for sanitizing and harmless treatment.

Speaking of which, now that the Horcruxes have been eliminated, the remaining Harry is already in the urn, and Harry is preparing, so only the Horcruxes made by Voldemort are left.

After three years of hard work, Voldemort's hole card was finally drawn by himself, and only the last one remained.

What's even better is that the extremely important turning point of Gaunt's old mansion not only did not lead Dumbledore to the end of death in the original book, but because of the inspiration, it went to the next level.

This floor is not power, but realm, and in Nicolame's words, Dumbledore has finally broken through the shackles and stepped into a new realm that no one has ever reached.

Looking at it this way, the situation is not a small good, but a big one!

With the arrival of June, the days become hot and cloudless, and after a few months of gloomy and cold hours, everyone can't wait to get outside and stroll along the Black Lagoon in the cool breeze.

Or sit on the floor with your friends, chatting over chilled pumpkin juice and playing crackling cards.

But they can't do that because the exam is really approaching.

Many people tremble nervously at the thought that the final third-grade exam will be in a few days, and their hearts are inexplicably weak because of a series of things that happened in the third grade.

As a result, many people have no intention of studying, and they are keen to talk about what happened in Hogsmeade, and they are holding the Daily Prophet's report on Rita Skeeter.

Guessing what 'Fudge's glamorous life' meant, some people swear that Fudge's office must be full of perfume and flowers.

'Oh, those perfumes and flowers must be expensive, maybe you could buy a room full of bee candy!' ’

This is how the little wizards in the lower grades always end up like this.

"I hate exams!" In the treehouse where they used to stay in the large common room, Ron suddenly dropped his quill on the parchment, and the splash of ink turned into droplets, extending from the parchment all the way to Neville's face, who was looking up.

"Oh—here we go again!" Hermione sighed and drew her wand, "Clean up!" ”

The ink faded and disappeared quickly, and Hermione inserted her wand back, pursed her lips and glared at him sternly, and said mercilessly:

"Ron, why don't you think about the days before you told the story of your time in the dungeon to the little wizards in the first and second years over and over again?"

Ron shrunk his neck, he felt that Hermione was becoming more and more like Professor McGonagall, not only in the tone of her voice, but now even some of the small movements were exactly the same as Professor McGonagall.

"I'm just" Ron's gaze wandered around, trying to get a hint from the others, and Harry simply shrugged his shoulders and gave him a look of self-pity.

Malfoy just wanted to see the excitement, and Zhang Xiao wanted to help solve the siege, but Hermione obviously didn't give him a chance, but extended from not doing homework or listening to lectures all the way to the education of the wizarding world.

Ron only felt his brain buzzing, and he couldn't help but regret that he might as well do his homework rather than listen to Hermione's nagging

Seeing that the fun was gone, everyone continued to bury their heads in making up for their homework.

In this atmosphere, exam week finally came, and there was an unusual silence in the castle.

On Monday, third-graders stood in line at the door of their Transfiguration classroom.

Professor McGonagall held a roll of parchment in her hand, and habitually glanced around with a threatening gaze before she said sternly:

"Stand at the door, call the names to go in, come one by one!"

After the last Zhang Xiao went in, it was almost lunchtime.

The Transfiguration classroom was very different from before, the long desks had been moved to the corners, except for a desk in the center with various utensils on it.

Professor McGonagall looked a little tired, after all, it was not only the third year, but also the Transfiguration class of the other grades.

"Zhang, it's your turn." Professor McGonagall showed a rare smile, and she nodded at Zhang Xiao: "Although your level of Transfiguration is obvious to everyone, an exam is an exam. ”

"Yes, Professor, I totally understand."

Zhang Xiao also nodded, according to the evaluation he gave himself, if he removed the garbage discipline of divination class, he would go directly to participate now. (Ultimate Wizard Exam) shouldn't be a problem to mix it up.

Tom at this age is also about the same level, and it can only be said that he can't underestimate the heroes of the world, after all, Tom in the sixth grade can already make the stunning Merlop Gate of Gaunt's old mansion.

Although there are still many flaws, after three repairs by Voldemort in the future, it can actually bring a little inspiration to Dumbledore for a breakthrough, which is enough to witness the strength of Voldemort in the sixth year.

"Okay, let's get started - first of all, this teapot, I hope you can turn it into a turtle, the more intricate and realistic the pattern on the turtle shell, the better, if you can make it climb here like the real thing, that will be an extra plus."

Zhang Xiao came out of the other door of the Transfiguration Classroom, where the little wizards were all there, and Professor McGonagall could not leave until everyone had finished their exams.

They were all disgraced and had no energy to walk, and everyone compared their results with each other and lamented that the task given to them was too difficult.

Hermione fussed that the turtle she had conjured looked like a turtle, and that others were content with that, so her whining was annoying.

"The tail of the turtle I changed into is still a teapot spout, which is terrible."

"You said there was no possibility. Is there a turtle in the world that breathes water vapor?"

"My turtle still has a hard shell with willow leaf patterns, do you think this will deduct me points?"

The whispers of the little wizards weighed everyone's hearts, and even Hermione was immersed in the low pressure of the turtle she had conjured like a turtle.

Zhang Xiao couldn't help this, because of the lack of parental supervision, few young wizards could study seriously, this is not an isolated case, but a common problem, whether it is a wizard or a Muggle.

To be honest, the school's courses and exams are not difficult, as long as you usually use a little snack, it is not difficult to get excellent, you can only say that you can let go of the helping complex and respect the fate of others.

No wonder Hermione is called the Old Mother. Because she's really pushing everyone to improve.

Everyone hurried to lunch and went straight upstairs to take the Charms exam.

Hermione had a good set of questions, and during the revision she had said that she would probably take the Happy Charm during the exam.

Sure enough, Professor Flitwick did test them on the Happy Spell.

Harry had gone a little too far in dispelling the nervousness, and with Ron's last burst of hysterical laughter from his partner, Flitwick had to lead him to a quiet room for an hour until he could recite the Happiness Spell himself.

As expected, Flitwick once again raised the difficulty for Zhang Xiao.

"Zhang, I hope you can make Malfoy smile just right, like this—"

Looking at the oil painting of "Mona Lisa's Smile" that Flitwick took out, Zhang Xiao almost couldn't hold back, and Malfoy laughed directly into 'funny'!

After dinner, the young wizards hurried back to the common room, not to relax, but to start reviewing the protection of magical creatures, potions, and astronomy.

The next morning, Hagrid presided over the Conservation of Magical Creatures exam, the most interesting test a young wizard had ever experienced—getting a twig from a wand tree with a cauldron on it.

Even with Hagrid's care, there were still young wizards who were slightly injured.

They couldn't remember exactly what gift they should give to the tree guard, and they walked past the bucket containing the turtle and fairy eggs.

Swallowing the nausea, he grabbed a handful of grubs, and the tree guard pot was angry, and gave them two blows.

"Oh, that's stupid!" Malfoy frowned as he watched an extreme pure-blood Slytherin screaming and covering his face, crying and shouting, giving a comment.

They tested potions on Tuesday afternoon, and it was an absolute disaster.

Harry's best efforts were still too strong, and Snape stood by and watched the whole time, gloating.

Harry watched sadly as he filled out his departing transcript, which looked like a zero.

In addition to Harry, Snape also walked around Zhang Xiao's side unusually, wanting to stop talking, which made Zhang Xiao very strange.

Eventually, he had to stop what he was doing, and understood why Harry's potions had been bad.

It's really hard to be fully engaged with Snape by your side, and you always feel like his eyes are on your neck, ready to come up and give you a sip.

"Zhang—" Snape pursed his lips and brushed the greasy hair that hung down on his face as he saw Zhang Xiao stop and look at him with a polite questioning look.

Speaking in his characteristic aria-like style, he whispered, "Your Christmas present to Flitwick and McGonagall—"

Snape's voice grew lower and lower, and when it came to Christmas presents, he could barely hear anything, and even more bizarrely, he turned around and left after saying Christmas presents.

If it weren't for Zhang Xiao's five senses, he wouldn't have heard what he said at all.

Christmas gifts? What's wrong with Christmas presents?

Zhang Xiao frowned and thought hard for a while, and suddenly opened her eyes in surprise. Is Snape reminding himself?

Then you just tell me no? Just this little thing has dragged on for half a year!

Tsundere, too tsundere!

At midnight for astronomy, everyone went to the highest building.

The History of Magic exam was taken on Wednesday morning, and Harry was writing down everything that Florin had told him about witch hunting in the Middle Ages, hoping for a chocolate nut sundae in the stuffy classroom.

On Wednesday afternoon, you have to stay in the conservatory in the scorching sun; When we returned to the common room, the back of everyone's necks was sunburned, and they were hoping that the next day was approaching, when the exams would be over.

Thursday morning for Defence Against the Dark Arts exam, their penultimate exam.

Professor Lupin's proposed test, which none of them had ever taken, was the most unusual: it was an outside, sun-lit, kind of obstacle coursework, in which students had to wade through a pond with Grindillowe, through a series of potholes full of red hats, creak through a swamp, ignore the wrong instructions from a Hinkpunk, and then climb into an old box to fight a new boggart.

"Great, Harry," Lupin muttered, as Harry laughed and climbed out of the box, "full marks." ”

Harry's face flushed with delight and he stayed there and waited to see what Ron and Hermione were doing. Ron had been great until he met Hinkpunk, but Hinkpunk's misguidance left him waist-deep in the mud.

When Hermione stared aloud at the transcript with tears in her eyes, saying that she was all unqualified Professor McGonagall, and successfully turned Boggart into Dumbledore under pressure, and publicly announced that she was the next Minister of Magic, everyone finally realized that the exams were almost over and a pleasant holiday was coming.

All that's left is the annoying Professor Trelawney and the divination exam.

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

(End of chapter)