Chapter 532 The Exam Is Coming

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"Being controlled, I can't get out any information -" Sean whispered to Hermione in the library.

He went to find the captured wizards. Apparently, the soul-stealing curse and the memory curse were cast on them at the same time, and the caster was very clever, and no clues could be found.

Not only that, the other party actually retains a certain degree of self-awareness, which is something Sean has never seen before - those wizards do work for the Returned or the British Ministry of Magic, and they voluntarily had their memories tampered with to control their souls. This makes It becomes more difficult to crack.

These guys actually kept provoking the wizards who came to Filch's basement. The good-tempered Professor Flitwick almost gave each of them a spell to shut up their bad mouths.

But considering various circumstances, the only option is to lock the other party in an underground prison under strict supervision.

Hearing Sean's voice, Hermione, who was multitasking, wrote the possible key points of the exam on the parchment and replied in a low voice: "Then how were they discovered?"

"I heard from Professor McGonagall that those people have been in the construction team for a long time, but they made a lot of mistakes while working, and then they were noticed."

Hermione frowned when she heard this: "The Ministry of Magic has long been infiltrated. If they want to tamper with the site, why not replace the construction team with their own people? This way, it will not be exposed at all."

The person who answered her was Stephanie, who also came to the library this time to help them sort out some information.

The girl with long silver hair pulled her hair around her ears and said softly: "Even if most of the Ministry of Magic has been infiltrated, most ordinary wizards are still unaware - no matter which party, Publicizing the current situation will only cause confusion, so your thinking may actually be a little wrong.”

"How to say?"

Stephanie shook a copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand: "The wizards live and work in peace and contentment. After the last prisoner escape from Azkaban, there were no major problems anymore - and the Ministry of Magic is also hunting down several escaped black men. Wizards, most people still believe that the Ministry of Magic is an official organization and is just."

"For the Ministry of Magic, it is impossible and not worthwhile to infiltrate ordinary people. Their purpose is to go against the public. We are in the center of the whirlpool. Of course we can see the whole story, but we can also easily ignore it. The other side is still in the shadows.”

"If they could penetrate every corner of the wizarding world, they wouldn't need to engage in these conspiracies, they could just open up everything and start a war - and don't forget, there are also people from the International Federation of Wizards in the construction team, Glinde Mr. Waugh will not let the Returners infiltrate into his territory so easily.”

Stephanie summed it up: “They’re strong, but not that strong.”

Sean nodded thoughtfully: "It makes sense, after all, they have always been acting in secret."

"However," Stephanie said again, "I think the group of people who were caught still need to be strictly controlled. As Hermione said, they were exposed too quickly and were arrested on the first day of construction. Insiders, this is not in line with the returnees’ usual style. They prefer to lurk in the mud and shadows, and only appear at the critical moment to deliver the final blow.”

"This can't be their plan, it's too easy to be discovered." Hermione also said.

Sean nodded: "I reminded Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick that on the one hand, the captured wizards must be strictly controlled, and on the other hand, the construction team must also monitor them from time to time."

"I suggest that before the start of the last game, all construction team members clear the field, regardless of whether the opponent is the International Federation of Wizards or the British Ministry of Magic. At the same time, the parents of the students who attend the game must also be strictly controlled. After all, no matter what, their goal is It's most likely related to the last game of the Goblet of Fire." Stephanie added.

"In this way, even if there are interested people mixed in the crowd, the professors can deal with them more easily." Hermione also agreed.

"Well, I'll explain it to the professors."

"Hey! You guys! This is the library!" Just as he was talking, Mrs. Pingsi's scolding sounded.

Several people quickly shut up, but Daisy, who had been silent, added in a low voice at the end: "Mrs. Pince's attitude towards Sean has been much better since Lockhart was arrested. If it were Harry and Ron and the others, the feather duster is about to fly over at this moment——"

"After all, she was bewitched by Lockhart, and it turned out that he was a traitor who infiltrated Hogwarts. Mrs. Pince must feel very embarrassed - hush, if you keep talking, even if Sean is sitting here, the feather duster will fly over. "

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Time is advancing slowly, the weather is getting better and better, and some naughty students will even jump into the Black Lake to take a bath at noon when the sun is the brightest - according to Fred and George, this can help them calm down. Make up your mind.

They also need to face the final game of the Goblet of Fire and the Advanced Wizard Level Exam at the same time.

However, Hermione refuted their behavior as a prefect, and pointed out keenly that no matter who was nervous, the twin brothers would not be nervous-the two brothers had put all their focus on the Goblet of Fire, and they decided to use Use the winnings to buy a shop in Diagon Alley and open the prank shop you dreamed of.

As for the certificate? Go to hell -

Of course, the heartless Weasley twins are special cases. Even though the credibility of the Ministry of Magic has dropped significantly, the fifth and seventh grade students who are about to face important exams are extremely nervous.

The castle grounds gleamed in the sun as if they had been freshly painted. The cloudless sky smiles at the reflection in the sparkling lake. The silky smooth greenery undulates gently in the breeze.

However, the students no longer had time to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

Teachers no longer give them homework, and all class time is spent reviewing the questions that the teacher thinks are most likely to appear on the exam. This kind of frenetic fighting atmosphere makes the fifth grade students' minds completely occupied with the ordinary wizard level exam, and they can hardly think about anything else.

The final competition venue in the center of the playground has begun to take shape, but the students have no intention of watching. Hagrid runs there every day because Professor McGonagall ordered him to check the progress of the project.

The wizards were still locked up in the dungeon, and there had been no additional incidents during this period. Filch had the key tightly tied to his waistband. In fact, he had to use it if he wanted to open the prison door. Professor Flitwick's opening spell.

The busiest person during this period of time was not the professors or Sean, but Hermione.

While Hermione had to prepare for the exam, she had to help them find information about the Goblet of Fire. She even had to gather people from time to time to analyze what the returnees' plans were - for the brown-haired girl, everything was so important.

She spent a lot of time mumbling to herself, and even stopped designing clothes for house elves for several days - she did not give up her house elf rescue association, but after Sean's persuasion, she never did that again. Throwing clothes in the corner of the castle.

Hermione is now planning to open a breakthrough from within the house elves. As long as she can find a few house elves who don't like working for wizards, she believes that she can let them go to the tribe to promote their ideas - the one she is designing now It is the future service.

The busyness during this period forced her to temporarily stop her work, but she would still sigh during the rare breaks, feeling that she had failed to live up to the expectations of the house elves.

Sean was not prepared to make any comments on this. Although Hermione still refused to give up, at least the method was correct. As for the final path of the House Elf Rescue Association, it depends on God's will.

The exams were approaching, and she was not the only one behaving strangely. Ernie MacMillan developed an annoying habit of interrogating others about their revision.

The Hufflepuff prefect always likes to ask everyone how they study for exams during any free time.

"How much time do you think you need to review a day?" he asked Harry and Ron while queuing outside the Herbology class, his eyes flashing anxiously.

"I don't know," Ron said, "A few hours."

"More or less than eight hours?"

"Less, I guess," said Ron, looking a little alarmed.

"I'm eight hours," Ernie said proudly, "eight to nine hours. I review for an hour before breakfast every day. The average is eight hours. Ten hours on weekends. Nine and a half hours on Mondays. Nine and a half hours on Tuesdays. Not so good—only seven hours and a quarter. Wednesday—"

Sean wanted to laugh a little. Ernie had asked him once before, and Hermione happened to be there that time.

Since then, he has never been close to Sean and Hermione - of course, torturing a scumbag like Ron made Ernie more happy.

Fortunately, Ron's torture didn't last long. Professor Sprout drove them into Greenhouse Three, and Ernie had to stop his narration.

"Man, I can't breathe!" Sean heard Ron and Harry say.

During this time, the black market was booming among fifth- and seventh-grade students, selling things that could help people focus, refresh themselves, and stay awake.

Sean saw Eddie Carmichael, his senior in the same school who was one grade above him, selling Buffy's brain-reviving agent everywhere.

Eddie insisted that he got nine "excellent" grades in the Ordinary Wizarding Examination last summer all because of this stuff, and proposed that a pint was only sold for twelve gold galleons, which almost tempted many people.

The first one to take action was still the Gryffindor trio. Harry paid for the bottle of potion. Although Neville persuaded him for a long time, he decided to enjoy the trump card from the top students together with Ron.

Ron promised Harry that he would pay back his half as soon as he found a job after graduation, but before they could close the deal, Hermione confiscated the bottle from Carmichael and poured the contents into the toilet. .

"Hey, Hermione! You ruined my exam!" Ron whined, leaning against the toilet.

Sean stood at the door of the bathroom in amusement and shook his head: "Come on, man, this is just an ordinary refreshing drink. You can buy a can of it in Hogsmeade for only two Silver Sickles - if you take that bottle" Including the packaging of the brain-refreshing potion, the total cost is three silver cents?"

Ron and Harry were both frozen in place.

"If you had reviewed carefully, you wouldn't be where you are now." Hermione said with her hands on her hips.

Harry spread his hands helplessly: "Please, Hermione, Ron and I are not you and Sean..."

"Didn't I give you a copy of the notes I gave Sean?!" Hermione became even more angry. "And Neville also helped you. He also helped you review it."

"But we're not that smart -" Ron said carefully.

"Don't be stupid, you can only get a T for expecting this kind of foreign thing, just take your notes and review them!" Hermione said angrily, "Really, you might as well eat some Harold Dingo's Dragon Claw powder Let’s make do.”

"Dinge got dragon claw powder?" Ron's eyes lit up and he said with interest.

"No more," said Hermione, "and I confiscated them. In fact, they don't work at all."

"Dragon Claw Powder works!" said Ron. "They say it's magical. It really lifts your spirits and makes your brain function better for a few hours - Hermione, give me some, please. You, it’s harmless—”

Sean blinked: "I was beside Hermione when she confiscated it, and then I looked carefully. If I guessed correctly, it should be dried vixen feces - if you are sure you need it, I can go Professor Scamander got you a big box."

"Forget it……"

These words greatly weakened Harry and Ron's desire for brain stimulants, and they could only sigh and hug their books.

In a transfiguration class, they were given the timetable and specific requirements for the exam.

"The prefects came here to take the forms from each house and distribute them," Professor McGonagall said. "Your O.W.L exam will last for two weeks. The theory test will be in the morning and the practical test in the afternoon. Of course, the astronomy practical test will be at night. conduct. "

After everyone got the form and specific requirements, Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses and her expression suddenly became serious.

"I must also remind you that every exam paper has a very strict anti-cheating charm on it. Self-answering quills are not allowed into the exam room, as are memory balls, cheat sheet sleeves and self-correcting ink. I regret to tell you. Every year, there seems to be at least one of your classmates who thinks he can escape the rules of the Wizarding Examination Authority."

"In previous years, I like to add a sentence at the end - I hope this student is not a Gryffindor..." When she said this, she glanced at Ron and Harry seriously, and the two brothers immediately sat upright, " But Hogwarts is a whole, and the college is your home, so I don’t want anyone, no matter which house they are from, to have such a problem."

"Cheating will be punished with the severest punishment! I will personally expel that person from the school at that time."

Professor McGonagall's words made everyone sit up straighter.

However, the stern witch sighed softly again, and Sean saw the wings of her pointed nose twitching.

"However, you can't stop working hard just because of this. What you have to consider is your future."