Chapter 622 The Fifth Grade Is Over

Wednesday.

There are two exams today, astronomy and divination.

The astronomy established by wizards does not have so many complex and cumbersome calculation formulas. There is no need to calculate the gravitational influence of Jupiter, no need to calculate the rotation periods of satellites in different orbits, and no need to distinguish the material composition of different levels of stars. The questions only use as many names of satellites as possible. .

The main material of the reading analysis question is the signs of life on Mars, which requires trying to analyze whether there are mice and other creatures on Mars. The little wizards are not sure about the correct analysis idea of ​​​​this question, but according to simple common sense in life, they will still answer the question The area is full.

There will be a divination test in the afternoon. There will be no theoretical questions and you will go directly to the practical test.

Because it is an elective course, people like Hermione who have not chosen a course do not need to take the exam at all. The number of candidates is much smaller than in the previous compulsory subjects, and the exam is conducted very quickly.

After hearing his name and walking into the auditorium, Loren was surprised to find that the examiner of divination this time was Professor Marchban again.

"We meet again, Morgan."

"Good afternoon, Professor."

"Relax, don't be nervous, let's take a look at the content of today's exam..."

Professor Marchban said with a smile. She pointed to the test props on the table, a crystal ball, an upside-down teacup, and finally spread her palms, "Perhaps all your past divination took place in the North Tower classroom, in the examination room. Some people are not used to it, and many people are confused..."

Even in the unreasonable magical world, divination is a relatively unique existence, and there are basically no standard answers to the test. Even Trelawney, who possesses the third eye, cannot get full marks in divination. Neither the examiner nor the candidate has the third eye, and the only reference material is the textbook.

Loren tried to interpret it based on the content in the textbook, and the professor could only mark the answers based on the content in the textbook, nothing more.

…

"Well, I was totally confused when I took the exam. I'm definitely going to fail this class."

Ron muttered, his expression full of melancholy, "When I was using the crystal ball for divination, I compared the shadows inside and told the examiner in great detail that I saw an ugly monster with a tumor on his nose. When I looked up, hey , the examiner looks like this.”

Harry sighed: "Me too, I got Professor Marchbaby's lifeline and wisdom line wrong and said she should have died last week."

Loren couldn't help but laugh as they were walking up the stairs to the astronomy tower for their practical astronomy exam.

"I've told you before!" Hermione raised her chin slightly, "Divination is a course that emphasizes talent and ignores logic. We shouldn't have taken divination in the first place."

Loren put his arm around her shoulders: "Fortunately, the exam is over now anyway."

"Yes, we no longer need to worry about the shape of the tea leaves and the fog in the crystal ball."

"..."

This was an ideal night for observing celestial bodies. There was no wind or cloud, the stars and moon were clear, the whole castle was bathed in the silvery moonlight, and the air was filled with a slight chill.

There was a layer of water vapor on the telescope lens, waiting for them to wipe it. Professor Marchban and Professor Tofodi distributed blank star charts to everyone's hands. The little wizards compared the scene in the telescope and filled in the stars represented by the light clusters. and the precise location of the planets.

The quiet moonlight flows quietly, the lights in the castle windows gradually go out, and the bright lights are like orange lanterns.

The rustling of parchment pages, the rustling of feather pen tips across the paper, the spread of ink marks on the blank test paper, and something passing away quietly and unconsciously...

Friday.

The last exam was History of Magic. There were no practical exams and the theory exam was arranged in the afternoon.

After breakfast, many young wizards were reviewing in the auditorium. Occasionally, when they came across vague records in the textbooks, they asked a few ghosts nearby. Not only could they learn about the real history, but they could also experience the first-hand perspective of those who had experienced it.

Some students with a solid foundation gave each other a thumbs-up and were reviewing with gusto, while others held their heads in their hands, resisting their drowsiness, and read the piles of notes on the history of magic, sweating profusely and scratching their heads and ears.

On Loren's left hand was Hermione's History of Magic notes from last year, and on his right he spread out ninety-nine new textbooks. He looked through them for a while, and frowned unconsciously:

"Hermione, your notes are a bit too detailed. You almost copied everything in the book."

"I know you don't read the textbook very much, so I copied it in detail to make it easier for you to read and for me to consolidate my memory." Hermione replied without raising her head.

"But a lot of content is not important, right? Just like this paragraph, the wording is awkward, the content is empty, it's smelly and long, what's the point of memorizing it?"

"You're right, but I've memorized the rest of that chapter, and I still feel uncomfortable with the remaining part, so I just recited it all together."

Loren looked at Hermione's calm expression and took a breath: "Is this Miss Granger? It's scary."

"..."

Harry and Ron next to them looked at each other and buried their heads silently in their books.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The fifth grade wizards walked into the examination room, found their respective seats and sat down.

Professor Binns was away, and this was the only time a professor was absent from the examination room.

In front of the examination room, Professor Marchban turned the hourglass over, and his old and loud voice spread throughout the examination room: "It's time to start!"

Loren didn't rush to write. Instead, he flipped through the test paper from beginning to end and roughly glanced at the questions.

"In your opinion, did the wand legislation enable or lead to better control of the goblin rebellions of the eighteenth century?"

"How was the Statute of Secrecy violated in 1749, and what measures were taken to prevent such an incident from happening again?"

"Please state the events that led to the establishment of the International Confederation of Wizards and explain the reasons why the wizards of Liechtenstein refused to join."

"..."

Loren looked up at Hermione in the front row. Her quill had begun to shake, and the white feathers at the end almost danced into afterimages.

The corresponding knowledge points emerge in my mind, turning into ink marks and pouring out from the tip of the pen, smoothly and smoothly.

The golden sunshine was shining from outside the skylight, and leisurely wasps were buzzing by. The excited expressions of the little wizards gradually became numb. The fingers holding the quills became sore and turned white due to excessive exertion, and their eyes gradually became dull.

The only sound left in the entire examination room was the sound of quills scratching across parchment.

When the last two grains of sand in the hourglass in front of the History of Magic exam room fell and Professor Marchban announced at the top of his voice that "the exam is over", those dull and dull brains suddenly woke up. After a brief silence of two seconds, the exam room Deafening cheers broke out!

The O.W.L.s exam is over.

Their fifth grade is over.

…

There is a sour smell wafting outside the nearby streets and houses, which is the smell of food rotting and fermenting in hot weather. As a remote place in London, Grimmauld Place has insufficient funds for public services, and garbage disposal trucks are always I only came once every few days.

Accompanied by a melodious cry, an owl suddenly appeared in the boundless blue sky. Its brown wings slowed down the frequency and amplitude of its flapping. The owl nimbly dodged and quietly fell into the narrow passage between No. 11 and No. 13 of the square. , disappeared.

The backyard of Blake's old house.

The man who was trimming the grass looked up and squinted as the owl gradually approached. He stretched out his hand to stop the long-distance postman, took the thick letter, then fed him a few dried meats, found a shade tree, and began to open the letter and read.

The first half of the letter was the same as usual. Werewolf-related systems and measures were being advanced in an orderly manner. Adult werewolves accepted job opportunities from MACUSA, underage werewolves entered Ivermorny to study, and the first batch of werewolf students had graduated. Yes, the situation is very good.

Only the second half tells about some abnormal changes. Some strange werewolves appeared frequently. People within the Magic Congress and the werewolf organization tried to contact them, but they quickly disappeared. Some of the people who left with them were just out of school. Graduated young werewolf.

Lupine frowned slightly.

These werewolves did not come here to join them. They seemed to know each other, and could even be said to be an organization. They appeared frequently to obtain information. The strange werewolves had never thought of joining them, and the purpose of absorbing young werewolves was to increase their strength.

Where did these werewolves come from?

The one who has been hiding in the shadows for a long time? Werewolves from other remote areas? Or are they the evil werewolves who once gathered under Greyback? What is their purpose here?

The former werewolf leader fell into deep thought.

After the werewolf incident broke out in New York, some traces of other werewolves were found at the scene, but there was no other evidence. Later, the focus of the Magic Congress and the werewolf community turned to mutual aid, and the tracing work was temporarily suspended.

They were not present during the attack in the Department of Mysteries.

One thing is for sure, Greyback and his werewolf men will never sit still.

After repeatedly reading the information conveyed in the letter, Lupine returned to the house. After communicating with a few people who stayed at Black's old house, he sat in the underground kitchen and looked through the intelligence collected by the Order of the Phoenix in the recent period.

"Since the Christmas holiday attack was foiled by Scrimgeour, Dumbledore defeated Voldemort again. For several months, Aurors have been tracking his traces everywhere." Sirius said next to him, "Voldemort will never sit still and wait for death. It is impossible. There was no movement."

"But the Death Eaters... almost all the Death Eaters have been arrested by the Ministry of Magic." Molly frowned tightly, "He will definitely not dare to show up rashly alone."

"He must have gone to find Fenrir Greyback. This is his only option. He needs new servants." Lupine tapped the envelope with his fingers and said gently but firmly, "I want to go back there. have a look."

"I'll go with you!" Sirius said subconsciously.

Lupine shook his head: "Betty is just pregnant, how can you leave."

"But..." Sirius opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

"Don't worry too much." Lupine chuckled softly, "Don't forget, I am not Remus Lupin of the Order of the Phoenix over there, but the werewolf John Moon. I will not be in danger, and maybe I will There can be unexpected gains.”

…

June 15.

Not only the exams for fifth and seventh grade were over, but also the final exams for other grades were completely over. The little wizards got up earlier than normal classes and headed to Hogsmeade relaxedly to spend the last weekend of activities before the holiday. Even when checking the list with the administrator, Mr. Filch, he was smiling.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

The entrance to Hogwarts.

Hermione was standing under the marble steps, wearing a thin summer magic robe, a black pleated skirt that covered her knees, revealing a section of her white calves, navy blue stockings that made her legs slender and straight, and small black buckled leather shoes.

The little witch who used to cry all the time has grown up like this without her noticing. At first glance, she is not amazing, but Loren can't help wanting to take a second look, a third look, and wanting to keep looking.

"Hehe..."

Loren jumped down the steps in two or three steps, quickly jumped behind her, and wanted to jump on her back, but the shadow cast by the summer sun exposed him. Just as he bent his knees slightly to gather strength, Hermione took two steps to the side.

Loren swayed a few times and patted his chest: "Fortunately, I am agile..."

"I should have waited for you to jump before dodging and letting you fall!" Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Then I have a legitimate reason to let you carry me."

"Do you think I will agree?"

"If you don't agree, I will lie on the ground."

"..."

It is indeed something this person can do.

Hermione imagined the scene and her scalp was a little numb.

"I advise you not to hide next time." Loren grabbed her hand and shook it back and forth, leading her to the school gate with arrogant and proud steps, "Is there anything you want to buy?"

"Quill pens and parchment."

"There is no homework this summer, why buy stationery?" Loren muttered, and he already had the answer in his heart. He didn't expect the girl to answer, and arranged it on his own, "Then go to Wenrenju first. The pheasant quill pen I bought last time was quite useful. Buy a few more, and then go to the candy store to buy more..."

"Buy more." Hermione repeated in a strange tone.

"That's right, I won't be back for two whole months, save more strawberry magic wands you like to eat, and bring some things to Grandpa Bates." Loren said, "In fact, I also want to buy some skipping candy for George and Fred, and then mix it with ordinary candy for them to eat. Hehe, just thinking about it is exciting..."

"George and Fred's store will be open for business in the summer, right?" Hermione automatically filtered out the dangerous remarks behind.

"Yes, it's at 93 Diagon Alley. They agreed to it two years in advance." Loren was a little emotional. Mrs. Weasley must be very happy that the twins did not drop out of school and graduated successfully.

Well... at least she was happy before receiving the transcript.

Hermione glanced at this person and stopped shaking her hands: "What are your plans after visiting the candy store?"

"We'll go to Madam Puddifoot's tea shop later. I heard Seamus say last night that Harry and Ginny will also go. We will sit behind them later and greet them when they kiss, hehe..."

This person...

Hermione shook her head, naturally opened her palms and interlocked her fingers with his, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and shook her hands gently.