Chapter 76 It's a Pity that We Met Too Late

Harry and the others wasted time on Snape, which was a complete loss of their way. It would be better to keep an eye on Hagrid.

Although the effect would not be too great, it was equivalent to narrowing the way.

After all, the giant was simple-minded and might not even know that he had told the secret, but this did not mean that there was no effect at all.

Aaron put himself in Voldemort's shoes to think about the problem and came up with a simpler and more direct way, which was to keep an eye on Dumbledore.

He did not believe that the Dark Lord could not handle a three-headed dog. This was a complete joke.

It was not difficult for Voldemort to kill Momo with his ability, but the noise would definitely not be small.

The roar of the three-headed dog would resound throughout the castle. This alarm would attract powerful enemies to him, and everything would be unpredictable at that time.

If these enemies were just college professors, he might be able to escape at a cost, but if there was Dumbledore, it would be a pure waste, so he would definitely find a way to get Hagrid to get through Momo.

But in fact, even if he figured out all the mechanisms, he probably wouldn't act immediately, because as long as he made a little noise, it might attract Dumbledore's attention.

It would be useless to get the Philosopher's Stone at that time. It would be too easy for a White Lord in his prime to kill a Dark Lord who was lingering on.

For Voldemort, the best time to act was only when Dumbledore left Hogwarts, and the rest of the time was more or less risky.

And he was in a half-dead state now, and he couldn't take any risks at all.

Fortunately, Aaron and Dumbledore had an informal negotiation, and he could always make up a reasonable reason to find the two professors to find out where Dumbledore was, otherwise it would be really difficult to handle.

......

The next day, the whole Hogwarts became serious.

The final exam, this test that made good students excited and poor students extremely headache, fell very accurately on all students, and no one was left out.

The written test was the most time-consuming and the most tormenting.

You have to answer all the questions in the stuffy classroom with a spelled quill.

Aaron was the first to walk out of the examination room. With his photographic memory, he didn't need to think about the questions at all. He knew what to write at a glance.

Hermione and Draco handed in their papers almost at the same time. They looked at each other unconvinced, as if two spells collided with each other, creating violent sparks in the air.

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed, "You two, I am very satisfied with your eyes now, full of competitive spirit.

But please restrain yourself, we haven't finished the exam yet!"

The two snorted at the same time and turned their heads away one after another.

"You are doomed to lose, Malfoy."

"That may not be the case." Draco sneered.

He knew that he was slightly inferior to Hermione in terms of learning, but he would not lose the battle. Before the results came out, he must not be overwhelmed by the other party in terms of momentum.

After the written test, it was time for the practical test. Students entered the three classrooms of Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration in turn, and cast spells to make fruits dance, turn mice into boxes, and mix potions according to strict steps.

Professor Flitwick will score according to the effect of the spell, and the total score of the Charms class will be the result of the written test.

This professor is very lenient in the exam and is very enthusiastic about students. As long as there are no accidents, they will be given high scores. If there are accidents, they can pass the exam again.

The exam of Potions is not as difficult as many students imagine. As long as the operation steps can be completed smoothly, Professor Snape, the master of potions, will score according to the quality of the potion.

However, Gryffindor must be more "taken care of". He will create more pressure on them as much as possible within his permission.

For example, Harry and Ron, the two completed the exam very nervously under his deterrent gaze.

Professor McGonagall is more strict. She checks the box for defects and deducts a certain degree of points according to the size of the defect.

If there are whiskers or tails of mice on the box, then you have to pray for your luck, because it means you will hover on the passing line.

But if half of the box is the body of a mouse and it can move around, then it is a failure without suspense.

"How do you feel?" Aaron held Abe and asked Draco and the other two who came out of the examination room of the History of Magic class with interest.

"Just barely!" Crabbe shook his head, "Most of the questions are not too difficult, but there are a few that I really don't know how to do. I didn't write a word, and I was afraid that Professor Binns would say I tampered with history."

"I feel the same way, I think so too." Goyle agreed deeply.

"I think it's a pity." Draco said with some regret, "I only didn't answer one question, the reason for the elf rebellion.

I didn't listen to the professor when he taught this class, because I have a house elf at home, and the way it was submissive was simply the best.

So... I have no interest in their rebellion at all, it's probably just a small fight!"

Aaron's mouth twitched, and then he gave him a thumbs up, "Your idea is really... too inappropriate, especially as the heir of a pure-blood family."

"What's the problem?"

"The problem is that you may not be able to beat the house elves in your home." Aaron said speechlessly.

"No way!" Draco was a little unconvinced, "I admit that they are good at work and housework, but that's all."

"That's your illusion.

House elves will not attack their masters, no matter how much grievance they have suffered.

But this does not mean that they are weak. In fact, the combat effectiveness of some house elves can even be compared with Aurors, and they will not care about their lives if they fight for their lives."

Draco couldn't help swallowing his saliva. The elf with the least status in the family was actually more powerful than him, which made him a little unacceptable.

"You should be a little nicer to the elves in your home in the future!

Although they are servants, they are barely strong compared to us fledgling wizards.

Of course, how to treat it is your Malfoy's family business. I will not care and have no right to care, but..." Aaron paused and raised a little finger, "Before you have the ability to defeat it, it is better to give it a little respect."

Draco nodded blankly, "I'll try my best!"

After the final exams, the atmosphere in Hogwarts was obviously much more relaxed.

The tense nerves were completely relaxed, and some students even began to cheer.

Regardless of whether they did well or not, at least they were free and carefree for a week before the test results came out.

And after this week, there will be a long summer vacation, which is worth looking forward to for everyone.

However, in this relaxed atmosphere, Aaron had a feeling that a storm was coming.

Because Harry often ran to Hagrid, and from time to time came to ask him if Snape had any abnormalities.

And the frequency is getting more and more frequent, from once every two days, to once a day, and now several times a day.

After more than ten contacts, Aaron inevitably "guessed" some things, so he simply "showed his hand" to them.

Of course, the cards he showed were half true and half false, and more based on the fact that Snape might be a bad guy, deliberately supporting Harry and his friends' inference.

The two sides simply exchanged the information they had, and naturally came to the conclusion that Voldemort was in Hogwarts, and someone (most likely Professor Snape) was cooperating with him to plot the Philosopher's Stone.

Hermione rolled her eyes speechlessly, Harry and Ron both expressed that they regretted knowing Aaron too late, and Aaron pretended to be serious.

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"Harry, I really think you're annoying." Aaron couldn't help rubbing his forehead as he watched Harry Potter pace around in the Transfiguration classroom. "You're the first person besides my uncle who makes me feel annoyed.

It took him several years to make me feel this way, but it only took you less than ten days.

In a way, this is an achievement."

"I know, I know." Harry said excitedly, "I feel like I'm a little bit abnormal, but my forehead hurts like it's on fire.

This scar hurt before, but never... As often as now.

This must be a sign of something, the black robes are about to take action, and danger is coming. "

Aaron raised his eyebrows and looked at Hermione and Ron sitting beside him, "Has he always been so neurotic?

If you have the time, can't you care about the test results?"

"It's just these few days." Ron explained, "After the exam, we were all relaxed, but he seemed to be extremely uneasy and woke up in his sleep for several consecutive days."

"Uh... I suggest you go to Ms. Pomfrey, she..."

"I'm not sick." Harry interrupted Aaron anxiously.

"I mean she should have a potion that can calm people down, you need to calm down now."

"But I... I don't want to go."

Aaron's face darkened and he sent him a sleeping spell directly.

A blue light hit Harry, and he immediately closed his eyes and lay straight on a table.

"Huh! It's much quieter now." Aaron laughed, and then saw Hermione and Ron with stunned faces.

"This, this, but this..." Ron stammered and couldn't speak clearly, "What did you do to him?"

"I just let him rest for a while.

Don't worry, I've controlled the power, and he will wake up soon."