Chapter 1002 N.E.W.Ts Class

"It's really unfair to you that she did this. You are not a fifth grader, and you can't hear what the professors said about the o..Ls exam in class. How does she want you to review?" Hermione said, "Besides, you don't even have a wand on the surface now, and there are many spells that you can't review. She did it on purpose."

Considered in this light, Umbridge is indeed vicious. Confiscated Ivan's wand, and then said to give him a chance to take an exam that must use a wand and is very important to the student's life. No matter how you look at it, this is cheating Ivan.

If it was another person, it would probably have collapsed by now!

"But in fact, I didn't hand over my wand. Most of the knowledge can be found in books. Professor McGonagall also promised to help me contact other professors, persuade them to help me with tutoring, and allow me to sit in on the fifth grade class. Courses or something.” Ivan said indifferently, “It’s not a bad thing, Hermione, I’ve already learned what I need, and I also want to take the exam to prove myself, if everything goes well, I can join you next year Attend class."

After the o..Ls exam, Hogwarts students will no longer be divided into classes according to grades, but will enter the corresponding n.e..Ts class according to the exam results.

This is the last and biggest diversion before graduation. Professors have different requirements for grades, and everyone will study separately.

For example, Snape, he only recruited students with excellent o..Ls test scores, and taught them to get n.e..Ts certificates.

Students who did not meet his requirements could only give up the Potions class, or enter another professor's Potions class to continue their studies.

Although everyone usually contacts the deans of various colleges, in fact, Hogwarts has a staff team of hundreds of people.

So, if all goes well, Evan will be in the same class as Hermione this year.

"But what if something unexpected happens, I mean, if you can't get excellent in every subject, what should you do?"

For most people, being able to pass and get the o..Ls certificate is already thankful, but Hermione is thinking that if Aiwen can't get all the excellent subjects because of this, it will undoubtedly be very bad for him To be fair, quite a loss...

"Well, with you here, will I not be excellent?" Ai Wen asked back.

He didn't really care about grades anymore, but Hermione took them seriously.

Aiwen couldn't tell her if he could get the o..Ls excellent and had little effect on him, such negative words.

"Okay, you start reviewing with me today, we only have less than seven months!" Hermione said seriously, took out a schedule and a lot of parchment from her schoolbag and handed it to Ivan, "Here are my class notes and the assignments assigned by the professors. You have to complete them together, and I will bring them to you for you."

She seems to have made up her mind to supervise Ai Wen's studies and help him get a satisfactory grade.

At that time, they can enter the same class to study...

Beside the two of them, Harry had been staring into the fire as if the world was about to end.

After a long time, he asked softly, "Has any of you seen Ron?"

"No, Lavender was also looking for him, but after the game, no one saw him." Hermione said, and then let go of the effort to explain the progress of the fifth grade course for Ivan, "I think he is Avoid us, maybe, he will be in..."

Just then there was a creaking sound behind them, the Fat Lady turned forward, and Ron crawled in through the portrait hole.

He was very pale, with snowflakes on his head.

Seeing that Ivan, Harry, and Hermione were still there, he was stunned.

"Where have you been?" Hermione asked eagerly, jumping up.

"A walk," muttered Ron, still in his Quidditch robe.

He went to the fire and sank into the chair furthest from Harry, not daring to look at them as the Snitch circled over the four of them.

"Sorry!" Ron murmured, looking at his toes.

"Why?"

"Because I thought I could play Quidditch," Ron said. "But I can't. I'm so bad. I might as well put Ginny or Gut on the field. I'm going to ask to leave the team early tomorrow morning."

"If you leave the team, there will only be three official players on the team." Harry said angrily. Seeing that Ron didn't understand, he continued, "I was banned for life, and Fred and George, Angelina They couldn't find anyone to replace them. In addition, the star and Ivan's wands were also confiscated, and Ivan had to take the o..Ls exam in advance, what kind of assessment would he accept..."

"What?" Ron exclaimed, and several people recounted the incident to him.

Harry didn't say a word, and he couldn't bear to repeat himself.

When Ron knew these things, it became obviously more painful.

"Blame me……"

"It's not your fault!"

"If it wasn't for me being so useless..."

"It has nothing to do with this!"

"That song made me nervous..."

"Anyone will be nervous if they change it, the lyrics they made up are too bad!"

Harry and Ron were arguing like this, Ivan and Hermione looked at each other and didn't participate in it.

"Can't you please?" finally, Harry snapped, "it's bad enough without you here blaming yourself."

Ron didn't say anything, looking sadly at his wet robe.

After a while, he muffled, "This is the worst feeling I've ever felt in my life."

"It's the same for everyone!" Harry sighed, "You have to perform well, the Gryffindor team can only rely on you, we..."

Just then, he stopped suddenly, wide-eyed to see Sirius's shaggy black head emerging from the flames.

"Hello!" He said with a smile, as if he had sensed something, "Isn't it time for me to come? The atmosphere seems a little bit wrong?"

"Hello, Sirius!" said several people almost simultaneously, kneeling on the hearth rug.

Crookshanks came running from the side, meowing and leaning closer to the fire, regardless of the heat, trying to kiss Sirius on the face.

Hermione hastily pulled Crookshanks back before he scorched his beard.

"How is the situation recently? What happened?" He asked softly.

"Not good!" said Harry, recounting what had happened today, arguing with Ron again about whose fault it was.

"Oh, it's really bad!" said Sirius. "That woman is really annoying, isn't she? How is your Defense Against the Dark Arts team doing?"

"It's okay, we named the defense team D.A., which is Dumbledore's Army!"

"It's a good name, but the situation is getting more and more complicated, so you should hurry up and learn a few more magic spells."

"What do you mean by that?" Ivan asked, "Did something happen in Norway?"

He still remembered not long ago, on the day of the first D.A. event, Harry's scar hurt, and Harry even felt Voldemort's anger at that time. Browse and read the address: