Chapter 1004 (1/2)

In fact, Harry can only put aside Hagrid's request temporarily, because there are always worse things waiting for him, such as owls.

On the day of the exam, as soon as breakfast was over, when the other students disappeared for class, the fifth graders and the seventh graders wandered around the hall, and then, at 9:30, they were called to the hall by class, which had indeed been organized like Harry's father, Sirius and Snape doing their own owls in the meditation basin That's what it looks like; four academic tables have been taken away and replaced by many small single tables, all facing the faculty table, where Professor McGonagall is standing.

When they all sat quietly, she said, ”you can start.” Then he turned over a huge hourglass and put it next to her, where there were extra quills, ink bottles and rolls of parchment. Harry unfolds his paper, his heart beating violently - on his right, a Ravenclaw's bully has been scribbling crazily - and his eyes go down to see the first question

A) give a spell b) describe the action of the wand to make the object fly.

Harry has briefly recalled the magic wand with a stupid rotation to let a club stick fly high into the air and then loud fall to the ground. With a little smile, he flattened the test paper and began to write.

……

“OWLS？” Fanlin raised his head and extinguished the light of his fingertips.

”If you don't tell me, I've forgotten. Are we...”

”We missed it.” ”We missed owls. It's exam day, but we're not in school.”

Fanlin is a little embarrassed. He knows very well that besides him, what girls care about most is that it is similar to the ordinary wizard level examination, or something else.

But it's good news that the girl can complain about not taking the exam. At least, the girl is almost out of Voldemort's shadow before.

It's a good thing, even if it's a little bad in the way you distract.

General wizard level examination

What they are doing now is almost to overthrow the Ministry of magic represented by fudge. Who cares about an examination jointly sponsored by the Ministry of magic and Hogwarts?

Or would Professor McGonagall not let both of them go to her advanced studies class?

”I don't think Professor McGonagall would mind if we took the exam again, or if we were pulled in directly. It's not difficult for a wizard who has mastered Animagus...”

Fanlin said, pulling Hermione with her hand and trying to hold her, but Hermione didn't buy it. It still seemed that she was a bit upset

”If my parents knew we were wanted...”

”Then Mrs. Granger must think that the Ministry of magic is full of idiots...” ”Don't worry, Hermione. We'll be back soon,” Van leen said

Hermione nodded gently and threw the owl letter aside.

”But it's good. I don't have to learn those bad arithmetic divination.” Hermione lay down on the bed Salty... ”

”Salted fish...”

”Oh, yes, it's Salted fish. I think I can have a more relaxed life.” Said Hermione, opening her arms aside and hugging the ceiling.

Fanlin's mouth twitched twice. Hermione Granger?