"Being controlled, I can't get out any information -" Sean whispered to Hermione in the library.
He went to find the captured wizards, and it was obvious that the soul-stealing curse and the memory curse had been 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 maintained a certain degree of self-awareness, which was something Sean had never seen before - those wizards did work for the Returned or the British Ministry of Magic, and they voluntarily had their memories tampered with to control their souls. This made
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 these guys up.
But considering various circumstances, the only option for now is to lock the other party in an underground prison under strict supervision.
Hearing Sean's voice, Hermione, who was multitasking, wrote down possible key points in 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 though 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 have been no major problems - 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 party is still in the shadows."
"If they can penetrate every corner of the wizarding world, then they won't need to engage in these conspiracies, they can 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 concluded: "They are strong, but not that strong."
Sean nodded thoughtfully: "It makes sense, after all, they have 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 discover." 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 attending 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 will explain it to the professors."
"Hey! You guys! This is the library!" Just as he was talking, Mrs. Pince'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 have felt very embarrassed - hush, if I go on, 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 N.E.W.T, the Advanced Wizarding Test.
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've always dreamed of.
As for N.E.W.T certificates? To hell with that -
Of course, the heartless Weasley twins are exceptions. 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 grounds of the castle sparkled in the sun, as if they had just been painted. The cloudless sky smiled at the reflection in the sparkling lake. The satin-smooth greenery undulated gently in the breeze.
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The teacher no longer assigns homework to them, and the class is all used to review the questions that the teacher thinks are most likely to appear in the exam. This kind of fanatical and hard-working atmosphere makes the fifth grade students' minds full of ordinary wizard level exams, almost
Don't bother to 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 firmly 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 is 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 those things 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 her 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 the house elves' expectations.
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 had developed an annoying habit of interrogating others about their review status.
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 up outside the Herbology class, his eyes flashing anxiously.
"I don't know," Ron said, "A few hours."
"More or less than eight hours?"
"I guess it's less," Ron said, looking a little panicked.
"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. On weekends, it's usually ten 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 near Sean and Hermione again - of course, torturing a scumbag like Ron makes Ernie more happy.
Fortunately, Ron's torture did not last long. Professor Sprout drove them into Greenhouse No. 3, 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. They were trading things that could help people concentrate, refresh themselves, and stay awake.
Sean saw Eddie Carmichael, his senior in the same school who was one grade above him, selling Baffy's Awakening Potion 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 would only cost 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-boosting agent, the total cost is three silver cents?"
Ron and Harry both froze 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, and 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 object. 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 great 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 next to Hermione when she confiscated it, and then I looked carefully. If I guessed correctly, it should be dried fox feces - I can go there if you are sure you need it.
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 exam timetable and specific requirements.
"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 will be tested in the morning and the practical exam in the afternoon. Of course, the practical exam in astronomy will be at night.
conduct."
After everyone received 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 particularly strict anti-cheating charm added to it. Self-answering quills are not allowed into the examination room, as well as memory balls, cheat sheet sleeves and self-correcting ink. I regret to tell you that
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 college 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."