The day after the discussion in the library, Harry and Ron received a notice of confinement.
That night, Ryan and Hermione were practicing the Transfiguration Spell at the table. Harry and Ron rushed in from outside, and before they could catch their breath after sitting down, they began to tell them about what he and Ron had encountered in the Forbidden Forest that night.
Sure enough, they encountered Voldemort who was sucking blood. But since no one caused trouble this time, Harry and the others met the unicorn a little earlier than in the original book. Although the unicorn was seriously injured, they still saved their lives.
Now he is recovering from his injuries in the centaurs tribe. In addition, the centaurs also gave him an unlucky prophecy.
"The centaurs' prophecies stated that Voldemort would make a comeback. They saw all this from the stars." Harry said with some excitement. "I thought Snape just wanted to make a fortune with the Sorcerer's Stone, but it turned out that he wanted to give away the Sorcerer's Stone.
Give it to Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest to help him come back."
"Please, don't say that name." Ron said tremblingly.
But Harry continued excitedly: "When Voldemort gets the Sorcerer's Stone, then rushes into the castle and kills me, then this prophecy will be fully realized."
"Harry!" Ryan raised his voice and interrupted Harry's rambling: "As far as I know, all prophecies are vague and open to multiple interpretations. It certainly shouldn't be concluded that your direction is too clear.
The answer. Not to mention that Dumbledore is also in the castle. I don’t think anyone can rush in and kill you. There will be an exam in less than a week. I think the most important thing is to go to bed early and stay in good condition tomorrow.
Yes, it’s useless to think about it now.”
Harry seemed to be choked for a moment, and then they climbed the stairs back to the dormitory with Ryan to rest.
Time will not move slower just because someone is nervous about Voldemort's movements. As a week goes by, Ryan's final exams for his first year at Hogwarts begin.
Examinations are the most annoying and scary thing for students, but they are also an indispensable part of students' lives. This has always been the case at home and abroad, even the magical magic school Hogwarts is no exception.
Fortunately, Ryan comes from a country that is good at taking exams and takes them frequently. The kind of review before the exam in the first year of Hogwarts is simply too easy compared to the practice test once a week and the monthly exam once a month before the college entrance examination.
So when he sat in the exam room with his new quill that had been recited with anti-cheating spells, he felt confident.
But the biggest difference from the exams in the ordinary world is that the Hogwarts exams also have magic practical projects.
Each teacher's requirements are different. For example, Professor Flitwick asked them to walk into the classroom one by one and see if they could make a pineapple tap dance across a desk. When Ryan read the novel and saw this, he kept thinking
I wonder how a pineapple can tap dance without long legs. Later, after watching the previous students’ operations, I realized that all you need to do is make the pineapple twist and bounce across the desk at the same frequency. This is much easier than Ryan imagined when adding two legs to a pineapple.
Much simpler.
And Professor McGonagall watched them turn a mouse into a snuff box. The more exquisite the box, the higher the score; if there is still a mouse's beard on the box, points will be deducted. Ryan conjured a snuff box full of tiny gears and springs.
It was a steampunk-style box decorated with pieces, and the gears on it could mesh with each other for transmission. This was a technology he mastered after mastering the "Winter Home Industrial Manual". Ryan saw Professor McGonagall nodding approvingly at his work.
In the underground Potions classroom, Ryan prepared the amnesia potion in an orderly manner. Fortunately, Harry completely attracted Snape's attention. Otherwise, with the professor staring at the back of his neck, it would have frightened him.
Come.
Harry has been looking bad these past few days, and seems to be suffering from pre-exam phobia like Neville. But everyone else is fine. The previous review was very comprehensive and serious. So at least Ron and Hermione are going
I feel confident in the exam room.
The last subject is the history of magic. As long as they persist for another hour and answer which weird old wizards invented the automatic stirring crucible, they will be free and can easily play for a whole week until the exam.
The results were announced. When the ghost of Professor Binns asked them to put down their quills and roll up the parchment on which they had answered the questions, Ryan couldn't help but cheer with the other students.
"It's much easier than I originally thought," Hermione said as they followed the crowd to the sunny field outside. "I don't actually need to memorize the 'Werewolf Code of Conduct of 1637'.
And the history of the goblin rebellion."
"I told you during the review, but you didn't believe it." Ryan said: "Those events involved complex historical and political games, and even affected the distribution of power in the magic world today. Such a complex issue is not
It will be used to test our first-year students."
Hermione started to review the exam contents incessantly, which reminded Ryan of the fear she felt when facing the top student in her previous life. Finally, Hermione finally shut her mouth after Ryan's repeated reminders.
They slowly walked down a gentle slope and plopped down under a tree when they reached the lake. Over there, a big squid lay in a warm shallow water basking in the sun, and the Weasley twins and Li Jordan were gently basking in the sun.
Fiddle with its tentacles.
"I've never understood why squid live in such freshwater lakes, what do you think?" Hermione nudged Ryan with her elbow.
"Maybe it's because it has the blood of magical creatures, such as Kraken or something. But to be honest, every time I see this, I always think of squid or fried squid. But I think such a big squid must be
It’s very old and can only be broken into pieces and made into meatballs. My mother’s specialty is squid meatballs.”
"Ah, I remembered. The squid meatballs your mother made last time were really delicious." Hermione, who had tasted Mrs. Sally's craftsmanship at elementary school and community activities, continued.
Just when Ryan and Hermione were letting their thoughts wander, Harry's annoyed voice suddenly sounded: "My scar has been hurting. It has hurt before, but it has never happened as frequently as it does now."
"Go and see Madam Pomfrey," Hermione suggested.
"I'm not sick," Harry said, "I took this as a warning that danger was coming."
"But Professor Dumbledore is here, Hagrid will not betray Professor Dumbledore, and no one can get past Lu Wei's guard, so there is no need for you to worry. Your scar may be because you are too nervous."
"That's right." Hermione persuaded, "This is all caused by the exam. I woke up last night and was busy reviewing the notes for the Transfiguration class, and then I suddenly remembered that we had already passed the exam for that class."
Harry sat there silently, as if thinking about something. Suddenly, he jumped up. Ryan and the others were a little worried about Harry's condition, so they ran towards the castle with him.