A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 672 Final Exam
The weather at Hogwarts in June is sunny and sunny, but for little wizards at Hogwarts, June means exams.

As the entire ancient rune system became more and more perfect, the corresponding assessment system became more evidence-based.Felix believes that the students in the third and fourth grades are still in the stage of training basic abilities and cultivating interests, so the assessment is not too difficult, and it is not as one-sided as the upper grades, and it is not one-sidedly biased towards practice, but adopts theoretical magic text and practical magic text. The practice of paying equal attention to text.

For example, this year's third-grade theory test included a one-foot composition in ancient magic script, in addition to the regular translated sentences, with the title "A Day of Commemoration"; the practical test was a recreational magic puppet show.Students can choose one person to show their manipulation skills, or find a suitable partner to let the magic puppets fight brilliantly, and even form a drama team.

Felix deliberately arranged the third-grade practical exam in the auditorium, and many students of other ages came to watch enthusiastically.Judging from the envious expressions of the little wizards in the first and second grades present, part of his goal had been achieved.

Snape asked sourly if he wanted the parents of the students to vote for him in Wizard Weekly's 'Most Charming Smile Award'?

"You reminded me, Severus." Felix broke into a charming smile, and the professors next to him looked at him strangely.

A wonderful puppet duel had just ended on the circular arena in front of them. When the applause disappeared, Felix waved his hand, and all the scorched flames, ice cubes, and cracks on the field returned to their original state. The next second, the corner Six or seven students came up from here and started to build the stage background with various props.

It can be seen that the leader is a little Hufflepuff girl, "Eleanor?" A boy said nervously, the girl clenched her fist and waved it twice in the air, as if to cheer herself up, and stood up said loudly:

"Teach, professor, we're going to do 'Babbitty Rabbit and Her Quacking Stump.'"

Felix nodded to her, "Miss Branstone, you may begin."

Eleanor Branstone cleared her throat and introduced the background of the story emotionally: "A long time ago, there was a foolish king who was very eager to have the power of magic, so the king sent a team to capture him. And posted notices in every town, but he didn't know that the washerwoman who washed the clothes in the palace was a witch..."

"On this day, a charlatan appeared in the palace, claiming that he was the powerful wizard the king was looking for."

While she was talking, several young wizards were busy manipulating magical puppets to appear on the stage. They were dressed up in different theatrical costumes, including a potbellied king (whose clothes seemed to be stuffed with cotton), funny-looking charlatans (whose appearance was almost Peeves), the gray-haired washerwoman (holding a flattened toothpick), and some palace guards (replaced with chocolate frog cards and wizard cards).

"I need gold! There are also big, big rubies!" A boy imitated the charlatan perfectly and said: "I also need to brew potions in silver goblets!"

Even the senior students watched it with gusto, and Harry heard more than one of his classmates wanting to try it after the exams.

"These little devils are quite imaginative." Ron said carelessly.

"I hope you can be so confident tomorrow." Hermione said, they had just finished the charms test, and they were happy to have a day of rest and adjustment.Even though they had their Potions exam tomorrow, they agreed to take some time out to relax their tense nerves.

Harry saw a lot of familiar faces around, and he guessed that these people had the same thoughts as them.He tried not to look at the figures of Dumbledore and Grindelwald in the crowd - he was still not used to it.Even Hermione was less active in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"You let me watch something so childish?" Grindelwald whispered.

"Don't say that, I just annotated "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" just now." Dumbledore said happily: "Sometimes I think Professor Dippet's decision is a bit hasty, since the total ban on theatrical performances , there is one less large-scale recreational activity in the school."

Grindelwald's expression became unpredictable, and his lips squirmed into a thin voice.

"We almost tore through this book back then. After such a long time, what prompted you to do this? Or...you have already collected three Deathly Hallows? The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the uncertain The invisibility cloak... The clues I followed ended in Godric's Hollow—" He stopped talking suddenly.

"It's the Deathly Hallows," Dumbledore corrected.

"When did you overturn this common conclusion?"

"I've always been skeptical, but I compromised and accepted what you said, blinded by false hopes." Dumbledore also whispered, and they fell silent, and finally, the drama reached its climax.

"—You're going to erect a statue of Babbitty! To commemorate your poor washerwoman, so that you will never forget your stupidity!" said the little wizard pretending to be a tree stump, holding his throat.Then a fat old rabbit jumped out of the stump, and after a puff of smoke the washerwoman appeared.

"In this way, the statue of the washerwoman has been erected on the stump, and the foolish king has been taught a lesson, and he never dared to persecute the wizards in the kingdom." Eleanor Branstone ended the story with an excited ending, her cheek slightly Blushing and bowing to his partner in salute.There was thunderous applause in the auditorium.

Dumbledore also applauded enthusiastically, and Grindelwald slapped twice reluctantly.

"I want to talk to you, Dumbledore..."

When the voices in the auditorium gradually subsided, Grindelwald continued to whisper, "According to your philosophy, one leader is easy to achieve strongman politics, two people are prone to split, and only three can maintain balance. Don't say you hold the current female minister. If you have expectations, the boy opposite can crush her to death with one finger."

Dumbledore raised his head and looked at the boy opposite - Felix, who had just finished grading the students, seemed to sense that someone was watching him. He looked back along this line of sight and found that there was no one behind Dumbledore. Nodded expressively.

"The next group is on."

After the exam, everyone dispersed happily, talking and laughing all the way.At this time, Snape next to Felix and Grindelwald next to Dumbledore disappeared, and the two got together.

"Is there any request about the transfer spell...?" Felix asked.

"Request." Dumbledore repeated softly, looking at Luna bouncing around, the Parvati sisters giggling and walking away, and Peeves sneaking a head out of the ceiling. After a while he said:

"The subject must lose consciousness, otherwise it will be difficult for him to pretend that nothing happened...so find a good time."

Felix pondered the meaning of the words twice.

"In short, to stun him? You or me?"

Dumbledore gave him a reproachful look.

"Oh yes, it must not arouse suspicion. Everything must be reasonable." Felix rolled his eyes and thought for a while, "I see! When he leaves school—" Grindelwald was transferred to the school under the pretext of changing the location. stun.When he woke up again, it was all over.

Dumbledore nodded awkwardly.

"During this time, I will always give him hope that he can continue to stay in school."

……

The next day's exams continued. When the fourth grade exams came to an end, Felix was fine for two consecutive days. He and Professor McGonagall received the examiners from the Wizarding Examinations Administration.

The leader was still Professor Marchban, with a hunched back and wrinkled face, but she was hale and hearty, and her voice was surprisingly loud.

The arrival of the examiners means that the leisurely (not leisurely) days of grades [-] and [-] are finally over. They will take two weeks of intensive exams. In the words of students who have experienced it: "It was a hellish day , but you finally see the hope of liberation."

"Actually not," Harry comforted the irritable Ginny, who was preparing for the OWLs exam, "the sixth grade curriculum is more perverted, just look at Ron—" Ginny turned her head to one side, and couldn't hold back "Pfft Laughing out loud, Ron was staring at the Transfiguration class notes borrowed from Hermione with a sad face, and there were a few clear ink marks on his face at some point.

"If I know Animagus, I don't have to worry about it," said Ron listlessly. "The theory is terrible, and the practice is almost interesting. I hope I can pass it in the end." His words attracted a lot of echoes.

"The weather outside is so nice, but we have to spend time on exams. My eyes are going to go blind." Dean was also full of complaints.

At this moment, Hermione walked in from the outside. She had just finished her math and divination exam, and the next exam would be the same as theirs. "You've got a smudge on your face, Ron," she said cheerfully, pulling Advanced Transfiguration from her bag.

"Just leave it. I'll remember to clean it up the next day," muttered Ron.

For the next few hours, Harry accompanied Ginny to review until late at night. She was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open, so she went back to sleep under Harry's persuasion.Hermione left after a while, and there were only a few lights left in the common room. Ron stared at the transfiguration note for 2 minutes. When he realized that he hadn't read a word, he finally followed Harry back to the dormitory.

He and Harry were tiptoeing into their pajamas in the dark by moonlight when Neville's muffled voice came from the corner of the room.

"Harry, Ron, do you know when Professor Bagshot leaves school? I want to see him off."

Harry cheered up, he looked at the black shadow where Ron was, and Ron's movements also froze. "Hmm—" Harry was racking his brains for an excuse, and Ron said suddenly, "I'm sorry, Neville, we didn't know either."

"Oh, yeah. I'm still thinking about..." Neville muttered two vague words, turned over and went back to sleep.

Harry lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and found himself sleepless.My mind is full of questions just now, Neville still doesn't know the identity of Professor Bagshot... Will this secret be kept?Neville didn't get an answer from them, he might ask the professor directly, or he might not... Maybe Neville wanted to surprise that person.

Harry knew why Neville was so obsessed: only a few professors had privately invited him to their offices.

But that's the dark wizard Grindelwald.

Some of the memories he saw in the Pensieve became part of the dream, messing with his mind.Voldemort also appeared from time to time, seeming to regard him as Dumbledore and Professor Haip, cursing him in different ways.Harry had to use tenacious willpower to convince himself that he had exams tomorrow morning, and he had to get enough sleep so he could remember those tricky Transfiguration theories.

Occlumency kicks in and everything stops.Harry yawned deeply and fell asleep.

"The next step is to deploy a large number of anti-apparition spells?" At the same time, Felix, who was still working overtime, asked.

Dumbledore looked around the Chamber of Secrets with great interest.

"Yeah, that's the last step," he said.

The previous appearance was completely invisible here. They were standing in a jungle at the moment, and some rune creatures passed by, raising their heads from time to time to look at the two of them and the huge Ouroboros above their heads.

That's right, Voldemort was transferred here from Room [-]. When Dumbledore came to discuss the location of the decisive battle with Felix, Felix thought of this place all of a sudden.Salazar Slytherin once used this place as a secret classroom and a place to study blood magic, and arranged a lot of protective magic.

The most important thing is that it doesn't feel bad if it is destroyed.Unlike classroom No. [-], there are many professors' memories hidden in it, and two new 'persons' have recently moved in.

"The environment here is wonderful," Dumbledore said in admiration, looking at the sky above his head and the surrounding entertainment venues, "but how did you come up with the idea of ​​transforming the Chamber of Secrets into a playground?"

Ordinary wizards should not have this kind of thinking.

Felix shook his head.

"It was Tom Riddle who inspired me."

"Voldemort?" Dumbledore was slightly surprised, and then came to his senses, "Another personality?"

"Well, when I found out that Riddle still inevitably realized that he was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and started to investigate the location of the Chamber of Secrets, I simply invited him to join him-he had a lot of ideas here .”

Three days later in the afternoon, the sixth grade ancient rune practice assessment was coming to an end.

Although these students knew the content of the exam more than a month in advance, they still had to complete their works within the stipulated time.For three full hours, the students raced against the clock, and the closer to the end, the more careful they were, for fear of accidentally messing up.When Hermione was the first to raise her hand and handed in a solidified firebird ornament, other students also completed the exam one after another. Their ideas were all kinds of strange, and many of them opened Felix's eyes.

Harry handed in a rune broom, which looked decent, with seven floating circuits embedded in it, which not only allowed the broom to hang in mid-air, but also carried a certain amount of weight.But when Harry sat on it to demonstrate, the middle of the broom immediately dented, more like a grotesquely cut flying carpet than a broom. "Connection problems, Potter, don't underestimate the role of nonsense characters, they are responsible for communicating magic."

Ron handed in a one-foot-long wizard chess piece, and he couldn't continue to compress the size of the chess piece. "It's still a connection problem, Weasley, but you must have put a lot of emotion into it when you made it, which makes it look more lively."

Ron lowered his head and stared at the knight chess piece in his hand that was looking around. The knight's face looked very hideous.He wondered if the professor was speaking ironically.

"Appearance is not one of the evaluations," Felix said.

Many young wizards chose animals. Of course, the difficulty of hiding is actually higher.Susan Burns' bunny ran deftly around them twice before breaking itself apart with a sneeze.She opened her mouth, dumbfounded, with a weepy expression on her face.

"Good, Miss Burns, you need to pay attention to the details."

Susan breathed a sigh of relief, packed up her things and walked briskly out of the classroom.

"That's why I scored on the spot—I'm afraid I won't be able to bring it back in time." Felix muttered softly.

He is very prescient and has a quick eye and a quick hand.Always be there for students who need it the most, and fight for a series of accidents—such as a peacock throwing off its wings, a fire slug burning itself and the table to ashes, a notebook with wings flying out of the window, etc.— — a chance to see them one last time.

When the last student left the examination room, Felix was sweating slightly on his forehead.This is also a test for him.

……

That night, the group entered Hogsmeade.They are from the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards.

(End of this chapter)