From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

“It’s incredible!” Examiners gathered in the corridor. They all looked very old and may have been doing this job for a long time. “I have never seen such a scene in O.W.L.s, let alone in recent decades.”

The written and practical parts of O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T. are conducted in two separate time periods. The practical content of Defense Against the Dark Arts coincides with the first-year Transfiguration written test.

"What happened?" Professor Sprout asked, "I seem to hear a big noise?"

"Oh! Professor Sprout." A wrinkled and sparsely haired wizard said, he is Professor Tofty, the examiner of N.E.W.T. Defense Against the Dark Arts, "Please rest assured, no one is injured. Except for the Hinky Punk as the test tool."

"Oops!" Professor Sprout exclaimed, "You just said the test questions like this?"

In addition to the examiners of O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T., there are many fifth-year and seventh-year students waiting in the corridor. After all, these two exams are individual, not teamwork.

The students in the corridor looked at each other and began to search their heads for knowledge about this dark magic creature.

Hinky Punk is a one-legged creature that seems to be condensed from smoke. It looks quite fragile and harmless, but it will hide in the foggy forest and lure travelers into the quagmire. When you see a dim blue light in an uninhabited forest, it is very likely to be a hinkypunk. Often, Muggles call them will-o'-the-wisp.

"Now we have to use the backup plan!" Professor Tofty said helplessly, "We never expected that a student would blow up a cloud of fog directly."

"Who is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts this year?" Professor Tofty asked Professor Sprout, "The student didn't move his lips at all, but just waved his wand and messed up the exam room. Maybe we need to change the exam room."

As he spoke, several other examiners walked out of the door behind Professor Tofty. They all looked bad. Obviously, the heat wave and shock wave generated by the close-range explosion were enough to make them drink a pot, not to mention the noise that could be heard throughout the castle.

"Professor Tofty! Do you know what he told me?" A thin old lady pulled a student out of the examination room. Judging from the badge on his school uniform, he was a Gryffindor. "He said that their whole class knows that spell! Their professor asked them, 'If you are facing a dark magic creature that you don't understand at first, use this spell to blow it up!'"

"This is really... this is really..." The little old lady's lips trembled a few times, and finally loosened the robe of the seventh-year Gryffindor, shook her head and left. It seems that the examiners all need a break.

Footsteps came from the corridor. It was Professor McGonagall who was invigilating in other examination rooms. I don't know who he appointed to invigilate for her.

"Professor McGonagall!" As soon as he saw her, Professor Tofty, who had thin hair, shouted, "I think the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam must be postponed for half an hour... no... preferably an hour. We need to rearrange the exam room and set up backup questions."

"Oh, I see." Professor McGonagall looked into the former exam room, nodded calmly, and then opened a new waiting room and called the students in the corridor to go in, "Go in and take a break, children, it seems that our examiner has encountered a little trouble. The exam room will be moved to Classroom 11 on the first floor. Don't worry, you can all finish the exam today."

"That's right, that's right!" Professor Tofty echoed, "Our Wizard Examination Administration has rich experience in dealing with emergencies, and we have set up backup plans. Fortunately, we have backup plans."

His last sentence was very low, but Professor McGonagall, who was standing next to her, still heard it clearly.

"Goodbye, Professor McGonagall." Professor Tofty said goodbye to Professor McGonagall, "I know where classroom 11 is. We will set up the venue ourselves."

When the last tuft of hair on Professor Tofty's head disappeared into the stairs, Professor McGonagall shook her head and whispered, "I hope you have enough backup plans..."

"Minerva." Professor Sprout said, "Where is our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? If he sees this scene, he will be very happy."

"It's hard to say." Professor McGonagall smiled, "According to what I know, Professor Victor is known to be very strict. Two weeks before the exam, he even led the students to turn over the vegetable garden next to the forbidden forest. "Professor McGonagall pointed to the messy front examination room, "Use that spell. By the way, he is now on the third floor, invigilating the second-year History of Magic exam."

"Hehe~" Professor Sprout laughed, with big dimples on his round face, "I should go back. I guess I will get a good score in the Transfiguration exam this year."

"Good luck to you, Minerva." Professor Sprout said before entering the door.

"You too, Pomona." Professor McGonagall responded.

So an hour later, the Gryffindor trio quarreled on the way to the History of Magic exam room.

"Did you listen to me?" Hermione asked angrily. After the previous exams, she would try to find Harry and Ron to check the answers and let them know how many questions they got wrong, but she didn't do that after the Transfiguration exam.

It was because Harry and Ron committed "outrageous, unforgivable, heinous, and blasphemous cheating" in the exam room.

"What did you say?" Ron tried to get away with it, and quickened his pace. He knew that as long as he entered the exam room, Hermione would focus on the test paper.

"Don't cause trouble, don't deduct points from Gryffindor?" Harry added immediately. He and Ron had a tacit understanding, especially in dealing with Hermione.

"Neither!" Hermione hit the two people's ribs with her elbow, and they squatted down at the door of the classroom in pain. "If I see you cheating again! I will report it to Professor McGonagall personally! Do you understand?"

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9!

Ron was holding his ribs and wanted to speak, but he felt Harry pulling his sleeve. He looked up and saw Professor Victor, expressionless, standing at the door of the classroom. It seemed that they had come to the examination room from the stairs in just a few words.

"I seem to hear 'cheating'? Miss Granger?" Ivy asked with a bad taste, ready to scare the three little ones.

"——!" Hermione was startled and quickly said in a pinched voice, "We were just joking... Professor Victor. Can I go in?"

Harry and Ron felt Professor Victor's eyes sweeping back and forth on their faces. Before the sweat on their foreheads dripped down, he slowly said, "Go in, three of you."

In the following exams, Harry and Ron were on pins and needles, because every three to five minutes, Professor Victor would walk down the podium and come to the two of them. Either his heels would make a crisp sound on the floor, or he would stare at the two's test papers for a long time, and then shake his head and sigh imperceptibly.

It was not until all the students in the examination room felt the floor shake that Professor Victor left behind a few movable dummies to patrol on his behalf and turned around to go out to check the situation.