Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

 Chapter 219 Final Examination

Speaking of Quidditch, Hagrid suddenly noticed that Kyle was wearing a team uniform, and then he remembered that today seemed to be a match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin.

But the game has already started, and Kyle appears here as the team's chaser. Doesn't this mean...

　　"Sorry, Kyle." Hagrid said with some guilt: "It's all because of me that you missed the last game!"

"It doesn't matter..." Kyle waved his hand and said: "As long as Noble is not discovered, it will be fine. We are now more than 300 points ahead of the second place. Winning or losing is not that important. I just think it is lazy."

 …

 The two of them walked towards the Quidditch pitch one after another.

 Due to some force majeure that even magic cannot explain, by the time they arrived, the game had just ended.

Kyle glanced at the scoreboard.

  170：70

 Hufflepuff wins!

Although the weak Harris was unable to support himself due to the absence of Kyle and was no match for Slytherin, they still had Cedric.

When Kyle walked out of the tunnel, he happened to see Cedric standing on the court with his arms raised.

And between his fingers, a golden stream of light loomed.

Deafening cheers came from the stands, and everyone was celebrating Hufflepuff's early victory.

Five hundred and sixty points, this score is like a big mountain in front of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, it is almost impossible to surpass.

 Unless they fix the match.

Hagrid also cheered along with the crowd.

Seeing Hufflepuff win made him feel a lot better.

Kyle came to the locker room alone.

Originally, he was still hesitating about how to explain his sudden departure from the team to others, but in the end, no one asked at all.

 They just patted Kyle's shoulder in a friendly manner, just like usual.

"Don't worry." Harris came over and whispered: "We all know that you must have more important things to do!"

Then he laughed twice more,

 “Be happy, we won!”

“That’s right.” Philo echoed with a smile: “Unless Gryffindor and Ravenclaw can score forty goals in the next game, this year’s championship will definitely be ours!”

This game is the last carnival before the exam.

 That evening, the party in the Hufflepuff common room lasted until midnight.

Harris, who had previously claimed that he had an amazing amount of alcohol and could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, after finishing his third bottle of butterbeer, he lay down on the table and couldn't get up.

Several senior Quidditch players stood up and carried him back to the dormitory skillfully.

Kyle looked at this scene and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with him?"

 “Oh, I’m drunk.” Philo said calmly.

“Can you get drunk with butterbeer?” Kyle said in disbelief: “There shouldn’t really be beer in there.”

 He always thought it was a drink similar to hot cocoa.

“Yes, but those beers have been boiled in advance to add a little flavor.”

At this time, a freshman with braids said: "Someone in my family can make butterbeer. I saw it with my own eyes."

"That's right, so if you are a very bad drinker, you will still get drunk even if you drink butterbeer." Ferro said with a smile: "Just like Harris, he can only drink two drinks at ordinary times, and one more sip will make him drunk. ."

“I remember when he went to Hogsmeade for the first time in third grade, he fell asleep on the Three Broomsticks without any warning.

Ms. Rosmerta was so frightened that she thought there was something wrong with her butterbeer. "

Kyle laughed twice.

The cooked beer can be drunk. This amount of alcohol ... Isn't it good to drink pumpkin juice? After Harris got drunk, the banquet ended quickly, and people dispersed and returned to their dormitories.

 …

 After the carnival, what awaits them is still endless review.

The exam is getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere in the castle is getting more and more tense. People have no time to think about Quidditch anymore. Almost everywhere they go, they can see students doing their homework.

The learning atmosphere at Hogwarts has never been higher.

Even Harry and Ron temporarily gave up investigating Snape and started studying hard in the library with Hermione.

It's just that Hermione is reviewing, while Harry and Ron are previewing.

 In this tense atmosphere, exam week is coming soon.

 For Kyle, the second-year exam was not difficult at all. It only took him ten minutes to complete the written test.

 But Professor McGonagall did not allow him to hand in the paper in advance, on the grounds that it would prevent him from passing on the answers to others.

 That’s right, Professor McGonagall failed to supervise the senior year exam again this year, which made her very dissatisfied after looking forward to the whole school year, and she silently complained about Dumbledore several times in her heart.

 She raised her head and looked around the classroom.

How should I put it, this year's student was a little too well-behaved. She only confiscated five cheating items before the exam, and her gains were more than half of last year's.

 This made Professor McGonagall even more disappointed.

Since she had nothing to do, she simply came behind Kyle and looked at his paper.

Many people noticed that Professor McGonagall's face suddenly became serious, and he was shaking his head while looking at it.

 “Did Kyle fail the exam this time?”

People have different expressions, some are nervous, some are regretful, and some are excited...

But Kyle didn’t pay much attention, mainly because he couldn’t see Professor McGonagall’s expression from his position.

 Finally made it to the end of the written test, and the subsequent practical operation was much more enjoyable.

Professor Flitwick cast a spell on a pineapple and asked them to guess what the spell was and restore the pineapple to its original shape.

 When it was Kyle's turn, he deliberately made it more difficult.

Pineapple suddenly grew legs, then jumped off the table and ran quickly on the ground.

"You have three chances." Professor Flitwick said with a smile: "But you can only stand where you are."

The pineapple with legs is very flexible. Every time Kyle is about to recite a spell, it will immediately change its direction.

The spell failed twice, and Kyle gave Professor Flitwick a helpless look.

 Don't think about it, it must be him.

 But Professor Flitwick acted as if he knew nothing, and still smiled calmly: "There is only one last chance left..."

"There's no other way." Kyle took a deep breath, and then a layer of orange light lit up on the wand...

"Wait, wait..." Professor Flitwick's pupils shrank and he quickly stopped him.

“The Transfiguration exam is being held next door, and this spell will affect others.”

 “That exam…”

“You passed.” Professor Flitwick said amusingly.

 In fact, he had given Kyle full marks a long time ago, and those just now were just a little bit of his personal bad taste.

 …

 (End of this chapter)