Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Leaving the castle late at night to see Grawp was just for a look. Currently, Hagrid could still stay in the castle, and Soul and Hermione couldn't do much.

This is just a small episode in life. For Hermione, the most important thing is the upcoming OLS exam.

Umbridge has learned how to ignore Peeves' pranks.

Special tasks are done by special people, and she handed over this task to the members of the operational investigation team who she had high hopes for.

Those Slytherins were more than happy to follow Umbridge around and be on guard when she went out. There was nothing shameful about being a security guard, but it made them even more arrogant.

The green grass on the lawn beside the black lake grew like crazy, and the color became more and more verdant. The gray clouds responsible for the drizzle in spring and summer were blown to the other hemisphere by Merlin. I don’t know when. At first, the soft breeze was mixed with a hint of heat.

June is approaching.

This also means that the two-week OWS exam has begun.

This is a big exam, a very important exam, equivalent to the high school entrance exam in the Muggle world. Professors no longer assign homework, and the class is mainly used to review the questions that are most likely to appear in the exam.

Hermione began to behave strangely. She often closed her eyes and muttered to herself. Fortunately, Hermione was not the only one who behaved strangely.

Others have become very interested in interrogating others about their review status.

During this time, the black market trade between the fifth and seventh grade was very prosperous. Soul, who was already a 'dead man', did not need to take the owls exam. When wandering around the castle, you could always see a few young wizards gathering together. One party took out shiny coins, and the other was responsible for providing products. It looked like they were trading illegal goods.

Those things are all things that can help people focus, refresh themselves, and stay awake.

Ah, of course, it wouldn't matter if these things were actually useful.

But the problem is---

The so-called 'dragon claw powder' is actually dried fox feces.

The so-called 'Bafe Brain Refreshing Potion' is true, but the side effects of the potion that has been replaced with important auxiliary materials are also huge. People who drink it will be unconscious for three days, and many people have already been affected by it.

There are also various amulets with weird shapes. The weirder the shape, the better the sales, for example---

There was a little wizard whom Suer didn't know who specially made a talisman similar to a cross of tree branches with an octopus in the middle to make money. The transaction process was very much like a cult ritual---

Specifically, the person who buys this amulet must devoutly clasp his hands, place the coin in the middle, close his eyes and lower his head, and mutter some meaningless words in his mouth, which are made up of various ancient runic syllables. Discourse.

The young wizard who is responsible for selling this kind of amulet explained that it is an offering to the Lord, and the Lord will choose to grant more power depending on the sincerity.

The Weasley brothers were going to regret not delaying their departure from the castle.

However, when I thought about it, they had stayed in the castle for more than six years and there were OWS exams every year. They would not miss this good opportunity.

All in all, this June has been a complete mess, with all kinds of monsters and ghosts flying around.

In this slightly weird and tense atmosphere, with the arrival of the invigilator, the exam began.

The owls exam is a comprehensive exam that combines practical and written exams. The first exam is the theory of magic. The exam location is the auditorium.

Hermione seemed to be doing pretty well, Soul could tell that she was in a good mood, and the Ravenclaw that stayed in her mind just helped her a lot.

There was no stopping. After the exam, the little wizards had to prepare for the Transfiguration exam the next day.

Wednesday is the Herbology exam and Thursday is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It must be mentioned here that at the end of the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam, all the little wizards who had participated in the Defense Against the Dark Arts study group looked very relaxed.

Yes, after mastering the Patronus Charm, it is no surprise that they will get an 'o' with two eyes, or at worst an 'a'.

One week passes and the next comes.

This week's assessment mainly focused on elective courses for young wizards, as well as astronomy courses that were major but not that important.

The practical exam for the astronomy class was arranged in the evening. As usual, Soul planned to sleep in the Gryffindor lounge until Hermione came back from the exam. But that day, the Gryffindor lounge was in a mess, and the little wizards were chattering. After all this, Su Er had no choice but to leave the soft cushion and go for a walk outside.

But what is there to see in the castle? In the past five years, especially in this year, he has been able to walk through almost all the routes in the castle backwards.

When passing the principal's office on the eighth floor, the gargoyle gave way to his position without any warning.

Sur's raised paw paused...

Ever since Dumbledore left the castle, the principal's office had been closed and no one could enter. But today, it was opened at the moment when Soul passed by accidentally.

"Come in." A voice as thin as a mosquito's fly came into Sur's ears.

Is it Dumbledore's voice? !

Sur decisively turned around and stepped onto the spiral staircase. The gargoyle stone beast closed with a bang, as if it had never been opened before.

Soul, who had returned to his human form on the steps, skillfully shook the eagle-shaped copper ring on the door of the principal's office and the door of Ravenclaw, which looked the same but had no voice function.

The copper ring knocked on the door and made a dull sound, but there was no response.

Su Er was a little confused and stretched out his hand to push the door.

The door was unlocked and opened easily, but Soul did not see Dumbledore's shadow inside.

The battle in the principal's office that day seemed fierce. Dumbledore's desk was turned upside down, and the tables with slender legs were knocked over to the floor. The desks were whirring and spitting out silvery white smoke. The silverware lay quietly on the floor, crooked and deflated, silently telling the story of his experience.

There were several picture frames hanging crookedly on the wall, and the contents inside fell to the floor. The principals were nowhere to be seen.

Strange, where did the voice that let me in come from?

Su Er looked around, a little confused.

"Where are you looking?" Another voice came, this time much clearer, "Here, I'm here."

Oh, it turned out to be the Sorting Hat.

The hat that holds the power of sorting students into different houses still looks dirty and inconspicuous, with a large crack opening and closing on the naturally curved brim.

"Mr. Sorting Hat?"

"Sir? Haha." The Sorting Hat laughed ugly, "Interesting title."

"Let's get down to business, kid. Do you see that portrait? The last one in the second row on the left, the one with the overturned chair. Open it."