novelcrest Chapter 558 Exam Week
Chapter 558 Exam Week
Chapter 554 Exam Week
There is also a Quidditch match during these three months.
In this Quidditch match, the Gryffindor team won decisively.
This may be related to the recent form of each of them – with Umridge gone, the team finally no longer has the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads.
With more training time, they also put in more effort.
"Miss Weasley, what brings you here today?"
"I think----"
Ginny hesitated, wondering whether to test Sean to find out that he was the informant.
Just as she was about to speak, there was a knock on the door.
"Professor, it's me."
It was Hermione's voice; it was easy to recognize.
These days, she has been deliberately avoiding contact with Hermione, for fear that the other party will discover something is wrong.
What should I do?
Feeling flustered, Ginny inexplicably looked towards the cabinet in the corner.
I always felt there was some safety there.
Sean watched as Ginny's gaze drifted toward the cupboard, her expression filled with anticipation.
What happened?
Why do all the people who come to his office look like they're hiding in the closet?
To be fair, Dumbledore's office wardrobe was two or three times larger than his own, and could probably easily hide five or six people.
Sean kindly opened the cupboard for Ginny, indicating that she could go inside to hide if she wanted.
Ginny didn't even know how she reacted at the time.
All I remember is that when I came to my senses again, I was already inside the pitch-black cabinet.
"Professor, is anyone in your office? I heard you talking to someone just now."
Even though Sean is now the headmaster, Hermione still prefers to call him Professor.
Sean didn't mind; it seemed like a tacit understanding between the two.
As she spoke, Hermione glanced suspiciously at the cabinet in the corner.
There—she avoided it—but it was out of necessity.
Who would hide in a closet because they can't stand seeing themselves? I'm probably just overthinking it.
"no."
Sean's unwavering reply only reinforced Hermione's belief in the absurdity of her earlier thought.
So she steered the conversation to the main topic.
"Professor, I've come to ask—what happened that day? Why did you assign me those tasks in advance?"
Ginny, who was hiding in the closet, paused for a moment.
No wonder—investigating the details of that day's story was also a task Umbridge assigned to her after she left.
Now it seems—
You search high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly!
"It was just something we anticipated."
"Do you know who the informant is? I mean, there's definitely an informant among us."
Ginny shuddered at Hermione's words.
Sure enough—Hermione found out.
If even Hermione knows, it means that Professor Phillips most likely knows as well.
Would he think it was himself?
Sean glanced at Ginny hiding in the shop window and shook his head.
"There was no informant. It was just a coincidence—perhaps Umbridge simply happened to see you go into the Room of Requirement on your way there."
"R-really?"
Hermione was skeptical and stared intently into Sean's eyes.
so cute.
Hermione has matured considerably this semester, especially now, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.
He was somewhat puzzled, a little fierce, and had a heroic air about him.
"Would I lie to you?"
After thinking for a moment, Hermione shook her head.
Sean wore a rather proud expression, but it didn't linger on his face for long before he saw Hermione nod again.
"Have I ever lied to you?"
"I've lied, more than once."
"Professor, is this your first time—"
Hermione recounted every detail of their relationship as if it were a treasure trove. Sean's face grew increasingly red, and he mumbled something like "This isn't a lie," "It's a white lie," and other incomprehensible phrases.
For a moment, a rather romantic atmosphere filled the office.
He realized that he no longer held the same intimidating power over Miss Granger.
Sean decides to teach Miss Granger a lesson.
Miss Granger, her face flushed and panting, had withstood Sean's first wave of attacks, but collapsed weakly onto the sofa, utterly exhausted.
Who is the winner now?
Ginny didn't know, but what she was seeing was completely beyond her comprehension.
No wonder----
Ginny suddenly recalled Hermione's series of conversations with her at the beginning of the semester, as well as those actions that seemed vaguely "strange" at the time.
So, there was this other factor involved.
Ginny was suddenly shocked by her own thoughts.
She could swear to Merlin that before hearing today's conversation, she had never had the slightest suspicion about the relationship between the two.
Sean knew exactly what Ginny was thinking.
It wasn't that he understood people's hearts, but rather that different system notification sounds were already ringing in his ears.
After the system upgrade, I have more privileges.
Ginny's corruption level is skyrocketing.
What will Ginny think?
Specifically, Sean didn't care; he was more concerned about what Ginny would do.
As the O.W.Ls exam approaches, many people's behavior has become distorted.
This condition is scientifically known as pre-exam anxiety.
When faced with this situation, many people choose different ways to alleviate it.
For example, some people will inquire about other people's study time to find a way to comfort themselves.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
"How many hours do you study each day?"
"I haven't calculated it."
"Is it more or less than eight hours?"
"Less, right?"
"That's good. I can study for eight hours, eight to nine hours—I can study for ten hours on weekends, nine and a half hours on Mondays, and seven hours on Tuesdays—that's an average of eight to nine hours."
The speaker was McMillan.
He was very proud when he told others about these things, his face beaming with smugness.
However, in East Asia, this amount of learning time is somewhat insufficient.
They might even be accused of "laziness".
The above is one method; there are other ways to alleviate test anxiety.
Malfoy then came up with a solution—to alleviate his pre-exam anxiety through his network of contacts.
"Exams are never a matter of how well or poorly one studies."
"There are connections to everything, and exams are no exception."
"My dad has a good relationship with the people at the Wizarding Examinations Authority, but sometimes he uses a little trickery."
The Slytherins around him looked at him with envy.
They also wished they had a father with such extensive connections and influence.
From every perspective, Malfoy certainly thrived in the wizarding world.
Lucius was Fudge's advisor—and Sean's subordinate—and was also highly valued by Voldemort.
Regardless of who wins, the Malfoy family will remain standing.
In addition, there's the "special" relationship between Sean and Narcissa —
"Do you think Malfoy is right?" Ron asked Hermione and Harry in alarm after hearing Malfoy's words.
"Perhaps the Ministry of Magic has always been a mess."
Harry gave his answer, but Hermione seemed to have a different opinion.
"I don't think this method will work."
In the end, it all came down to one.
"It still depends on one's own abilities."
The fifth and seventh graders were becoming increasingly tense in this rather oppressive atmosphere.
Gray market transactions also occurred in the process.
The Weasley twins launched a special exam package for these students:
These include, but are not limited to, energy candies, as well as exam charms that they claim are "blessed".
Many people are generous with their money, and even if it's just a psychological effect, it often has an unexpected effect at this time.
During the transformation class a week before the exam, they received the exam time and schedule.
"As you can see..."
"Generally speaking, the O.W.Ls exam will last for two weeks and consists of a written exam and a practical exam."
"It's still the same old problem."
"Cheating is strictly prohibited. Automatic answer pens, memory balls, and automatic error correction ink are all strictly forbidden in the examination room—cheating will leave a stain on your record."
"Even though I emphasize this every year, there are still students who cheat."
"Do you really think you can escape the Wizarding Examination Board's scrutiny? They all went through the same thing back then. In short, I hope this kind of thing doesn't happen this year."
"—At least not in Gryffindor."
"As for your results, you will be informed by the owl in July."
This is for most young wizards—
They spent the first half of the summer vacation carefree.
The fifth-grade students' first exam was on curse theory, which was held on Monday morning.
Harry agreed to help Hermione with her studying after lunch on Sunday, but then regretted it—Hermione was so nervous that she kept snatching the textbook from his hands, anxiously checking if her answers were correct.
Finally, the sharp corner of "The Spellbook of Achievement" slammed into Harry's nose.
Why don't you study on your own?
Harry handed the book back to her, his eyes welling up with tears from the pain in his nose.
At this moment, Ron was flipping through his spellbook from the past two years, his hands covering his ears, his lips moving silently.
Simo Finigan lay on his back on the floor reciting the definitions of basic spells, while Dean checked them against the Standard Spells, Level 5; Parvati and Lavender were practicing basic movement spells, making their pencil cases run rapidly around the table.
It was a disturbing night.
Everyone wanted to seize the last moment to review, but it seemed that no one could calm down.
Hermione went to bed early, but several hours passed and she still couldn't fall asleep.
She thought about so many things, so many that she herself didn't even know how many.
Disturbed and confused, she decided to go to the common room and take one last look at her book by the firelight in the fireplace.
But then they found a strange person sitting in front of the fireplace.
It looks like he's talking to someone.
At breakfast the next day, almost none of the fifth-grade students spoke.
Parvati chanted the spell in a low voice, the salt shaker in front of him trembling slightly; Hermione flipped through "The Spellbook" quickly, her eyes already somewhat dazed; Neville couldn't even hold a knife and fork properly, and kept knocking over the jam dish.
After breakfast, students from other grades went to class one after another, while seventh and fifth graders paced back and forth in the lobby, looking bewildered.
At 9:30, they were called into the auditorium by class.
The four long college tables were removed and replaced with rows of individual desks, all facing the faculty and staff.
Professor McGonagall stood at the front of the lecture hall, facing them.
Once the students were seated and quieted down, she announced, "You may begin." With that, she placed a large hourglass upside down on the table, next to which were spare quills, ink bottles, and rolls of parchment.
Sitting next to Hermione would be considered unfortunate for any junior wizard.
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Especially when you've just sat down to the second question and find that the other person has already finished the fifth question—the gap widens visibly—this is how the gap in exams is, and the gap in abilities between people is thus manifested.
"Hmm, it's not too bad, is it?"
Two hours later, Hermione asked anxiously in the hallway, still clutching the test paper tightly in her hand.
"I'm not sure if I wrote down the complete happiness spell; I just ran out of time. Did any of you write down the antidote for hiccups? I don't know if I should include it; I think I wrote too much—and there's still question 23—"
"Hermione," Ron interrupted her, "the exams are over—we really don't want to go through them again."
"Just once is enough to torment you."
At lunchtime, fifth-grade students eat together with students from other grades in the hall (the four college tables are also restored to their original state at this time).
After the meal, they went in groups to the small room next to the auditorium to wait to be called to take the practical exam for the Spells class.
Students were led into the examination room in batches according to their surnames. People in the waiting area were still quietly reciting incantations and practicing their staff-wielding movements. Occasionally, someone would slip up and accidentally poke someone's back or eye.
Hermione's name was called.
She shuddered and left the waiting room with Anthony Goldstein, Gregory Gore, and Daphne Greengrass.
The students who had already taken the exams did not return, so Harry and Ron had no way of knowing how Hermione had performed.
"She must have done very well," Ron reassured her. "Remember that spell test? She got 120."
The truth is probably pretty much what Ron said.
When the three kids reunited in the Great Hall that evening, Hermione's expression seemed much more normal.
He showed none of the tension he had displayed in the afternoon.
However, it's not time to relax after eating.
The group had to return to the common room to prepare for the Transfiguration exam the next day.
The three weren't too worried about the transformation exam.
So after a quick review, like most of them, they went back to their dorm rooms early.
However, before leaving, Hermione glanced meaningfully at the fireplace.
"You guys go back first."
She said this to her roommate, Parvati.
"I left my textbook on the table—I remember putting it here just now, but I can't find it!"