Chapter 219: End-of-Term Exams
Chapter 219: End-of-Term Exams
Upon mentioning Quidditch, Hagrid suddenly noticed Kyle was wearing his team uniform, and it dawned on him that today was the match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin.
But the match had already started, and Kyle, as a Chaser on the team, was here. This meant...
"Sorry, Kyle," Hagrid apologized guiltily. "It's all my fault that you missed the last game!"
"It's okay..." Kyle waved his hand dismissively. "As long as Norbert isn't discovered, we're leading the second-place team by over three hundred points. The outcome isn't that important, and I'll just consider it a break."
...
The two walked towards the Quidditch pitch, one in front of the other.
Due to some inexplicable force beyond even magic's explanation, by the time they arrived, the match had just ended.
Kyle glanced at the scoreboard.
170:70 - Hufflepuff won!
Despite Harris' feeble efforts as the sole Chaser due to Kyle's absence, he was no match for Slytherin. But they still had Cedric.
As Kyle exited the passageway, he saw Cedric standing on the pitch, his arm raised high.
In Cedric's hand, a golden glimmer flickered.
The stands erupted with deafening cheers, and everyone celebrated Hufflepuff's early championship victory.
Five hundred and sixty points—a score that loomed like a mountain before Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, an almost insurmountable lead.
Unless they resorted to cheating.
Hagrid joined the crowd in their joyous celebration.
Seeing Hufflepuff's victory eased his heart.
Kyle headed to the changing room alone.
He had been pondering how to explain his sudden departure from the team, but to his surprise, no one asked.
They just patted his shoulder amicably, as they usually did.
"Don't worry," Harris approached and said, "We all know you must have had something important to attend to!"
He laughed heartily twice.
"Cheer up, we won!"
"That's right," Ferrol echoed with a smile, "Unless Gryffindor and Ravenclaw score forty goals in the upcoming matches, this year's championship is definitely ours!"
This match was the last celebration before the exams.
That night, the Hufflepuff Common Room's banquet lasted until midnight.
Harris, who had boasted about his impressive alcohol tolerance and claimed he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, passed out on the table after finishing his third bottle of butterbeer.
Several senior Quidditch players nonchalantly stood up and skillfully carried him back to the dormitory.
Kyle watched, perplexed, and asked, "What happened to him?"
"Oh, he's drunk," Ferrol said calmly.
"Can you get drunk from butterbeer?" Kyle asked incredulously. "There's no way there's actual beer in it."
He had always assumed it was a beverage similar to hot cocoa.
"There is, but the beer is pre-boiled to add some flavor."
At that moment, a freshman with braided hair spoke up, "My family makes butterbeer, and I've seen it myself."
"That's right, so even if you have a low alcohol tolerance, you can still get drunk from butterbeer," Ferrol continued. "Like Harris, he can usually only handle two cups, and one more is too much."
"I remember his first trip to Hogsmeade in his third year. He suddenly passed out at the Three Broomsticks."
Professor Rosmerta was startled, thinking that her butterbeer had gone bad.
Kyle chuckled twice.
Even boiled beer can get you drunk; why not just drink pumpkin juice?
After Harris got drunk, the party quickly came to an end, and everyone dispersed, returning to their respective dormitories.
...
After the revelry, what awaited them was the relentless review sessions.
As the exams drew closer, the atmosphere in the castle became increasingly tense, and people had no time to think about Quidditch anymore. Students studying could be seen almost everywhere.
The study atmosphere at Hogwarts was at an all-time high.
Even Harry and Ron temporarily abandoned their investigation of Snape and followed Hermione, burying themselves in the library.
However, while Hermione was reviewing, Harry and Ron were pre-studying.
In this tense atmosphere, the exam week arrived quickly.
For Kyle, the second-year exams were not challenging at all. He completed the written test in just a few minutes.
But Professor McGonagall didn't allow him to hand in his paper early, to prevent him from giving answers to others.
That's right, Professor McGonagall couldn't supervise the upper grades again this year, which made her very dissatisfied after expecting it for an entire year. She silently complained about Dumbledore several times in her mind.
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She raised her head and looked around the room.
How to put it, this year's students were a bit too well-behaved, had only confiscated five cheating devices before the exam, half as much as last year.
This made Professor McGonagall even more disappointed.
Since she was free anyway, she came to stand behind Kyle and examined his test paper.
Many noticed that Professor McGonagall's expression suddenly became serious, and she shook her head as she looked.
"Did Kyle not do well this time?"
People's expressions varied; some were nervous, some were regretful, and some were excited...
However, Kyle didn't pay much attention, mainly because he couldn't see Professor McGonagall's expression from his position.
Finally, the written exam ended, and the practical exam that followed was much more enjoyable.
Professor Flitwick cast a spell on a pineapple, asking them to guess what spell it was and restore the pineapple to its original state.
When it was Kyle's turn, he deliberately increased the difficulty.
The pineapple suddenly grew legs and ran off the table, quickly running on the ground.
"You have three chances," Professor Flitwick said with a smile: "But you can only stand in place."
The legged pineapple was very agile, and whenever Kyle was about to cast a spell, it would immediately change direction.
Kyle missed with two spells, and he looked at Professor Flitwick with some helplessness.
Needless to say, it was definitely his doing.
But Professor Flitwick acted as if he didn't know anything and smiled calmly: "Only one last chance left..."
"I have no choice." Kyle took a deep breath, and a layer of orange light appeared on his wand...
"Wait, wait..." Professor Flitwick's pupils dilated, and he quickly stopped him.
"The room next door is conducting Transfiguration, and this spell will affect others."
"The exam..."
"You pass." Professor Flitwick said with a smile.
In fact, he had already given Kyle a perfect score, and what happened earlier was just his personal little amusement.
...
(End of Chapter)
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