Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 101

Headmaster Dumbledore changed his mind, and the Minister of Magic came to the door in person to handle the submission of the application for the dragon farm.

The news spread like a whirlwind among the Hogwarts students the next day.

It's a pity that the happiness of the little wizards only lasted for a short two days, and then they fell into the hellish final exam.

Every school, whether muggle or wizard, has students who are confused and don't know how they passed their exams, but Clark is certainly not one of them.

In this sweltering summer, their final exams will last for three days, so that even if there is no air conditioner in the classroom of the magic school, it is still warm in winter and cool in summer.

Like the engineering universities in the previous life, the final exam at Hogwarts also emphasizes both theory and practice. In addition to pure memory-based courses like the history of magic, spells, potions, transfiguration, and herbal medicine have to be taught. Actual operation.

No, on the morning of the second day of the exam, they used the newly issued quill pen with the anti-cheating spell to answer the last question of the spell class, and they were called into the classroom one by one by Professor Flitwick in the afternoon.

Sure enough, at the end of each semester, the focus of the exam that the teacher draws out is often really the exam. Clark and their spells practice content happened to cast a dance step spell on a pineapple to see if they could tap dance smoothly across a long table.

This kind of test was naturally easy for Clark and Hermione, and it was no surprise that they got a high score.

Others, such as Harry and Ron, and Seamus and Dean, who were in Clark's dorm, all got good grades, anyway, 600,000 years old.

On the contrary, it was Neville, whose results were astounding. Under Clark's small stove-style guidance, although he stumbled and stumbled, he successfully met the minimum requirements, and the pineapple rolled and climbed all the way across the long table.

In addition to the magic class, the exam in the transfiguration class is to turn a mouse into a snuff bottle, and each mouse feature left on the snuff bottle will result in a deduction of points; potions requires them to make a forgetting potion , and it had to be done independently. Under Snape's eye, this was not an easy task.

Clark threw all the way through and devoted himself to the exam wholeheartedly, as if he had forgotten his plans.

However, from Hermione's point of view, this was exactly what he had done with confidence. It seemed that he was the first in his grade this year, and there was no hope for him.

On the last day, when the little wizard has answered the magic history question about the invention of the alchemy cauldron, the final exam is officially over. In the next week, they have enough free time to wait for the announcement of the exam results.

When they are tight, they become loose, which can be regarded as the most comfortable period of time for them. At least for Harry and Ron and Hermione, of course, that was when Clark's pet crow wasn't there.

At that time, the three of them swayed all the way to the Black Lake after taking the history of magic exam, and lay lazily under the shade of a big tree. Not far away, the Weasley twins and Lee Joe were fiddling with the tentacles of a giant squid that was basking in the sun, discussing whether it was better grilled on charcoal or fried. good.

As for Clark, he handed in the papers ahead of time, which was mysterious and didn't know where he went.

"Finally no more revision!" Ron sighed happily and stretched out his limbs on the grass.

Like that, Hermione pouted in disdain, "Did you study without taking an exam? Studying is a lifetime thing..."

Barbara, start again! Ron's heart fluttered, and he quickly changed the subject: "Harry, don't be so frowning, we have a whole week to wait for the test results!"

Harry was clutching his forehead there, frowning and looking in a bad mood.

"It's not because of the exam, my grades are fine, don't worry like you."

Ron's face turned into a big "囧", and Harry continued to say depressingly: "I just don't know why, the scar on my forehead has been painful recently, it was not like this before, I always feel Something bad will happen."

"Perhaps you can go to Clark and have a look," Hermione suggested to him. "A special scar like yours is a special symbol in occultism, and naturally has some kind of magical power and effect."

"Oh, don't mention him," Harry exclaimed angrily, "I suspect it's because of him, this guy has been invisible lately, that Professor Slughorn mentioned in his letter. Some questions and knowledge points I am at a loss, the devil knows why Clark wants to chat with him, and the replies all fall on my head."

Harry kept complaining, and it was obvious that he had accumulated a lot of grievances by replying to this matter, "And the Philosopher's Stone, I don't know what's going on, Snape and Quirrell have been quiet recently, as if those conspiracies were all over the place. It's just our illusion."

Ron was lying on the grass with a murmur that seemed to fade away, languidly reluctant to get up - the weather was so sultry and lethargic.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed across the sky, Ron rubbed his eyes, looked carefully, and found that it was a crow with dark feathers, which looked very familiar.

"Hey, look there," he interrupted Harry, pointing out a hand that Hermione recognized immediately as Clark's pet crow, Fokine.

Here comes the signal! Hermione looked at Fu Jin and said deliberately: "It seems to be Clark's pet. Isn't it Clark's arrangement in the corridor on the fourth floor to monitor it all the time? Why did it come here suddenly? Could it be something wrong with the Philosopher's Stone? Bar?"

Ron lay down again, denying her guess.

"How is it possible, it's still daytime, who would have the courage to steal from the headmaster's nose.

Maybe it was just hungry and came out to find something to eat~www.mtlnovel.com~ Besides, there was no evidence to prove that Snape found a way to get past Lou Wei. He nearly got his leg bitten off by that big dog last time, and I don't think he'll risk it again any time soon. "

Harry nodded, as if agreeing with him, but Hermione jumped up suddenly.

"Why are you so surprised!" Ron asked sleepily, wondering what she was doing.

"I just thought of something," Hermione said, turning pale. "Now, let's find Hagrid!"

"Why?" Harry asked ignorantly as he got up. He hadn't figured out what the situation was, and the pain on his forehead made him unable to concentrate.

"Don't you think it's a little weird?" Hermione climbed the grassy **** with difficulty. At this moment, she seemed to be possessed by a dead elementary school student, and Sherlock Holmes was reborn.

Sure enough, Clark's existence affected her performance, just like when the sun appeared, all the stars disappeared.

Now with two useless men, under their foil, her Hermione Granger has once again blossomed into the light of wisdom.

Chapter end