This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 115 The Second Day

“Everyone is in good shape today…”

After the routine inspection, Andrew and Huffman came to the restaurant together.

It was indeed true—the fifth-grade student who had become restless because of the upcoming exams had now calmed down.

Although it could be said that everyone has stabilized their mentality, Andrew still feels that more people have discovered that OWLs is just a more formal exam.

Andrew found a seat at the Ravenclaw table and noticed that people around him had begun to look at him with pity - it seemed that everyone already knew about his tragic experience.

"There is so much good news..."

He took a bite of the slightly browned toast and nodded with satisfaction - hoping that everything would go well today.

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"fine…"

The morning was another calm time - which meant that today was a mostly safe day, with virtually no examples of cheating in the practical classes.

Still counting the papers and signatures - something went wrong this time, there were two careless people who didn't write their names.

"Really... or two..."

Andrew looked at the two nameless papers and felt a little overwhelmed.

'According to the rules, keep it, report to Professor McGonagall, use magic to confirm the ownership of the paper under the supervision of the examiner and the school, and it must be verified by magic.'

He said something to the examiner, then hurried to the nearest painting to contact Huffman and the female prefect who stayed in the office, and also looked for Professor McGonagall's location.

About five minutes later, Professor McGonagall arrived at the scene with a very serious expression, and five minutes later, one of the students selected from the roster arrived at the scene.

Andrew seized the opportunity, walked over to confirm the other party's identity, and whispered to him, "Don't be smart, don't lie."

Then, he completed the confirmation procedure amid the other party's horrified gaze, and then the other party, panting, arrived at the scene.

"I knew it... You think you're the only smart ones? Who do you think you can fool with this kind of thing?"

As he went up to confirm her identity, he also whispered a warning to the girl.

Fortunately, the two were not so stupid that they chose their own papers with pale faces when confirming who owned them. After several magic tests were completed and the examiner found nothing wrong, he nodded as if he knew nothing and left with the papers.

Professor McGonagall was going to say something, but she finally left with a sullen face. Andrew heaved a sigh of relief and didn't say a word to the two idiots. After instructing the elves to forbid anyone from approaching the seats and to do their job well, he followed Professor McGonagall.

Sure enough, after returning to the office, Professor McGonagall's expression finally relaxed a little.

"They actually wanted to change the test paper... in front of the examiners!"

After several long breaths, the professor finally calmed down. "You did a good job, Taylor. Don't worry about me. Warn them again and tell them to come back for detention after the exam week."

If he can be saved, he must try to save him. The matter concerns the admission rate to Azkaban, and Andrew does not intend to let it go. At least he can stop it before it constitutes a conclusive fact of cheating - if he really wants to commit suicide and get caught, he can only help the professor draft a notice of expulsion.

"Yes, Professor, I'll go right away."

Andrew agreed - he just wanted to get through the damn exam week quietly, couldn't there be less trouble?

Returning to the examination room, the two stood there awkwardly and didn't leave.

Very good, there is still hope.

Andrew informed them with a stern face that they would be put under confinement after all the exams were over, and at the same time pointed at their noses and scolded them in a low voice for five minutes - from their IQ to their courage.

The two of them stood there obediently, like a piece of cattail fluff stuck there - when the instructors were identifying magic, the two of them realized that their clumsy methods would only get them killed.

"Just be content - even if the examiner wants truth serum, I have to go to the hospital to get it and send it over. What will we do then!!! Now, immediately, get back to the lounge and prepare for the practical test this afternoon!" The two men felt relieved and ran away quickly. Andrew took a breath and then began to ask the elf if anyone had been here during this period of time and whether the tables and chairs had been touched - although he was angry, he still had to do his work.

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"It's still more comfortable to do it in the afternoon."

Andrew happily finished his homework and assignments and started reading magazines - he was experienced now and would never interfere with the candidates scratching their heads.

But when Professor McGonagall brought the next group of students in, she suddenly walked to the back and handed him a test paper.

"In an hour and a half, we will complete as much as we can."

???

Professor, I'm here to help with the exam!

Andrew was not curious about Professor McGonagall coming in and whispering before the exam started - there was always something different about the headmaster.

But, what’s the point of doing the test paper in the examination room?

However, Professor McGonagall did not give him a chance to refuse - to be more precise, after handing over the paper, Professor McGonagall had already left the room while the others were still communicating with the examiner.

Andrew sighed, put down the magazine, and began to study the paper.

???

He almost let out a sharp cry.

This test paper seems to be the real questions from the OWLs that I just took this morning!

I've only learned a little bit of fourth grade content, professor!

But now that things have come to this, Andrew picked up the pen he had just used to finish his homework and began to look for things on the test paper that he knew - but unfortunately, he knew a lot.

'Now we don't have to worry about disturbing the students during their exams.'

He quickly wrote down what he knew on the paper - spell model, spell theory, interpreted the theory in his own way, and explained the ideas and steps for the deformation of complex objects.

About an hour later, when a group of candidates finished their test, Professor McGonagall brought people in and took away Andrew's completed paper.

"You are not allowed to show magic. No matter who asks you to do so, just say what I said."

Professor McGonagall gave instructions and left with the papers.

Andrew, who was confused and didn't dare to make any random guesses, decisively gave up thinking about the problem and began to read his magazine seriously.

Then I waited obediently for the exam to be over, watched the examiner seal the record form, and asked the elf to clean the room.

Afterwards, I met with Huffman again, told each other what happened this afternoon, and together we criticized the pair of idiots.

After a hearty scolding, the two men came to the restaurant, prepared to eat, and made an appointment to meet tomorrow, preparing to get up early again to check the tables and chairs.

There's no way - the OWLs are too important, and every year there are a bunch of daring people trying to find loopholes.

"Let's go eat then, see you tomorrow."

"See you."

Day 2 of exam week, end.

(End of this chapter)