This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 285
When the unlucky student was discovered by the invigilator, Andrew even thought that this subject was absolutely safe - mainly because the professors were unreliable and you couldn't be sure what you would be tested on if you cheated.

Moreover, in an industry that really requires this certificate, it is basically impossible for there to be any slackers there.

So, when the girl was caught, Andrew, who was just determining the meaning of a word, was stunned.

"Cheating?"

He glanced at the arrested candidate over there, and was stunned for a moment before realizing his responsibilities.

After jogging a few steps, his originally uncertain heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

"What are you doing!"

He lowered his voice, with some gritted teeth.

The most basic cheating method - blatantly treating the examiner as a fool.

Cheat sheet?

What use can this thing have? This is Defense Against the Dark Arts, not History of Magic or Runes, which require materials!

He took a breath, calmed himself, and began to sign. He went out to notify the elves to clean up the dormitory, sent an owl to write to the girl's parents, and then returned to Professor McGonagall's office to draft the expulsion notice - after Professor McGonagall reviewed and signed it, everything was over.

The criminal was caught red-handed - the only good news is that he didn't use any advanced cheating methods. He can just be expelled and doesn't have to go to Azkaban.

The professor signed with a sigh, and everything was established.

At noon, the student was officially expelled.

"What the hell are you thinking about!"

He finally asked when he and the elf sent the person to the gate, "Cheating with cheat sheets, you are simply, unworthy of your own hard work for the past five years!"

no answer.

The girl even held her head high and left the school gate - she was not forced to leave, nor did she cry. Her parents just looked unhappy, but nothing unexpected happened.

"Really..."

Andrew sighed, but really didn't know what to say.

The exams continued, and neither he nor Percy stopped.

The next day, ancient runes were used to expel one person.

Andrew handled it.

Potions, two were expelled, one was Percy and the other was Andrew, all used Felicis, Azkaban.

Protect magical creatures, be safe.

Astronomy - a miniature star map was thrown out as a pre-exam intimidation.

Safe passage.

Divination is safe.

History of Magic - Unexpectedly, safe.

On the last door, Andrew was nervous for a long time, but finally landed safely.

Merlin's socks, these guys finally gave up their damn fantasies and stopped causing trouble for Azkaban!

It was not until he complained that he realized he had learned the catchphrases of Huffman and his friends.

But when he thought it was almost over, Professor McGonagall called him over.

"This year's questions are really difficult. Professor Marchbank has never been so unkind. But I still got it. You try to do it and I will mark it."

The original question of Transfiguration fell on the table.

But unlike last year's bumps and bruises, Andrew even had some overly arrogant thoughts at this time...

He tried to restrain himself and finished answering the questions, and then Professor McGonagall marked them on the spot. After about ten minutes, the professor's careful marking finally ended.

"I couldn't have gotten a better grade on this paper, Taylor."

Professor McGonagall smiled and said, "You have done a good job reviewing during this period. How is the magic going in Ugadu?"

"There are some vague things that will take some time, plus I have exams, so I don't think I will have enough time to finish them before the summer vacation."

"Don't worry, you can study during the summer vacation. Prepare for the exam first. Don't get too bad a grade, or the other professors will say I don't care about the overall situation. Okay, go and rest first. You've been tired for so long. Take five days off."

"Yes, Professor."

-

"Minerva," Professor Marchbanks said jokingly at the farewell banquet, "Last year Taylor gave the Transfiguration professor some surprises. Why are you hiding them this year?"

"Tyler is still a little behind, he's only in second grade."

Professor McGonagall looked relaxed. "Besides, he still has to prepare for the final exam. I don't want to put too much pressure on him. He was already scared by last year's test paper."

"Really, you."

Professor Marchbank just sighed and didn't pursue the matter further. "The exam discipline is much better this year. It's really gratifying."

"Better?"

If it wasn't Professor Marchban, if it was someone else, Professor McGonagall would have been ready to scold. Two people were sent to Azkaban this year. Do you think that's a lot better?

"This is not my fault, it's your fault. The threshold for cheating in potions was very high before - now herbal medicine is booming thanks to the technology developed by Hogwarts. We thought the situation would be very bad this year."

"That's right," Professor McGonagall glanced at the lively students below, "The development of potions driven by herbs is too fast..."

"Yes, the price of the raw materials for Felix Felicis has been driven up to the sky, and our potion team can't even get them now. Do you think Felix Felicis will work just because other potions can?"

Professor McGonagall suspected that Professor Marchbank was referring to Lockhart, but she was not sure about it.

But Professor Marchbank was obviously targeting this.

“The teaching effect is fancy and seems to have touched upon some aspects, but none of them are in-depth. There is no improvement compared to last year…”

Professor Marchbank shook her head. "In Defense Against the Dark Arts, it is really very poor - I am afraid that there is still no one who meets the Auror standards this year, Minerva."

The professor can find one that is slightly diluted, but not too watery.

The performance of Defense Against the Dark Arts has been mediocre for the past two years. Even though Professor Marchbank and Professor McGonagall have a good relationship on weekdays, a warning must be issued at this moment.

Professor McGonagall couldn't say anything, couldn't even make any guarantees - no matter what excuses she made, as the vice-headmaster, she would definitely be held responsible for the massive decline in student performance.

"I know it's difficult, but Minerva, you have to pay attention. If your grades don't improve, the Auror generation may be cut off and the Ministry of Magic may have to intervene."

"I will pay attention, Professor Marchbank."

After the reminder, Professor Marchbank felt much more relaxed. He began to enjoy the dinner seriously and praised the elf's cooking skills.

-

'Albus may not be able to handle Barrow, and Barrow's teaching level is really...'

"A qualified professor, the kind that can improve the school's performance..."

"How on earth should I find it?"

"If it really doesn't work, why not relax a little and let professors from other areas come?"

"But if that's the case, what will the Ministry of Magic...what will the Examinations Authority think?"

When the fifth-year students started partying, Professor McGonagall really started to worry.

(End of this chapter)