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Chapter 288 Final Grades
"What the hell..."

Harry muttered quietly, but he didn't dare to alarm the two people next to him.

At the end of last year, he and Ron happily complained about Hermione, persuading her not to care too much about her grades, and not to panic and recall her answers at the end of the exam.

But why has it changed this year?

Why were those two guys so nervous after the exam?

Harry didn't dare to think about it anyway - the subjects in which he was good were just barely up to O standard, and even with Sirius' extra help in Transfiguration, he was no match for Taylor.

But he really couldn't afford to offend these two friends, so he could only let them think about what was wrong with his answers from time to time.

'This year's end of term was so boring... There weren't any trouble makers, not even Fred and George did anything out of the ordinary.'

The reason is simple. The scores this year are too close, and they are still far ahead - after the final grades are announced, the final scores will be added to decide which college will get the college cup.

In the words of the prefects - if you meet Professor Snape now, you'd better even breathe quietly. Well... anyway, a certain professor might deduct a few points from Gryffindor because of breathing.

"Such a good sunshine, all wasted..."

He looked at the soft grass beside the Black Lake and lay down directly. "You two, there is still some time before the results come out. Don't be so nervous. Enjoy the rare leisure time."

Hermione looked like she wanted to curse, but Ron was calmer. He trotted over to lie next to Harry and asked another question.

"Are you going to be with Sirius over the summer?"

"It seems something went wrong. Anyway, Sirius bought another house near my aunt's house..." Harry pulled his hair, as if something had crawled up there just now.

"Anyway, it couldn't be better. I'll listen to Sirius's arrangements - how about coming over to play during the holidays? I persuaded Sirius to buy me a set of game consoles."

Harry's eyebrows twitched. "Dudley had one of those and I loved it, but unfortunately I never got to play with it until it broke."

"Wow, that sounds cool! I'll definitely go," Ron answered without hesitation, "and if I stay at home, I'm afraid I'll be in trouble this summer. The last time Taylor came to my house, my mom liked him very much. It would be really uncomfortable if Percy invited him again."

"Tyler? True, but I haven't seen him in the past few days. That guy is really weird. He doesn't come out to play even after the semester is over."

"He seems to be... um, grading papers."

Ron said uncertainly.

"Grading papers?"

Hermione, who was distracted, suddenly perked up, "How is it possible? That's the final exam paper!"

"He was the one who graded the homework," Ron said hesitantly. "Fred and George said that when they were in detention, they saw Taylor grading homework. And it was not just one grade. He graded Fred and George's homework - that made them give up the idea of ​​playing a prank on that guy."

"I thought..."

Harry laughed. A question that had puzzled him for a long time finally got an answer. "I thought the two of them kept talking but didn't do anything. It turns out that the homework was marked by others."

"Grading homework, fourth grade?"

Hermione's face turned a little pale.

She understood the significance of this matter - her transformation skills would probably never surpass that of Taylor.

Although she had this suspicion before the exam, she is now certain of it. "Sirius thinks that Taylor is better than him in Transfiguration before graduation. He always says that Professor McGonagall just takes people to her office for special treatment."

Harry added the final word, "So, the fourth-year homework is probably no longer a problem. Sirius guessed that Taylor is qualified to get the certificate."

"OWLs?"

"No, NEWTs."

Harry spread his hands. "Look at it from a bright side. The rest of his grades aren't that great, are they?"

-

While Harry and the others were busy guessing, Andrew was in the office with Bob and Patsy counting the report cards.

He already knows his results.

Astronomy E, Herbology O, Potions O, Transfiguration O, History of Magic A, Charms O, Defense Against the Dark Arts E.

"I don't know if Potions is just barely passing O like last year, but I think there should be some improvement, because Herbology is indeed an extra lesson..."

'Astronomy has regressed a bit, but there is nothing I can do about it. Transfiguration and spells take up too much time, and the difficulty of the questions has also increased.'

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, I learned it all by myself and got an E. There's no other way. Professor Lockhart's teaching talent is in languages, and the subsequent ones are also fancy."

"History of Magic... How should I put it? I didn't have a good foundation to begin with, and the difficulty was increased. It's really... a disaster."

"The magic spell is indeed at its true level... Let's go check with the dean to see if there are any other mistakes."

"Transfiguration, my name is already written as the first, and I didn't lose any points. There's nothing much to say, it's what I deserve."

He put down the transcript - in addition to his own grades, which were worth being happy about, the school's overall performance was also very good, which could be felt from Professor McGonagall's undisguised smile.

"Albus's scholarship system is indeed useful. The overall results have improved a lot, especially the number of top students. Although the difficulty of the questions has increased, the proportion of high scores has increased instead of decreased."

The professor compared the transcripts from the past two years line by line, "The individual subject scores have leaped forward. It seems that sometimes I look too far ahead and forget about the near."

"After all, it takes too long to realize the knowledge accumulation, so it seems much clearer to change it into a short-term goal of one school year."

Andrew knew what the professor was referring to - it was simply that the temptation brought by this little bit of Galleons was unexpectedly great, making the professor feel that the goal he had set earlier to train outstanding students was a bit too broad.

"Anyway, as long as the goal is achieved, it's fine. Besides, the funding comes from a special project of the Ministry of Magic, so the cost is almost zero. There's nothing to worry about."

He is a typical pragmatist - he uses whatever is useful. If his talent for spells was greater than his talent for Transfiguration, he would have plunged into spells without hesitation in his first year.

Of course, I can't say this to the professor, it's too hurtful.

"Indeed, good grades are more important than anything else. Even if it is improved in this way, it is much better than letting them realize the importance of knowledge accumulation after graduation. By then, it will be too late."

Professor McGonagall smiled and put down the report card. "Bob, you go to the Ministry of Magic. Forget it, Taylor, you go and write to the Logistics Department of the Ministry of Magic, attaching the list of the first place winners and the invitation letter - the greenhouse is still new."

"Percy, hurry up, it's just the first place list, don't spend too much time."

Professor, Percy is also responsible for the sixth grade performance statistics and the notice prohibiting the use of wands. Don't be so unkind!
(End of this chapter)