My partner at Hogwarts is Tom

"Hey, sit down, Professor Victor should be here soon!"

"What do you think Professor Victor will teach us?"

"Hopefully we'll see some amazing creatures we've never seen before."

"I wish Professor Victor would give us a wand-launching device too, that would be so cool!"

"Yeah, it would be best if you could teach us something about dueling."

"Those stingy kids from seventh grade, they wouldn't even let me touch them."

"Hey, what do you guys think we should do when we get sucked into the box and land?"

"I think we could try conjuring a parachute out of the ground."

It was still the same classroom for the magical animal protection class.

The fifth-grade wizards were excitedly discussing what kind of surprise their new professor would give them later.

The young wizards were eagerly anticipating this.

After all, when they returned to the lounge yesterday, a group of seventh-grade wizards showed off their simulated adventure and their cool wand launching device.

All of these made them extremely envious, and the moonlight velvet amulet woven by the fourth-year wizard himself made them even more excited.

Many young wizards even arrived at the classroom early for this reason.

And so the young wizards discussed excitedly.

Victor, carrying a suitcase, and a dejected Tom appeared at the classroom door.

Viktor gave a bright, sunny smile to the fifth-grade wizards sitting at the table, who seemed completely oblivious to anything amiss.

Victor casually placed his suitcase on the podium, glanced at the expectant little animals below, and said.

"Good afternoon, everyone! I'm glad you all brought your textbooks, but unfortunately, we won't be using them in this lesson, so please put your books away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, cheers erupted in the classroom.

"So, is everyone ready?"

As he spoke, Victor placed his hand on the box, which made the young wizards even more excited.

"Ready!"

The next moment, the box was opened, and the excited expressions on the young wizards' faces instantly froze.

Because what greeted them was not the powerful suction that the fourth and seventh-grade wizards had described, which would take them into another world within the box.

Instead, it was parchment that fluttered and billowed out of the box.

With a snap of his fingers, sheets of parchment landed precisely in front of each of the young wizards.

"Now that we're all ready, let's do a practice test to warm up!"

Meanwhile, Victor's devilish voice echoed in the ears of the fifth-year wizards.

"what!"

Watching the young wizards' expressions shift from anticipation and surprise to stunned astonishment, and finally to disbelief.

Viktor's smile immediately became even brighter.

In my past life, I was a student in Henan, a province known for its intense college entrance examination competition. Now, I'm a teacher.

How could he forget to share such a wonderful thing as exams with the young wizards at Hogwarts?

After all, this is the essence of education from a certain mysterious Eastern superpower!

"Quiet!"

Victor watched with satisfaction as the young wizards' faces showed a mixture of fear and confusion. He placed his hands on the edge of the podium and leaned forward slightly.

"What do you mean, 'huh'?" His voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Look at the papers in your hands! These aren't ordinary parchment; they represent your future! They're the watershed moment in your lives!"

He stepped down from the podium, the sound of his leather shoes striking the floor particularly clear in the suddenly silent classroom.

He walked over to a stunned student in the first row and tapped the blank exam paper heavily with his knuckles.

"OWLs! The Common Wizarding Level Exam! Do you know what that means?"

He looked around, his eyes so sharp it seemed he could peel open everyone's brains.

"This means you've already studied at Hogwarts for five years! It means your future!"

"You think I'm exaggerating?" Victor sneered, walked to the center of the classroom, and spoke in a rousing, dramatic voice.

"Let me tell you the truth, dear ladies and gentlemen. Your NEWTs Ultimate Wizard Exam subject choices depend on your OWLs scores!"

"Poor grades? Sorry, the Potions Advanced Class, Transfiguration Advanced Class, Defense Against the Dark Arts Advanced Class—those courses that truly allow you to establish yourself in the magical world—are now closed to you!"

He paused, admiring the pale faces of some students, and continued in that urgent "I'm doing this for your own good" tone.

"And then? Think about your future. Want to get into the Ministry of Magic? The Auror Office requires at least five OWLs (Outstanding) certifications, including Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbalism, Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration!"

"Want to go to St. Mungo's? The requirements for therapist training are terrifyingly high! Even Gringotts' spellbreakers have to check your divination and ancient runes scores!"

"What's even crueler is that," Victor lowered his voice, his serious gaze sweeping over the somewhat frightened eyes of each young wizard.

"This isn't just about jobs. This is the first time your social class has been solidified! Those with good grades will enter elite courses, access more advanced magic, and build more valuable connections."

"And those with average grades? They'll probably just stop here, maybe open a small shop in Knockturn Alley, or handle some... well, insignificant paperwork at the Muggle Liaison Office."

"Your classmates might become ministers, chief therapists, or members of the Wizengamot in the future, while you might not even be able to get into their offices!"

He saw several students involuntarily sit up straight, their eyes filled with anxiety.

Great, the feeling is here, just like that.

"I know some people think, 'I still have two years before graduation, no rush.' That's a huge mistake!" Viktor suddenly raised his voice.

"OWL tests what you've learned in five years! If you don't start systematic review and intensive training now, do you expect to cram for the last month before the exam? Do you think you're Merlin reincarnated?"

"Why do you think the seventh-graders can enjoy 'adventure'? Because they've already crossed the OWL hurdle! That's the reward! And you guys are still below that hurdle!"

He walked back to the podium, placed his hands on the box, and spoke in a slightly "softened" tone, carrying a heavy feeling of "disappointment and frustration".

"Why am I starting this way today? To wake you up! To show you your true level! This practice test covers the core concepts and common pitfalls of OWL. I'm strict with you now so that when you get your results in the future, you won't regret it and want to give yourself a 'forget everything' shot!"

"Put away your fantasies about adventure and toys, ladies and gentlemen."

Viktor concluded, his voice carrying an almost merciful cruelty.

"Now, take out your quills and write your future stroke by stroke on this parchment."

"An hour and a half. Let me see if you want to be the pillars of the future magic world, or... just ordinary background figures."