My partner at Hogwarts is Tom

The exam lasts one and a half hours.

As a result, after forty minutes, the sound of quills writing on parchment was almost completely silenced in the classroom.

Watching the young wizards furrowing their brows, scratching their heads, and flipping through their papers from time to time, hoping to find the answers in the questions at the front, Victor couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.

It seems that the questions I found and modified from the ordinary wizard level exams of the past ten years are quite good.

To be honest, while what Victor told the young wizards before was a bit of an artistic exaggeration, there was nothing wrong with it.

Just as Victor said, the ordinary wizarding level exams are indeed no less important to these young wizards than the college entrance exams in their previous lives.

The young wizards can only succeed after they achieve the grades required by their professors in the regular wizarding level exams.

Students can only choose the professors' advanced classes in the following sixth and seventh grades.

If your grades don't meet the requirements, you'll be excluded from the professors' advanced classes.

Not to mention the ultimate wizard level exam that followed.

However, at Hogwarts, perhaps because of the boarding system, there is no parental guidance.

Or perhaps the young wizard himself didn't realize it, or perhaps it was the teaching atmosphere at Hogwarts or something like that.

In short, in Victor's view, these fifth-year wizards who were about to face the ordinary wizarding level exams had no idea how important they were.

This was something that Viktor simply could not understand.

This is an exam comparable to the middle school entrance exam and the college entrance exam. How can it be treated like this?

Thus, the fifth-grade wizards now faced this test paper carefully selected by Victor.

Judging from the attitudes of the young wizards towards the ordinary wizard level exams.

And the teaching content of Professor Celticburn in the past, which did not emphasize theoretical courses.

Victor can guarantee that the vast majority of junior wizards will get poor grades (P) and very poor grades (D).

There may only be a few students who get a passing grade.

Of course, Viktor, who has inherited the true teachings of his teachers from his previous life, can guarantee that.

Even if he made some changes to the questions, the basic framework of the questions was still the same as those that appeared in the ordinary wizarding level exams.

Ten more minutes passed, and by this time most of the young wizards had given up.

They weren't staring blankly at the large blank exam paper in front of them.

They were giving their equally bewildered companions all sorts of looks.

Only a few students with very good grades are still struggling.

However, the quill pens in their hands hadn't been used on the exam papers for a long time.

Upon seeing this, Viktor knew that it was almost time.

He then stood up, clapped his hands to attract the attention of the young wizards, and began to speak.

"Well, I see that everyone has basically stopped writing, so I assume you've all finished. How about we end the exam now?"

Upon hearing Victor's words, all the young wizards except for those who were still pondering breathed a sigh of relief.

Then they quickly passed the exam papers from the last row to the first row.

Finally, the neatly arranged exam papers were placed on the podium in front of Viktor.

She watched as the little wizard, head bowed and not daring to look at her, placed the neatly arranged exam papers in front of her.

Victor didn't say much, just waved for him to go back, and then began grading the papers.

As Victor graded the papers, the young wizards below couldn't wait to start whispering among themselves.

"How was it? Apart from the multiple choice and fill-in-the-blank questions, I feel like I've seen all of those essay questions before, but I just can't answer them."

"Me too, were all those questions really questions that appeared in the previous regular wizard level exams?"

"Yes, the third to last big question, I've seen it before, I think I vaguely remember it, but the professor changed some of the conditions."

"So, if we were to take the exam now, would we just stare blankly at the test paper, just like we are now?"

These words from a young Ravenclaw wizard silenced the whispers below.

All the young wizards simultaneously fell silent.

Then he quietly opened the textbooks that Viktor had asked them to put away before class and began to read them seriously.

In contrast to the silence of the young wizards below, Victor was happily grading the papers.

At this moment, Viktor's feeling while grading papers is probably similar to that of a math or physics teacher.

For multiple-choice and fill-in-the-blank questions, the test paper is mostly blank when you flip it over; you can just scribble something down and it's done.

In the end, the dozen young wizards spent fifty minutes writing their exams, and Victor finished grading them in just fifteen minutes.

After all the exam papers were graded, Viktor gathered them together and tapped them neatly on the podium.

The young wizards who heard the sound quickly looked up.

They looked at the exam paper in Viktor's hand with a variety of complex expressions.

"Classmates, I am heartbroken by the results of this exam! Out of all the students in the class, only six students passed!"

Looking at Viktor's heartbroken expression and the thick stack of exam papers.

All the young wizards lowered their heads in shame.

"Jesse, Valette, Nepper, Mona, Jack, Lake, these six students, please come up and receive your deserved rewards."

The six young wizards who were specifically chosen and passed did not show any joy on their faces.

They simply walked up to the podium with their heads down, each randomly picked up one of the props Viktor had laid out, and then took their papers and went back to their seats.

"As for the other students' grades, I think everyone knows them themselves, so I won't read them out one by one."

As he spoke, Victor waved his wand, and the neat stack of scrolls in front of him landed accurately on the tables in front of each young wizard, just like birds in flight.

"Now let's take a good look at our exam papers. The first question is question seven from the 1987 Ordinary Wizarding Level Exam, the original question..."

The classroom was deathly silent, save for Viktor's lecture and the scratching of a quill pen on parchment.

Viktor's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly:

"The final major question was: 'Please briefly describe the most recent major revision of the "Fantastic Beasts Control Regulations" by the Ministry of Magic in 1985, and explain the impact of each revision on breeding and trade-related activities.'"

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the audience.

"I revised it to: 'Suppose you kept a venomous leopard cub in 1982 and successfully obtained a temporary keeping permit according to the regulations at the time. Please analyze: After the regulations were amended in 1985, what new legal risks might your keeping behavior face? If you want to continue to keep it legally, what additional conditions do you need to meet?'"

Viktor tapped the blackboard lightly with his wand, revealing a comparison between the original and adapted problems.

The young wizards stared at the blackboard, many of them growing even paler.

Most of them couldn't even remember all the "revised content" required by the original question, let alone analyze such a specific situation.

After writing down the key points of the explanation for the last question, Victor raised his hand and put away his wand.

He raised his head and slowly scanned the young faces in the classroom, some dejected, some bewildered, and some still confused.

Everywhere you looked, the young wizards straightened their backs.

The quill pen in his hand mostly rested on the notebook, and his eyes were much more focused than when the exam had just ended.

It even carried a kind of clarity that came after being stung.

Some people were still comparing their exam papers and hastily adding a sentence or two of notes.

Viktor was satisfied with this focus—pain is often the beginning of change.

He cleared his throat, his voice not loud, but loud enough for everyone in the classroom to hear clearly.

His tone carried a complex mix of sternness and expectation, characteristic of a senior high school homeroom teacher.

"The test paper is finished," Victor said, his voice steady.

"I know it's not pleasant to look at large blank pages on your test paper, and those questions that are 'familiar' but you don't know how to answer."

"You feel like everything you've learned before was wasted, and that OWLs are like an insurmountable mountain, right?"

The young wizards nodded subconsciously, then quickly lowered their heads.

"It's normal to feel that way." Viktor stepped down from the podium, his steps slow, the sound of his leather shoes hitting the ground particularly clear in the quiet classroom.

"If everyone can easily handle this test today, then I would suspect that our conservation of magical creatures course over the past few years has been too 'protective' of you, to the point that it has deprived you of the ability to face real challenges."

He stopped in the middle of the aisle, his hands behind his back.

"But, students, I have something to tell you—"

He paused, his gaze sharpening, yet also revealing a hint of encouragement.

"There are now exactly nine months, two hundred and seventy days, until the OWLs exam."

As he spoke, he gracefully waved his wand.

A dazzling golden light shot out from the tip of the staff and landed directly above the blackboard at the front of the classroom.

The light flowed and coalesced, eventually transforming into a large, eye-catching countdown clock displaying constantly changing golden numbers:

[270 days]

The light wasn't dazzling, but it carried an undeniable presence, like a silent alarm bell hanging above everyone's field of vision.

"Look at this number." Victor pointed to the countdown, his voice rising slightly, carrying an undeniable firmness.

"These 270 days are not for panic and regret, but for catching up, making up for what's lost, and surpassing what's already been achieved!"

"Nine months is enough for us to clarify those vague knowledge points, practice until we're proficient at solving those types of problems, and connect scattered knowledge into a network!"

His tone gradually gained strength, and he completely transformed into a teacher encouraging students at a college entrance examination mobilization meeting.

"Yes, our current foundation may not be as strong as we expected. Today's results are far from ideal. But this is just the beginning, certainly not the end!"

"From now on, I will be with you every day, in every class. We will review the key points, conduct targeted training, analyze past exam questions, and simulate exam scenarios..."

"As long as you keep up with the pace, show determination, and invest the time, nothing is impossible!"

His gaze swept over the few students who had passed, and also over those whose papers were dismal.

"I won't go into the importance of OWLs again. They determine your learning direction for the next two years and the level of platforms you can access. But I want you to understand that it's more than just an exam."

"The process of preparing for it is itself a test of your willpower, learning ability, and knowledge integration skills! It's not too late to start!"

Viktor walked back to the podium, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and looked intently at the whole class.

"From today onward, forget the ease you've been in. Put all your focus and effort into it. These 270 days will pass quickly."

"I hope that when the countdown reaches zero, you will feel at ease and confident as you walk into the examination room, instead of staring blankly at the exam papers like you did today."

He straightened up, his tone softening, yet still full of strength.

"Today's exam is a wake-up call for you, and for myself. I know which direction to focus my efforts in now."

"And what about you? Tell me, in these 270 days, are you confident that you can turn what you don't know today into what you'll master tomorrow? And that you can make up for the points you lost today in the exam?"

The classroom fell silent for a moment.

Then, at first there were only a few scattered voices, then more and more, and finally they merged into a clear, though not particularly loud, response.

"have……"

"have!"

The voices were uneven, but the fire in their eyes had already been ignited.

Viktor nodded, a faint but genuine smile appearing on his face.

"Alright. Remember your answers today, and remember this countdown on the blackboard. Class dismissed."

"Go back and review the test paper carefully, compare it with the textbook, and understand the questions you got wrong. Starting tomorrow, we will officially enter the OWLs review and sprint phase."

He waved to signal the end of get out of class, then left the classroom with Tom and their suitcases.

As Victor left the classroom, he clearly heard the long exhales of the young wizards inside.

"Is this what the Year of the OWL is like? I'd heard them say it was going to be terrifying, but I never imagined it would be this bad!"

"Yeah, when I looked at the large blank pages on my test paper, I felt like I was doomed!"

"I never imagined I would have so many things I didn't know, especially since they were all things I had learned before!"

"If this is how it is in Fantastic Creatures Protection Class, what about our grades in other classes?"

It was the same young Ravenclaw wizard who ended the conversation with just one sentence.

All the young wizards looked at her with resentful eyes.

But in the end, no one said anything; they just silently and quickly finished packing up.

And then there were no more carefree, joyful steps as I left the classroom.

With heavy steps, I hurried toward the library, or perhaps the classroom for the next class.

Before leaving, many young wizards looked up one last time at the golden, shimmering "270" day countdown before hurriedly leaving the classroom.