I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 443 School Year-End Song

"Hehe—" Justin chuckled, knowing what Owen was troubled about.

Being a good student isn't so easy after all.

Of course—to say that Irving was particularly annoyed wouldn't be an exaggeration; he was just annoyed by Justin's attitude.

Miss Granger has it much harder than him!

She had a total of eleven exams.

I only have ten gates.

She has one less Muggle study than Hermione.

Thinking about it that way—wow—it really makes me feel much better.

Tuesday is for protecting magical creatures.

The exam was not difficult at all.

Students were tasked with accurately identifying the hedgehogs hidden among a dozen by taking turns feeding them milk. Hedgehogs are very suspicious animals, and their magical quills will stand up when they think someone is trying to poison them.

In addition, there are instructions on how to feed and clean a fire crab without getting severely burned, and how to properly touch a Bowtruckle and select food from a variety of options to feed a sick unicorn.

Wednesday morning was the astronomy theory exam, but since they had to wait until the evening for the astronomy practice exam, the afternoon was changed to a divination exam, with Hermione doing arithmetic divination.

To be honest, the Divination class—this exam should be renamed the Hogwarts entrance exam.

Because you can hardly expect a group of junior wizards who have no prophetic talent to see anything worthwhile from those crystal balls.

Most young wizards could only rack their brains to recall how the famous charlatan Professor Trelawney made prophecies, speaking in a low voice with all sorts of ambiguous statements that even they themselves didn't know what they were saying.

That idiot Justin was rambling on about seeing some bald wizard, and it wasn't until a while later that he realized he was simply describing the appearance of the examiner sitting across from him through the crystal ball.

Harry wasn't far behind; he couldn't distinguish between the wisdom line and life line on Professor Marchban's palm, and said that the professor should have died last Tuesday.

Hannah put on a convincing act. Before entering the examination room, she untied her braid and went in with her hair down. While observing the crystal ball, she shook her head and rambled on. Professor Machiban obviously didn't believe her. In order to get a high score, Hannah secretly cast a wandless spell to illuminate the crystal ball!

However, she clearly forgot that glass reflects light.

A flashbang exploded in front of her. Hannah couldn't dodge in time and instinctively raised her hand to block it, but instead slapped the crystal ball away.

It just so happened to hit Professor Trelawney's knee, who was accompanying her to proctor the exam.

Judging from Professor Machiban's suppressed laughter and Professor Trelawney's hopping and skipping as she sat on the steps beside him, enduring the pain, Owen guessed that she should at least get a passing grade in this course.

After all—she had just performed a pretty good wandless, silent illumination spell!

As for Irving—he certainly didn't inherit his grandfather's prophetic abilities.

Merlin was also a famous prophet, but unfortunately, this had nothing to do with him.

After staring at the crystal ball for a long time, he could tell that its quality was not good. It had many cracks and bubbles inside, and he could probably only sell it for a few dollars on the market. That was all he could tell.

But none of that matters. He is far more skillful than Hannah. With a silent, wandless illusion spell, a large cloud of mist immediately billowed up on the surface of the crystal ball. Then, the mist began to conjure up the image of Dumbledore—he seemed to be eating something.

Owen immediately replied that he saw Professor Dumbledore eating a pile of cockroaches in his office!

The other DA members standing nearby were stunned by what they saw.

Is it even possible to do it this way?

They had all learned the Illusion Spell, which is a prerequisite for the Illusion Spell.

With Irving's cheat code, everyone felt enlightened, their lips curving into wide smiles.

Hmm—it seems everyone should get a good score on their divination exam!

After the chaotic divination and astronomy practical exams, most young wizards were left with only the final magic history exam.

In fact, the practical exams in astronomy are quite interesting.

They will give you a blank star chart, and you need to fill in the positions of the stars for today.

It's easy, but it tests your proficiency because the exam time is limited, and the examiner won't allow you to spend five or six hours completing the star chart.

Irving quickly found all of them, and instead of handing in his paper early, he spent the rest of the time looking at the starry sky through a telescope—trying to find a planet suitable for human habitation, such as Kepler 452b, which is about 1402 light-years from the solar system.

Well, Earth is just too complicated. Extraterrestrial life is much better.

After searching for a long time, he still couldn't find the main-sequence star in the G Cygnus constellation.

The wizard's telescope is far inferior to the Muggle's gamma-ray telescope, X-ray observatory, ultraviolet observatory, and so on.

But it is very useful for observing planets within the solar system, and it is very clear, like taking a picture of a mountain with a camera.

After watching for a while, Owen got bored and wanted to find the Sea of ​​Stars where Merlin was said to be.

Unfortunately, he didn't know where it was.

Thursday is the History of Magic exam.

This course is considered the most difficult for most young wizards.

Because it only has a theoretical part and doesn't require any practical experience, passing the exam relies entirely on rote memorization, which is the most difficult thing for wizards who are used to wielding wands.

The History of Magic is a thick book.

It's really difficult to remember those complicated names, dates, and historical events.

Most of the young wizards, with their exams approaching, haven't even finished reviewing their notes yet.

Irving himself was no different; he didn't have any superpowers for this course. If he didn't know, he simply didn't know. Could he possibly fabricate a whole new history?

At 2 p.m., the candidates dragged their tired bodies into the auditorium and sat down in front of the exam papers that were upside down.

"Open your exam papers," Professor Machiban said as he turned the enormous hourglass upside down in front of the auditorium. "You may begin."

Irving opened the sample and glanced at it first.

Wow, that's quite difficult.

Did the Wand Ordinance contribute to or help better control the goblin revolts of the eighteenth century?

—How was the Act of Secrecy violated in 1749, and what legislation was subsequently introduced to prevent a similar situation from recurring?

— Describe the reasons and circumstances that led to the establishment of the International Confederation of Wizards, and explain why the wizards of Liechtenstein refused to join…

All of them were essay questions.

Irwin shook his head. He flipped through the entire book of "A History of Magic," and it was even a signed copy by Bathilda Bagshot.

That was a gift from his maternal grandfather; Bashida Baghdad was his grandfather's great-aunt.

Although he had read the book many times, it was impossible for him to memorize it in its entirety like Hermione, but he did remember some of it.

He then began to answer.

The Wand Ordinance was the spark that ignited the goblin rebellion, but it wasn't the main cause. Goblin rebellions were quite common in the 17th and 18th centuries, and early goblin brotherhoods existed as early as the 16th century.

—In 1749, the Great Ravage of Magical Creatures triggered a crisis in the Act of Secrecy. In response to the uncontrolled magical creatures, Article 73 was added to the Act of Secrecy in 1750.

The first president of the International Federation of Wizards was Pierre Bonacourt, but his appointment was challenged by Liechtenstein, who sought to stop the hunting of trolls and give them the rights they deserved. Liechtenstein, meanwhile, had long maintained tense relations with some particularly vicious mountain troll tribes.

After two and a half hours of feeling drowsy.

Professor Machiban told all the students to put down their pens and start collecting the papers.

For Harry, Justin, and the others, the OWLS exams were over, and they could finally let loose.

But he and Hermione still have one last exam.

Alchemy.

Friday—a very small number of seventh-grade wizards took the alchemy exam.

Gemini is included.

The morning session was a written exam.

This is no problem for Owen and Hermione.

The textbooks currently in use are all edited by these two people, so it's truly laughable that you're testing the authors with their works.

The afternoon was for the practical exam, and Viktor had prepared several alchemy materials for them.

They were responsible for developing a formula for an alchemical potion.

It's a bit like the Potions exam, but the difference is that alchemy uses minerals instead of herbs.

In reality, Victor intended to test the young wizards in creating a magical alchemy item.

But that would take too much time; no one could possibly finish in just two hours of exam time.

Victor's alchemical potions are imbued with the aura of ancient magic.

That was the formula he invented. He succeeded. He developed an alchemical potion that could improve the human body's physical condition.

The effects are very obvious; after being injected into the human body, the body's organs, bones, and nerve responses are significantly improved.

Professor Machiban tried the potion himself.

She described the experience as "shocking".

A genius invention, an invention powerful enough to change the world.

But Victor didn't care about that; he had a bigger vision in mind.

He dedicated himself to reforming ancient magic and improving people's lives.

This is just a small step for him.

If it weren't for the Outer Gods incident taking up too much of his energy, he could have produced even greater works.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The exam is over.

The little wizards are all free.

Now, everyone can indulge themselves to their heart's content, and then wait for the exam results in July. Depending on the results, they will decide on the courses and professors for the next semester.

For example, Snape decided not to admit students whose Potions exam scores were below "excellent".

This means that the vast majority of people will have to say goodbye to him.

"Thank God, it's finally over."

"Yeah—it's over!" Harry said.

The auditorium became noisy again.

Everyone sat together, talking to each other.

"I need to completely relax now. I just saw Seamus and Dean; they're pooling their money to buy some things in Hogsmeade, you know, for tonight's all-night celebration."

Yes—as is customary, every fifth grader holds an all-night celebration on the Friday night after exams, since Saturday and Sunday are holidays.

This is considered a tradition.

"Not everyone welcomes a celebration," Hermione said calmly.

She's right.

The fifth-graders were excitedly making noise, or perhaps preparing for tonight's revelry.

The seventh-year students were somewhat saddened, and the air was filled with a reluctant atmosphere of parting. They used their last moments to leave souvenirs in various places at Hogwarts, since many of them might never have the chance to return to the school after graduation.

George, Fred, Angelina, Gawain of Hufflepuff, and Cedric are all graduating.

Of course, their feelings were all different.

The twins reacted the least; their shop was in Hogsmeade, so they could come back anytime.

Cedric felt a sense of relief.

He felt refreshed after finally getting rid of someone.

The others, however, were genuinely quite saddened.

"Hey—I'm planning to hold the celebration in the Room of Requirement; it's a big place." Owen walked over. "Most of the fifth-years are DA members. There are only a few Slytherins, but you wouldn't want to see Slytherins at the celebration anyway, right?"

"Good idea." Harry nodded in approval.

"It's on me this time," Owen said. "Drinks, food, and all sorts of candy—I took a ton of stuff from the store. And the newest milk tea. I call it 'Weasley'."

Ron's eyelids twitched, and he gave Owen a meaningful look.

"Fantastic!" George said happily. "It's long overdue for a drink with our name on it. This is a sign, an encouragement to us. There will definitely be Weasley drinks in the future."

"Good luck to you two," Irving said with a smile.

"Let's go—" he said, standing up, "Let's get things set up first."

"Alright!" All the young wizards stood up.

People left the auditorium in groups and crossed the suspension bridge to other towers. Those who could make requests were not necessarily in the tower where the auditorium was located.

It was a grand party.

Everyone had a great time.

Of course, Owen was even happier. After trying their new milk tea, these guys, who still had two weeks until summer vacation, would definitely be tempted to try it again—at which point, they would have to go to Hogsmeade Village to buy it.

Now—he's made another fortune.

For Harry, however, the journey this year is not yet over.

Their last Quidditch match was held in mid-June.

Against Ravenclaw.

Whoever wins this match will win this year's Quidditch Cup.

Harry easily defeated Cho Chang, who was very unhappy, but still calmly congratulated Harry on winning the championship.

As for Hufflepuff and Slytherin.

Hufflepuff consistently finished last in Quidditch, except for Cedric's breakout year when they achieved a respectable second place.

As for Slytherin, their prolonged lapse in concentration led to a lack of teamwork, resulting in their defeat by Ravenclaw's strategic tactics. Against Gryffindor, Harry continued to showcase his exceptional flying skills. He caught the Golden Snitch in just five minutes of the match.

Amidst a sea of ​​red, this year's Quidditch season came to a less than perfect close.

The Academy Cup was not awarded this year because the scores were quite chaotic.

On their last night at Hogwarts, the seventh-year students couldn't sleep. Their figures filled the castle. Gradually, the night grew deeper and deeper, and everything was eventually buried in darkness.

The next day, the Hogwarts Express arrived as if by chance.

The elves loaded their suitcases onto the train.

After a quick breakfast, everyone boarded the train to London.

"Where are we going for summer vacation?" Harry asked sullenly in the carriage. He was going to stay at the Dursleys' house for another month, which was the last time he would stay there, because he would be an adult next summer.

"I don't know." Owen took Hermione's hand and leaned close to her.

This time they weren't sitting in the compartments. Instead, they were in the front of the regular carriages, in hard seats.

"That depends on who picks me up when I get off the bus."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, turning her head.

"If it's a member of the Rozier family, then I'll go home. If it's Dobby, then I'll stay in London. If no one's around, I plan to sneak out and go for a trip to the Far East."

"And you?" He turned to look at Hermione.

"Me?" Hermione held a stack of the Daily Prophet in her other hand, filled with reports of recent major magical events. "Going home," she said.

"It's time for things to calm down a bit," Owen nodded. "Look at what's happened these past few years. Even saviors get tired, you know."

"Right, Harry?"

"Huh?" Harry looked up and his gaze fell innocently on Owen's face. "I just want to get out of the Dursleys' place as soon as possible. I can't stand it for even a second longer. I don't even want to get off the train for a moment."

"You can sit here as long as you want, until September 1st," Irving joked. "Or you can ask Professor Lupin to arrange an internship for you."

I heard from Cedric that the Federation has established a new department called the International Wizarding Union Heritage Preservation Committee, responsible for searching for ancient relics worldwide and conducting excavations. Professor Lupin is the head of this new department—Cedric got his internship from him. That's a great job, free global travel, how wonderful!

"That sounds really good!" Harry said with a hint of envy.

He searched the carriage for Cedric, but couldn't find him.

They're probably exchanging sweet nothings with Qiu Zhang right now.

"Maybe I'll have a chance in August!"

"By the way," Owen kicked Ron, who was sitting across from him, again, "what about Koyatl? As far as I know, she has no home to go back to, and she can't go back to America right now."

"Sirius arranged for her to stay at number 12 Grimmauld Place," Ron said sullenly.

"What? You didn't arrange for her to stay at the Burrow?" Owen tilted his head back and asked. "My gut feeling tells me that if she agreed to stay at 12 Grimmauld Place, she might agree to stay at the Burrow. Should we give it a try?"

"Intuition?" Ron raised an eyebrow, feeling it was unreliable.

"It's the heir's intuition," Irving said. "Didn't you realize that she treats you differently from everyone else?"

"A difference?" Ron frowned. "Is there? I don't see it."

"Ha—you're really dense. Now, let's welcome Miss Granger to speak."

Hermione glared at Owen, then took a deep breath and looked down at Koyatl, who was sitting next to Hannah, Justin, and Ernie. Hermione suspected that she had heard every word Owen had just said.

This made the little witch a little embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)