A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 478 Peter Pettigrew Caught in the Net!

William placed the practical exam on ancient magic runes in classroom number thirteen.

"Sir... what are we being tested on?"

Dean Thomas, who always enjoyed chatting with William in class, also unconsciously used honorifics, his voice trembling.

"It's very simple, it's all content that was covered in class," William said with a kind smile.

He waved his wand, and a row of badges floated over.

"Just make disposable, heat-generating badges."

William didn't even have them make warm-up badges. A badge that could emit heat was a high score, and if the temperature was right, it was a perfect score.

If he can continue to generate heat, he might even add an extra twenty points.

But everyone became visibly nervous upon hearing William say that.

Watching him make this kind of thing seems simple, but it's very difficult to do it yourself.

Sure enough, trouble soon followed. Dean's badge caught fire, nearly setting his robes ablaze.

Seamus Finnigan waved his wand, and the badge exploded, leaving his face blackened.

William walked happily behind the students, quill pen in hand, constantly marking them.

"Oh, poor thing, I think you might have to repeat the course."

Like Professor Snape, William suppressed his anger and laughed behind Goyle and Crabbe.

The two badges remained unchanged.

Seeing William's smile, Malfoy's little hand trembled, and he broke the badge into pieces.

William mimicked Professor McGonagall, pursing his lips and making a displeased expression.

Malfoy stood on tiptoe, trying to see how low a score William had given him. He'd done so badly he wouldn't be able to face his father when he got home!

Malfoy felt this was very unfair. Could grades truly measure the extent of his effort?

Surprisingly, Daphne performed exceptionally well. Her badge was glowing warmly and looked quite impressive.

William gave it a perfect score.

Seeing that most of the students had left, Daphne quietly asked:

"William, are you free this summer? I happen to have a spare ticket for the World Cup final, in a VIP box...we..."

"Oh, sorry, I already have a ticket," William politely declined.

(End of this chapter)