Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Chapter 126 Final Exam Week

June has finally arrived, but along with June comes the oppressive atmosphere that even a sniff can sense in the castle.

You're just suppressing your feelings.

After all, June represents the last month of the school year, and final exams are just around the corner.

The first day of exam week was exceptionally sunny, but no one was in the mood to appreciate the good weather.

Everyone was sighing and lamenting. What should have been a calm and composed affair was now a hurried and chaotic affair.

Even the usually composed Ravenclaws had a few people staring blankly at their bread, their lips moving silently as if they were chanting some kind of spell.

"I can't do it anymore." Ron slumped over the Gryffindor table, his face buried in his arms, and said in a desperate voice, "I'm definitely not going to make it. I can't do anything. I've even forgotten what my quill is called."

"It's called a quill pen." Hermione said expressionlessly, but her hands didn't stop moving. She was eating breakfast while flipping through a notebook lying on her lap, turning the pages at an astonishing speed.

"Yes! That's it!" Ron suddenly looked up, his messy red hair standing on end. "I couldn't remember it at all!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to Ron's antics.

Harry comforted him, handing him a glass of pumpkin juice. "It's okay, Ron, you're not alone. I haven't memorized anything about magical history either. When I was reviewing it just now, I discovered that 'the 18th-century goblin rebellion' and 'the goblin rebellion' seem to be two different things."

"They are two separate things," Hermione said without looking up.

"Yes! That's the problem!" Harley nodded vigorously. "Why do they have to be two separate things?"

Neville peeked over from the side, his round face deathly pale, beads of sweat on his forehead, whether from the heat or from fright, it was hard to tell: "I looked in the mirror just now, and I almost didn't recognize myself."

"That's normal," Seamus said, peeking over from the other side. "That's how you've always looked."

Neville blinked, then his expression became even more desperate than when he looked in the mirror.

George and Fred appeared out of nowhere, their movements so synchronized as if they had rehearsed countless times.

Each of them held a small bottle filled with a fluorescent blue liquid that shimmered eerily in the morning light.

"Exam relaxation agent, a new product trial, exclusively sponsored by His Highness Henry," George said, waving the small bottle in front of Ron. "Drink it and you're guaranteed to be calm, focused, and blessed with exam genius, writing with divine inspiration."

Fred added sincerely, "The only side effect is that you might temporarily forget your name. But since you don't remember your names anyway, it doesn't matter."

Ron's eyes lit up, and he reached out to take it;

Then Hermione slapped him back, the first slap making a crisp, loud sound.

"Don't believe them!" Hermione glared at the twins, then at Ron. "Have you forgotten the canary cookies I gave you last time?"

Ron felt a lingering fear. He swallowed hard and tried to stop thinking about the potion.

Who knows what kind of hellish stuff is inside?

George and Fred high-fived, then slipped away.

The atmosphere at the Slytherin table was much calmer.

Draco gracefully sliced ​​the grilled sausage on his plate, his movements unhurried.

"Are you nervous?" Henry asked him, taking a sip of his tea.

Draco looked up, thought for a moment, and put his fork down.

"A little."

"Then why are you so calm?" Henry glanced at him.

Draco pointed with his fork at the Gryffindor table across the way. "I was nervous at first, but after seeing the Gryffindors make a fool of themselves, I suddenly felt less nervous."

Henry followed his gaze and saw Ron gently banging his head against the Gryffindor table with a steady rhythm; Neville was examining his face closely in a small mirror that had somehow appeared, his complexion growing paler with each glance; Seamus was trying to use his wand to transform the sausage in front of him into something else, but the sausage wouldn't budge; Hermione was still frantically flipping through her thick notebook, turning pages at a blurry speed; and Harry—

Harry was staring blankly at the pumpkin juice in front of him, his eyes vacant, as if his soul had drifted to the Forbidden Forest.

Pansy said smugly from the side, raising her chin slightly: "We Slytherins are all about composure and calmness."

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No sooner had he finished speaking than a violent explosion rang out on the Gryffindor table.

It was Simo who set his sausage on fire.

The cup next to Daphne suddenly slipped and spilled tea all over the table with a "smash." Pale yellow pumpkin juice flowed down the table and dripped onto Daphne's school uniform robe.

Several people shifted their gaze from Ximo and looked at her.

Daphne's face flushed red, all the way down to her ears.

"—An accident," she whispered, frantically using her wand to clean the table.

That's right. Even the most sages are bound to change their ways when faced with sudden thunder and fierce winds. How can one not be afraid?

Draco and Pansy exchanged a glance, then looked away in unison, giving Daphne some face.

The first test was on the theory of curses.

Professor Flitwick stood on a stack of books, barely reaching the height of the podium.

He looked at them with a smile, his small eyes full of affection, as if he were looking not at a group of students who were so nervous they were about to explode, but at a litter of adorable sniffles.

"Don't be nervous, children," he said shrilly, waving a finger. "It's just about writing down what you've learned. You can leave the questions you don't know blank, but don't make them up. I've seen people make up spells, and they actually work!"

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His expression turned meaningful: "That's the real trouble."

Upon hearing this, several people turned even paler, especially Neville.

Ron muttered under his breath, "If I could come up with a spell that actually works, why would I be sitting here—"

When the test papers were handed out, Henry glanced at them and immediately had a good idea of ​​what to expect.

Most of the questions are basic and cover material we've learned before.

There are a few questions that require a little thought and a detour.

There is also an extra question that requires a true understanding to answer.

He picked up a quill pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write down the answer.

Unlike most young wizards who enjoy a relaxed education, Henry is a natural-born exam king—he could have gotten into a top university in four provinces in his past life, so dealing with the wizard exams for this year's students is a piece of cake for him.

When he finished the last question, he looked up and stretched his wrists.

Looking up at my surroundings, I saw that everyone around me was still engrossed in writing.

Draco bit the pen, his brow furrowed, and fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He made several corrections on the parchment in front of him. Pansy wrote quickly, her pen flying across the paper, but she would stop from time to time, frowning as she crossed out the lines she had just written. Daphne wrote slowly, but her expression was calm, and she wrote each stroke carefully.