My Understanding Is Incredible, I Built A Floating City In Hogwarts

As a Gryffindor prefect, Hermione was also indignant about the sale of fake health products.

She poured all the counterfeit products such as Dragon Claw Powder and Bafa Brain Refresher confiscated from unscrupulous traders into the toilet to show her deep hatred for these fake products.

She walked out of the bathroom and complained to Levin: "Harry and Weasley were stupid enough to believe Eddie Carmichael's lies, thinking that his good grades were obtained by relying on Baffy's Brain Refresher! I could tell at a glance that it was It’s a fake. I came into contact with a lot of these magical medicines in the Umbrella Company that will not appear in the classroom. The so-called brain-refreshing agents are simply some foxy excrement! If these two idiots really eat it, Not to mention getting excellent in the O.W.Ls exam, it would be weird not to go directly to the school hospital!"

Levin smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking that his classmates were too easily fooled.

He asked again: "Are there any other situations?"

"Of course," Hermione frowned slightly, opened the "Book of All Laws" in her hand, and continued to read while reading, "Draco Malfoy was not idle either, and made some small moves. Someone inadvertently I heard him whispering to Pansy, boasting that his father had a deep friendship with the director of the Wizarding Examination Authority for many years, and both words revealed that he could enjoy special treatment in the exam."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but shake her head, with a mocking smile on her lips.

Hermione, who had participated in the management of Alfa United Company, could be regarded as having extensive knowledge in this area. He knew that in such a large-scale examination, personal friendship would play a minimal role.

"However, what's worse is," she paused and continued, "although his boast temporarily relieved his own nervousness, it caused the surrounding students to fall into a deeper panic.~"

In addition to seeking help from potions, there is also an tacit way of comparison among students - asking each other about the completion progress and estimated scores of the simulation papers.

This method seems to have become a tacit understanding between them, not only to find comfort, but also to compare each other.

Before the Charms class, the students gathered together in twos and threes, whispering.

Justin Finch-Fletchley squeezed into the crowd, frowning, and said in an almost sad tone: "I challenged four sets of History of Magic simulation papers from the cram school of the Academy of Knowledge today, and I only got one. Those questions The music is simply disappointing.”

He shook his head and sighed: "I feel like I'm going to fail this time... I'm afraid I won't be able to get the History of Magic Certificate."

However, there was a hint of triumphant cunning in his words, which was obviously the old Versailles.

Hearing this, Eloise Midgen immediately echoed hypocritically: "Yes, I also feel that I can't get a few certificates. I studied for a full eighteen hours yesterday, but my efficiency was not as good as before. Before. If you can persist in studying for twenty-six hours a day, I'm afraid this exam will be doomed."

Her words were full of exaggeration and self-deprecation, as if she was competing with Justin to see whose situation was worse.

"I am also very distressed." Hannah Abbott was not to be outdone. She looked helpless, as if the whole world was pressing on her shoulders, and said melancholy, "My mother said

If I don't get ten certificates, let me go back to Diagon Alley and inherit the family business. She doesn’t even understand how hard it is for me!”

Hermione, who was sitting in the front row, couldn't help but frown when she heard these conversations.

She leaned closer to Levin and asked quietly, "Can I beat them up?"

She didn't design the mock rolls just for them to show off and complain like this.

Levin couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this: "Of course, you can do whatever you want.

Steve on the side approached Levin with curiosity and raised his eyebrows: "Levin, are you really not going to review? You have missed so many classes this semester.

"There's no need to review. Anyway, I get 0 in any test. Reviewing is just a waste of time for me." Levin smiled softly, with a trace of confidence and calmness in his eyes.

When Steve heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and an inexplicable impulse surged in his heart - he also wanted to hit someone.

In short, as the O.W.Ls and N.E.W.T exams are approaching, one thing after another is happening, making the air of Hogwarts filled with a restless mood.

This sentiment not only affects senior students who are about to take exams, but also affects junior students who only have to take ordinary exams. The sadness of separation spreads everywhere on campus, especially for those couples composed of junior and senior students, this moment is full of reluctance and care.

After all, the end of the exam means that another group of young wizards—no, they should be adult wizards—will leave the campus forever.

The junior students began to give amulets, pendants and other small objects to the seniors, hoping to bring them good luck and comfort.

The trend seems to have rubbed off on Luna, too.

After she saw Ginny shyly giving Levin a delicate pendant, she also plucked up the courage to stop him.

Luna took out a crystal clear crystal pendant from her pocket. This was a spiritual crystal product she made by herself using her psychic creation ability after learning psychic powers.

She widened her already bulging eyes and said seriously: "This pendant Levin can increase the spiritual resonance between us. I hope it brings you good luck."

As she said that, she didn't wait for Levin's reaction, and then gently put the pendant around his neck. At that moment, her eyes were dazed and serious, and her cute look seemed like she was exposing her hook to others or harassing him. The secret is the same.

Levin felt Luna's rare initiative and concern, and a warm current surged in his heart.

As June approaches mid-month, the sky gradually clears, and the sun shines on the castle grounds, making it sparkle as if it had just been carefully painted.

On the lake, the reflection of the white clouds is as clear as a mirror, complementing the lake water and making it beautiful. The silky-smooth greenery undulates gently in the breeze, like a peaceful and harmonious picture.

However, for the fifth grade students, this beautiful scene means one thing: the O.W.Ls exam is coming.

Their mood cannot be as bright as the weather because the pressure of exams is weighing heavily on their hearts.

One week before the exam, there will be a Charms class as usual.

Professor Flitwick stood on a pile of books, trying to keep eye level with the students sitting in their chairs. With a flick of the wand in his hand, the date and order of the exams appeared on the blackboard.

"Students, your O.W.Ls exam will last for two weeks." Professor Flitwick's voice was sharp and clear, echoing in every corner of the classroom, "You will take the written exam in the morning and the practical exam in the afternoon. Of course, Your astronomy practical exam is scheduled for the evening."

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"Now, I must remind you that the test papers are under the strictest anti-cheating spell."

He paused and his expression became serious,

“It is strictly prohibited to bring into the examination hall any items that may be used for cheating, such as self-answering quills, memory balls, detachable cuffs, and self-correcting ink.”

As he spoke, Professor Flitwick knocked on the blackboard hard to attract the attention of the students, "Anyone found cheating in the O.W.L exam will be sentenced to Azkaban for up to three years and fined. For serious cases, Those who do so will face a fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than seven years in Azkaban."

He glanced around the classroom to make sure every student was listening carefully, "Did you hear that clearly?"

"Listen clearly!" the students replied in unison, with a sense of awe in their voices.

"I can't hear you!" The professor deliberately raised his voice.

"I heard it!" The students' voices became louder.

"Very good." Professor Flitwick nodded with satisfaction, "I wish you all good results. Now, get out of class is over!"

He waved his hand and walked out of the classroom.

That night, the little wizards gathered in the auditorium for dinner.

Hermione suddenly pointed to the door of the auditorium and said, "Is that the examiner?"

Levin looked in the direction of her finger and saw Professor McGonagall walking out with solemn steps. She was surrounded by a group of old-looking wizards who were the same ones from last night.

Levin recognized some of the wizards who had been present during his first trip to the Ministry of Magic to attend the Order of Merlin, First Class ceremony.

Many of these wizards are even older than Dumbledore. Their faces bear the marks of time, but their eyes still sparkle with wisdom.

Among them, Professor Marchban is particularly eye-catching. She was once the examiner during Dumbledore's exam. Time flies, almost a century later "She still sticks to her position as examiner. E.

Her presence added a sense of history to the exam.

As the principal, Umbridge also has the responsibility of reception. Standing among this group of old witches and wizards, she looked particularly nervous. Although she was full of doubts and uneasiness in her heart, she could only maintain a respectful attitude in talking to these old wizards who had a high status in the magical world.

"With all due respect, I haven't been able to learn about Albus's whereabouts recently!" Old Gsilda Marchband, with her back hunched over and wrinkles on her face like an intricate spider web, looked around in the hall with a loud voice. Difa asked, "Have we not been able to determine his whereabouts yet?"

"It is true that it has not yet been found out." Umbridge tried his best to smile and responded: "But I dare to swear on my honor that the Ministry of Magic will spare no effort to trace his whereabouts.

"Hmph, having said that," the little Professor Marchban said disapprovingly, "but if that kid Albus wants to hide his whereabouts, I'm afraid you are helpless! You should know... I think when he took the N.E.W.T exam, I But personally presiding over his Transfiguration and Charms exams... the mysteries of his wand waving still amaze me to this day."