From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"Next group!"

The second group of students secretly made a face at the mud monkey that was being sent out, and then they charged forward.

They were completely oblivious to the way the failing children were trying to mouth words as a way of reminding them—Professor Lupin patiently dealt with the students while keeping a close eye on them.

“William!”

Adams, not satisfied with just watching the show, sneaked over.

What kind of facilities are there in the first grade?

He asked in a very low voice, giving the students no chance to cheat.

"Five mechanisms: climbing, roadblocks, mud, fire, and finally, a giant monster."

William explained in a low voice—they didn't even put magical creatures along the way, they just prepared trolls at the finish line.

"Troll?"

"They're asleep, but they're easy to wake up. Basically, if they maintain the composure expected of a wizard, they can get the stone ball without getting hurt."

William was completely nonsensical; how could a first-year student be so calm?

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"Keep it up, guys!"

At the very top of the earthen wall, Wayne cheered on his teammates while trying to find deformable material to make a rope.

He was half-pushed and half-carried up by the two friends behind him.

The first obstacle they'd been eagerly anticipating was a wall as tall as three students. And it was completely bare, with no place to pass the baton!

'These three kids are so stupid…'

The seventh graders, yawning, observed that the previous group had easily climbed up by deforming the wall to create small dents, while this group was still standing there, bewildered…

He made no attempt to recall that it was his restoration of the wall to its original state that left them with nothing to refer to.

After a long while, the person at the top finally spoke timidly—he had thought the group was going to give up.

"Don't push me! This is my belt! I can't stand up now!"

"Pfft~"

So cute! The seventh grader in charge of supervising is about to burst out laughing—a first-year student's transformation technique, to create a qualified rope, wouldn't you need to use similar props?

"You're not allowed to look! I'm going to pull up my pants!"

Wayne gave his two companions a perfunctory warning, then slipped away to what he thought was the side.

"Alright, let's go!"

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"Troll?"

Adams, having heard the news, began to secretly announce it—the professors were immediately intrigued, and with proper precautions in place, they were quite happy to see the students deal with such a creature as the troll.

As a result, Professor McGonagall quickly received feedback from the professors.

'The students can't just stand there all the time; we should at least give them some seats.'

'The professors' chairs should be higher to prevent students from trying to play pranks…'

This is not an excessive request, and there are plenty of materials around—trees are excellent materials for transformation.

More importantly, with the entire Gryffindor house present, Professor McGonagall was also somewhat worried about the possibility of an accident…

Before long, the six grades who were watching received temporary wooden benches that had been conjured up by Professor McGonagall. She had simply waved her wand a few times to create these temporary seats.

The professors naturally used magic to raise the height, and then looked at the sealed-off area and started complaining together.

"The building isn't very good, yet it's already topped out!"

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Webber was unaware that a group of professors outside were planning to check on them. All they knew was that in a completely enclosed environment, the light from the wand was utterly useless.

There must be seventh graders inside... but how were they treated in such darkness?

"We've reached the swamp, and the smell is off! Be careful!"

He warned his companions, "Stay away from me. If I get stuck, use the Levitation Charm to save me!"

Those who come in later always have an advantage. After the three mud monkeys were taken out, almost everyone would guess whether there was a swamp or some other place where mud could be thrown.

"I was careless... It seems there won't be too many students infected here..."

Mike stood by, annoyed. Before they came, the professor had cast some kind of spell on them, giving them the ability to see at night. Although the effect wasn't great, it was still better than having students bring their own light sources.

'But Percy won't be bored and fall asleep, will he? After all, he's guarding the innermost part...'

He thought with a smile, then continued to keep an eye on the three unlucky guys.

With the Bubble Head Curse active, he wasn't worried about the children getting into trouble because of the swamp; he only needed to be concerned about whether they had lost the ability to save themselves.

"Get up! Be careful and scout ahead again!"

The three-person team cheered as they successfully used the Levitation Charm to pull their teammate up.

But Mike soon laughed – the trap worked, and the three children were slapped into the swamp without mercy.

"Let's go... I failed the exam."

He broke the illusion spell and tried hard not to laugh.

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"What magic did you cast on them? They haven't been carrying any wands."

Another pair of first-grade children were brought out, and Lu Ping asked them a question out of curiosity.

"A variant of the Hand of Glory... a sneaky thing, not proper magic..." William replied, looking at the child who had just been taken in.

"I definitely won't teach this to my students; it won't benefit them. It's just something I temporarily gave to the teaching assistants for the competition."

"The Hand of Glory? You mean that one?"

"That's right, it's the favorite of thieves and robbers, used to emit light that only they can see."

Teaching this kind of thing to students would basically increase the number of graduates who get into the Azkaban, so William naturally wouldn't teach it casually.

“Honestly, it’s not much better than the Unforgivable Curse, and it’s even more evil than regular dark magic…” William shook his head and said to Lupin, “Think about it, if students learn this kind of magic in school, and then have difficulty finding jobs in the magical world, then…”

"It doesn't feel much better than teaching the Unforgivable Curse—especially since students think this kind of magic is cool..."

Lupin knew perfectly well why troublemakers in school would learn some borderline spells, and that if such spells spread, countless students would definitely learn them.

That was an unimaginable scene, almost equivalent to everyone in school learning the Unforgivable Curse.

"Forget about that. Not many people know it, and it's unlikely to spread—I won't let all the freshmen recite Avada."

William pointed to the field, "This group has been in there for a long time, it feels like they're almost at the finish line!"

"almost."

Lupin, who was helping to set the trap, nodded. "I reckon they won't be able to get the stone ball..."

"First-year students can basically only get them by stealing, because they have too little magic and it's not powerful enough."

"It's here!"

The professors, whose seats had been raised high, shouted excitedly.

The next moment, a black dot flew out of the opening, followed by another, and then another.

They landed on the sloping rooftop, were briefly stopped by the few protective barriers, and then tumbled down.

William pointed, and the three little devils were frozen in mid-air, slowly floating down.

"Haven't learned to give up, nor have they learned to assess their own abilities. Fifty points..."

The troll challenge area has a huge sign. If you give up, shouting it out will count as passing four levels and earn you 80 points. However, if you fail to challenge the troll, you will only get 50 points.

The scoring method for first grade is that simple: the trolls will almost never destroy the stone spheres, so you can steal as much as you want, and you get 20 points per level.

Higher grades will have points deducted for details—you can't very well use the same standards as first graders, can you?

"Bang! Boom!"

A sound came—Percy must have dealt with the troll.

For a typical seventh-grade student, this is practically just an appetizer.

"Next group!"

The previous group's failure clearly did not discourage them; a group of children charged in full of fighting spirit.

In less than ten minutes, the three figures flew out of the cave together, without even cushioning their fall on the roof.

"It's so far!" Lupin joked as he drew his wand to slow them down—everything was going according to plan; the physical injuries from the troll were nothing compared to the psychological damage inflicted by the Boggart. "Looks like that troll's morning grumpiness after being knocked unconscious is extraordinary..."

Chapter 352 The Assessment in Progress

"Second grade, let's begin preparations!"

Teams of three meant greater efficiency, and the first-year students finished their assessments at an extremely fast pace. Most of them stumbled on the swamp—the team with poor teamwork was a disaster.

Only a few students were able to get to the troll's side, and as for the person who stole the stone ball—there was none.

Even though trolls are the shame of xxxx-level magical creatures, they still crossed that threshold. Those who dared to challenge them became shooting stars flying out of the skylight—there's no way around it, the guys who can explore to the end are usually troublemakers, and this kind of unharmed setback can be considered a lesson for them.

"Nine Gryffindors flew out, six Slytherins flew out, six Hufflepuffs flew out, and three of us flew out ourselves—what the hell, what were they thinking, actually believing that first-year students could defeat trolls?"

Sitting on the wooden chairs created by Transfiguration, the older Ravenclaws secretly began to keep track of the results—they had been keeping count ever since the first child flew out, after all, a student suddenly flying out of the arena was probably the most interesting thing that had happened during this period.

"That's strange, why are all the numbers being tossed out being integers? When did these trolls become so..."

He shook his head and began to calculate the Galon.

-

"Bang~"

The last student troll that had just been thrown out crashed straight down. They might be able to rampage through the faces of first-year wizards, but they were nothing to a graduating prefect.