Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 148 Exam Advance
On the wall at the front of the auditorium, a soft pale white halo continuously flashed one picture after another.

Inspirational legendary stories were staged one after another, and the little wizards who started talking in low voices quickly shut their mouths.

Their minds were all attracted by the relaxed plot in the movie.

Not long after, a few little witches with delicate and sensitive minds began to sob secretly, deeply moved by the final success of the protagonist of the movie.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the last film screening ends.

"Lights out now!" Percy yelled to the Gryffindor wizards.

"Oh, Percy is really looking more and more like the President of the Boys' Union now." Ron couldn't help but said under the covers.

"Maybe he'll be soon." Hermione whispered not far away. "I've heard some professors talk about it."

Harry looked at each other in surprise, "Hermione, you can always hear things you shouldn't hear."

In the auditorium, all the candles were extinguished, and in mid-air, a silver-white ghost was emitting a little light.

The prefects of several colleges were having a serious conversation.

Every hour, a professor would appear in the auditorium to check that the little wizards were all right.

Around the early morning hours, a few shots were suddenly heard from far away from the castle.

The little wizards who were still awake all stared wide-eyed. They knew that it was Professor Ollivander's "English Flash".

"Don't talk, sleep!" Percy walked quickly to the little wizard who was still asleep, and warned in a low voice.

No one spoke, but many people pricked up their ears.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom"...

The sound of "English Flash" came rhythmically, and it seemed that a fierce battle was taking place in the castle.

After half an hour, everything was quiet.

Dumbledore walked into the auditorium. After confirming that the little wizards were safe and sound, he came to the open space not far from Harry and the others.

The three little ones immediately pretended to be asleep, and Ron even purred exaggeratedly.

"Principal Dumbledore, do you have any clues about Black?" Percy mustered up his courage and asked in a low voice.

"No. Are you okay here?"

"Everything is fine, Headmaster." After receiving an affirmative answer, Percy heaved a long sigh of relief.

Dumbledore praised the other party for his responsibility and said that he can go to rest now.

Harry, who was pretending to be asleep, heard the oak door of the auditorium creak open again, and two different footsteps came.

"Principal Dumbledore." Harry remained motionless, listening carefully. It was Professor Ollivander's voice.

"Oh, Hardy, is everything out there settled?"

"Yes, Headmaster, those dead gray wolves that popped up out of nowhere have all been cleaned up, and Filch is cleaning up the blood in the corridor."

"Well done, I was blown away by the power of the English flash."

"Thank you, Professor Snape's Shadowless Curse is also quite remarkable."

At this time, Snape, who was standing beside Hardy, coughed a few times.

"Ah, Severus, do you have anything to say?" Dumbledore asked softly.

Snape said slowly, "I think it seems—impossible—that Black could get into the school without help—"

"I have expressed my concern before. There are still so many ferocious North American gray dead wolves, the kind of magical creatures that originated in the United States. They could not have appeared here. I suspect that in our Hogwarts..."

"Severus, I don't believe anyone in this castle can help Black break in."

Dumbledore's tone was quite firm, which showed that he didn't want to continue this topic.

Snape said nothing more.

After the professors had all left, the three little ones who hadn't fallen asleep immediately lifted the quilt.

"What's going on here?" The three of them looked at each other, all with their eyes open, looking at the ceiling like a starry sky in the auditorium.

In the next few days, the topic of discussion in the whole school, except for the final exam, was Sirius Black.

The rumors about why and how he broke into the castle became more and more outrageous.

There are even little wizards with good looks who start to worry about whether they will be coveted and hurt.

The torn portrait of the Fat Lady was taken off the wall by Filch and replaced with a portrait of Sir Cadogan and his fat gray horse.

This made everyone very unhappy.

Sir Cadogan spent half his time challenging others to duel with him, and the other half thinking up passwords that were almost absurdly complicated, and changed them at least twice a day.

And the news that makes everyone crazy is yet to come.

Since the professors did not find Sirius Black in the castle, in order to protect the safety of the students, they unanimously decided to advance the final exam.

Finish the exams for each grade quickly, and then let everyone out of the school.

"Black's target is Harry Potter, and keeping students away from Hogwarts is the safest choice." Professor McGonagall thought so.

In the principal's office, Hardy put forward his own different views, "I think Black seems to be looking for something in the school, not Harry Potter, those North American gray wolves were running around the entire castle at that time."

"With a little thought, he should have figured out that Harry Potter and the other students are in the Great Hall, despite the traps we've set up outside."

"Maybe it's just Black's trick to lure us away from the auditorium," Snape said sullenly.

Hardy looked at the other party and didn't continue talking. It was just his speculation just now.

"Okay, the top priority now is to quickly carry out the final exams for the seventh grade."

Dumbledore said, "I have already applied to the Ministry of Magic. This year's OWLs and NEWTs will use the simplified procedure."

After the meeting, Dumbledore left Hardy alone.

He looked at each other through his half-moon glasses: "Is what you gave Harry enough to deal with the current situation?"

"Of course, Principal Dumbledore." Hardy smiled, "Neither Black nor those North American gray wolves will hurt him."

"Oh, that would be the best."

Soon, the final exam will come.

Hardy walked into the classroom with a serious expression. He raised his wand, and immediately flew out of the finger box all over the sky, and landed on the hands of every little wizard.

"You have 120 minutes to answer. Those who have completed the test paper can choose to continue to check, or hand in the paper in advance."

"Now, please put your wands in front, and I will keep them temporarily."

Seeing the little wizards handing in their wands one by one, Hardy suddenly tapped a little wizard on the head with his crystal wand.

"Mr. Pierre, did you take the initiative to confess, or did I do it myself?"

Facing Hardy's gaze, the curly-haired little wizard faltered and hesitantly pulled out a spare wand from his wizard robe.

"Now, the exam begins—"

As Hardy raised his voice and shouted, all the little wizards immediately lay down on the table, swiping the quills in their hands in unison.

The entire examination room was filled with the rustling sound of the quill pen rubbing against the parchment.

(End of this chapter)