Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 391 The Attacked Professor McGonagall

Professor McGonagall set aside a huge hourglass upside down on a desk with spare quills, ink screens, and rolls of parchment.

Hera was the one with the fastest hands. The other students had just turned over the test papers, and she was already writing the answers in a hurry.

"I've said long ago that Miss Granger is the most outstanding little wizard in recent years." Professor McGonagall covered her mouth and communicated with Hera in a low voice.

Hera nodded. No one would ever doubt Hermione's talent. Of course, this is inseparable from her hard work. Compared with those children who grew up with Quidditch in their heads, she is obviously much wiser.

Two hours later, Hermione was standing in the foyer, still clutching her test paper, with Hera standing in front of her.

"Well, isn't that too bad?" Hermione asked uneasily. "I'm not sure if I've answered all the happy spells. I've just run out of time. I don't know if I should add the solution to the hiccupping spells. I seem to have written too much—and the three questions of No. 20—"

"Hermione," Hera's tone had to be tough. Hermione's mentality would affect her next exam—if she was obsessed with how many points she lost in the last exam. "This exam is over. In fact, you don't have to worry too much. Professor McGonagall just told me that this is the most perfect answer sheet she has seen in recent years."

"Oh, it should be like this." Hermione sent her hands away, and said with some regret, "The exam is over. The exam is over."

"Don't think so much, go have lunch with your friends, it's almost time."

He stretched his hands on Hermione's fluffy hair and said softly.

"Okay." Hermione took the test paper and left.

At lunchtime, the four house tables reappeared, and the fifth graders ate lunch with the rest of the school before they flocked into the small room off the auditorium to wait to be called to their practical exams.Small groups of students entered the exam room in alphabetical order, and those who stayed were muttering incantations, practicing wand movements, and sometimes accidentally poking someone in the back or in the eye.

Hera was chatting with Professor McGonagall and the witches of the March class. He found that March class was really an interesting witch. Although she was also an employee of the Ministry of Magic, she was always criticizing the current Ministry of Magic—this made her more like a member of the Order of the Phoenix.Had she been thirty years younger, Hera had no doubt that Dumbledore would have absorbed her into the Order of the Phoenix.It's a pity that she is really too old, so old that she can only do some invigilating things.

Of course, considering Ms. Marchban's age, the Ministry of Magic sent more than one examiner.

The content of the assessment is not difficult, the students only need to make the egg cup perform a few sideways flips, or turn the mouse into an orange color, which is definitely easier for the teachers, but for the students, I am afraid that it is difficult for them to memorize the spells correctly, and many of them confuse the color-changing spell with the growth spell.

This caused quite a stir, and for a while the auditorium was filled with all kinds of huge things: rats the size of badgers, giant mushrooms
The students didn't even know what was going on.

This forced Hera and Professor McGonagall to assist the examiner to make things smaller, because the next student to be tested still needs to use them.

In fact, it was generally smooth. Many students have 'basically' completed the exam content, but they are not so good at one or two spells.

But the students had no time to relax in the evening, as they had to bury their heads in the common room preparing for the next day's Transfiguration exam.Hera believed that the students went to bed with complex spell models and theories humming through their heads.But Hera is more convinced that cramming is useless, and their practice exams on the second day may be worse-because they are likely to remember everything wrong-they can't use one night to learn what the teacher taught them for five years.

Sure enough, there was still a problem with the transfiguration exam the next day, and a Ravenclaw girl somehow transformed her ferrets into a flock of flamingos.As a result, the examiners had to interrupt the exam for 10 minutes for these birds to catch the auditorium.

On the third day, the students took the Herbal Medicine exam; on Thursday, the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam.In this exam, Harry performed very well, as if he was born for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He performed nearly all of the breaking and defense spells flawlessly, and even his boggart banishing spell was lavishly praised by the examiner.

"Oh, it's wonderful!"

"I deeply suspect that this has something to do with me." Hera said confidently, because he was the one who taught Harry how to deal with Boggarts, and that was all in the first grade.

The examiner still felt dissatisfied, and while Hera was chatting, he suggested again: "I heard from my good friend Tiberus Ogden that you can summon the Patronus? For extra points?"

Obviously, this is partiality, a special treatment for the famous Boy Who Lived in the wizarding world - but it is estimated that no other student can use it to summon the Patronus.

Harry also understood what he meant, raised his wand, and gave Umbridge a provocative look. Hera immediately laughed, Harry didn't know that Umbridge was already his minion.

"Call God Guard!"

Harry's silver stag spouted from the tip of his wand and ran slowly across the hall.The examiners all turned their heads to watch its progress. When it melted into a silver mist, the examiners clapped enthusiastically with their hands with protruding blood vessels and tangled skin.

"Excellent!" he said. "Very well, Potter, you can go!"

Hera whispered to Professor McGonagall again, like a Muggle kindergartener, "I swear Remus taught him that. Remus told me that once, and he's proud of it, because his father's Patronus is a stag."

On Thursday, Hermione went to take the ancient magweave exam, while Harry and Ron had a complete day off. They did not take this boring subject. In their eyes, probably only Hermione or Ravenclaw would be interested in the ancient magweave course.

Because they still have the whole weekend, so they plan to relax their review, proper rest can improve the efficiency of study, isn't it?
At least Harry and Ron thought so.They stretched and yawned in front of the open window through which a warm summer breeze blew in as they played wizard chess.They could peek through the window and see Hagrid peeking at Professor Graplan teaching a class from the far edge of the Forbidden Forest.He specified that he was reluctant to part with his job, but there was no other way, and Professor Umbridge suspended his job.

This was definitely a huge blow to Hagrid, but who made him bring such an unforgettable memory to the students in the first class he came back-learning Thestrals is definitely not a good experience.

After all, there are quite a few people in the world who can't see thestrals at all.

"How was the magic pattern test?" Ron asked with a yawn, Hermione crawled in along the doorway, she looked very bad mood.

However, according to Hera's observation, Hermione answered almost every question perfectly, except for a small flaw: she translated ehwaz wrong.She seems to be confusing ehwaz with eihwaz, but that doesn't pose any problem at all.

Hera believes that Hermione will achieve a very good result in the ancient magic pattern. Compared with other little wizards, Hermione is already very good.

But obviously Hermione didn't think so, she was almost annoyed to death, and she was in a bad mood for almost the whole weekend.

It put Harry and Ron in a bad mood because Hermione made them feel like two complete idiots.

In fact, they only have a little more brains than idiots, and there is no essential difference.

Fortunately, they found that they could ignore Hermione's tantrums with little effort, as they spent most of Saturday and Sunday reviewing Potions in preparation for Monday's exam.

That was the last thing Harry wanted to do, but he had to face it - for his Auror dreams.To become an Auror, one must get an 'O' on the NEWTs, and to qualify for the NEWTs, Harry first needs to get an 'O' in the OWLs, otherwise he is not even eligible to continue his studies.

Harry had no doubt that this exam would ruin his dreams of becoming an Auror.

Hera thought the same, because Snape, who was patrolling the other side of the room, frowned visibly at Harry's paper - he certainly wasn't frowning because Harry's answers were too good.

Harry was obviously much more optimistic, and he smiled when he answered the next question.

Hera leaned over curiously, and he noticed that Snape's face turned livid, because the question written on it was about Polyjuice Potion.

Snape suspected more than once that Harry had sneaked into his office to steal woodsnake skins—even though it was proven that it was Barty Jr. who had repeatedly sneaked into his office to steal potion ingredients.

But that didn't dispel Snape's suspicions about Harry.

In fact, his worry was correct. Hera still remembered that when Harry and the others were in their second year, they violated the school rules and made Polyjuice Potion. As for the ingredients...

Hera believed that a large part of it came from Snape's office. After all, the ingredients for compound soup were not something three second-year wizards could afford.Hera shrugged and walked past Snape. Even though Umbridge was already under his control, it was necessary to save face, lest the other examiners get suspicious, and no one knew which of them was Fudge's spy.

Next up was the Protection of Magical Creatures class on Tuesday and the astronomy theory exam on Wednesday. Because the astronomy practical exam was in the evening, it was changed to a divination exam in the afternoon.

In the next few days of the exam, Hera was absent. He had already passed the novelty of the exam. In fact, it was mainly Voldemort who sent him a message.

"Give Potter a tool so he can come to the Ministry of Magic."

In fact, Hera had a very headache when he received the news, because he couldn't think of any suitable tool for Harry to go to the Ministry of Magic. Could it be using the Floo Network?

This is too dangerous. The Floo network of the Ministry of Magic is monitored all day long, and Harry may be imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic first.

That's definitely not what Voldemort meant.

"Then what should I do?" Hera rubbed her chin, and the first thing he thought of was Buckbeak, the Hippogriff, who had given Hera a lot of cute little Galleons.

(ps: If Sirius still has memory, he must hate Buckbeak to death.)
But before Hera could decide whether to ask Penello to send Buckbeak to Hogwarts, he received another bad news: the Ministry of Magic was going to attack Hagrid.

This was something that Umbridge had reported to Fudge so early that Hera hadn't made any preparations before that.

Just on Wednesday night, a large group of Aurors broke through the Hogwarts defenses and burst onto the grounds.

Many students must have seen this. Hagrid's door was opened violently, and then the lights in the hut shone through. They saw very clearly that a burly figure was roaring and waving his fists, surrounded by six people.All together they shot thin streaks of red light in his direction, and from this they seemed to have stunned him with the Stunning Charm.

"You can't do this!" Hera yelled, summoning a broomstick, which flew straight for Hagrid's hut.

The ejected red light flew around Hagrid's hut, but the spell bounced off him. Thanks to the blood of the giant, Hagrid has a magic resistance that is different from ordinary people.But there are too many wizards besieging him, and they are all well-trained Aurors, who are proficient in using all kinds of magic to fight.

"Be sensible, Hagrid!"

Hagrid roared, "Damn sane, don't you try to catch me like this, Dawlish!"

"Stop, you have no right to do this!" Hera yelled, but no one paid any attention to what he said.

As Headmaster of Hogwarts, he couldn't even pull out his wand and put a stun spell on these bastards--the political significance of this was far greater than that of Hera and Hagrid.

"You must stop!" Hera could only jump off the broom and stand in front of the Aurors, but there were so many of them that Hera couldn't stop them at all.

"Why are you attacking him? He didn't do anything, didn't do anything to give you a reason to do—"

A ray of red light grazed Hera's scalp, which even stripped a handful of his hair.

"This is a warning. You are obstructing the actions of the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Headmaster." The wizard named Dawlish said coldly, and he was the one who uttered the stunning spell.

Professor McGonagall also rushed out, and she yelled as she reached out to stop them.

"You can't do this—"

But they didn't treat Hera so 'nicely'.

"Passed out!"

Figures around the cabin cast at least four Stunning Spells at Professor McGonagall.

Halfway between the cottage and the castle, the red lights hit her sharply.

For a split second she was so bright, she gave off a weird red glow, and then she rose into the air and fell hard on her back to the ground, not moving.

(End of this chapter)