Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 214 214. Unexpected big scene
The passage of time does not follow people's will.

Although many Hogwarts students prayed to Merlin for more review time, June came amidst their resistance.

This means that the end-of-year exams, which last for a week every year, also come together.

Ravenclaws are the most relaxed of the four houses when it comes to exams.

There are even many Ravenclaw students who like exams.

Of course, this is also the most incomprehensible part of Ravenclaw to the students of the other three colleges.

In the fourth grade, the first exam is the Charms class.

After the written test is completed, it is the practical operation.

Scott and two roommates of the same grade were waiting at the door of the Charms classroom.

"I don't know what spell Professor Flitwick will let us use for the exam?" Milton looked at the first student who entered the classroom.

The commentator of the Quidditch game, Lee Jordan of Gryffindor College.

Scott leaned against the wall of the corridor, "I remember that you have mastered all the spells you learned this school year?"

Milton took a few deep breaths and smiled embarrassedly, "I didn't expect to be a little nervous when I was on the scene."

"It seems that your changes are still not thorough enough." Roger said with a smile.

"But it's still much better than before." Scott also smiled. "Last year, the day before the final exam at the end of the school year, Milton was so nervous that he didn't sleep all night."

They chatted casually, and soon, Li Qiaodan came out of the classroom.

The Gryffindor students immediately surrounded him.

"It's a restoration spell!"

Scott heard Lee Jordan speaking to his classmates at the pace of a ball game commentary.

"Professor Flitwick asked me to fix a damaged grandfather clock with a Restoring Charm... Oh, I have to say, that grandfather clock was a bit too complicated... After I repaired it, its hour and minute hands were reversed..."

Restoration spell?
Scott had a bottom line.

This is such a basic charm that even first-year wizards can use it to fix simple things.

But if the object of restoration is a grandfather clock with a complex structure, it is still very difficult.

The students who got the key words immediately dispersed and discussed separately. Only Fred and George were still listening to Lee Jordan's excited talk.

"I suddenly felt..." Scott said to Roger and Milton, "Maybe Eddie can take over Jordan's commentator position in the future, what do you think?"

"It's a good candidate..." Roger hesitated, "I just hope that these two people won't explain together."

"That was an absolute disaster." Scott couldn't help laughing.

It wasn't long before it was Scott's turn to take the test.

Hearing Professor Flitwick calling his name, Scott hurried into the classroom.

"Good afternoon, Professor Flitwick."

Scott walked to the front of the podium.

"Oh, good afternoon, Scott."

Professor Flitwick looked up at him, and pointed to the dilapidated grandfather clock by the podium.

"I think you already know the content of the exam. Of course, this should not trouble you. Let's start."

Scott nodded and looked over.

This grandfather clock is really badly damaged.

The wooden case was stripped of paint and cracked, the glass of the clock face was shattered, and even the hands fell off.

Not to mention the invisible and complex structure inside the grandfather clock, I also knew that the situation was a mess.

But Scott didn't hesitate.

He took out his wand and waved it crisply.

"Reparo!"

A cursed light enveloped the battered grandfather clock.

In an instant, as if going back in time, this tattered machine gradually changed towards its best state.

Soon, an almost new grandfather clock appeared in front of Scott.

Click, click.

The sound sounded, and the second hand on the clock face began to rotate.

"Oh! Perfect! Scott!" Professor Flitwick said happily. "You not only restored its appearance, but also made it work again!"

"It's also thanks to your teaching, Professor." Scott gave a wizard salute to Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick was obviously overjoyed to hear him say that.

The beard on his upper lip was raised, "Oh, you're welcome, Scott, your excellence is beyond doubt."

In the next few days, Scott successfully completed the written exams on Transfiguration, Potions, Astronomy, Herbal Medicine, History of Magic, Ancient Runes, Arithmetic Divination, and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The time finally came to Friday.

The wizard duel projects of all students in the school are arranged on this day.

After breakfast that day, the students of the four colleges, led by their deans, came to the Quidditch field outside the castle.

"Does it need to be so grand?"

"Oh, who remembers, this is just part of the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam!"

"Maybe next school year, the school will open a dueling class?"

"I've decided to hate the subject from now on."

Sitting in his seat in the Ravenclaw stands, Scott listened to the complaints of his classmates.

He also didn't expect that the school would create such a scene, which was much more grand than the dueling club organized by Lockhart last semester.

"Hey! Look!"

Eddie, who was sitting next to him, suddenly pointed in the direction of the grandstand and exclaimed.

Scott turned his head and saw that Dumbledore was leading a group of people into the stands to take their seats.

Eddie added: "Look at that fat man next to Dumbledore, that's the Minister of Magic!"

"...That's true."

Scott glanced at it, not only the Minister of Magic, but also some other officials, as well as the parents of the students.

Of course, most of them are the heads of pure blood families.

"Oh...my dad is here too." Scott heard Milton's unhappy voice.

He narrowed his eyes and searched carefully among the crowd over there.

Sure enough, Mr. Graves was over there, arm in arm with a witch in the image of a lady.

Is that Madame Zabini?

A little curious, Scott took out a spotting telescope from his leather bag and looked over there again.

Through the binoculars, Scott could see a little more clearly.

Compared with the last meeting on platform 9 3/4, Mr. Graves is in a different state.

The last time Scott saw him gloomy and depressed, this time he was full of vigor.

And Mrs. Zabini, who was holding arms with him, was indeed a famous witch in the magic world, and she looked mature, plump and radiant.

Satisfied with his curiosity, Scott quickly retracted his gaze and handed the binoculars to Milton.

Milton just shook his head, "No need."

He took a deep breath.

"The important thing is the exam in front of you, isn't it?"

He seemed to be convincing himself.

"Everything else doesn't matter."

Scott retracted the monocular and handed it to Eddie.

He didn't say anything, but silently patted Milton on the shoulder to express his support.

(End of this chapter)