Admiral of Hogwarts

"You shouldn't have stopped me." Ron looked a little annoyed after watching Hugo use a disappearing spell to completely disappear the bottle of potion in his hand. "I heard that Bafa's brain-refreshing potion is particularly effective."

"You are right, but the problem is that a bottle of real Baffy's Brain Refresher costs 30 galleons per pint, and requires a master pharmacist to prepare it, so the market has always been in short supply."

Hugo sighed, and then looked helplessly at Harry and Ron, who looked regretful. "Let's not consider whether the other party has the ability to brew this potion. Even if he does, why should he sell it to you for 1/3 of the price?"

"You mean, this medicine is fake?" Harry, who had lived in his aunt's house since childhood, was obviously much faster than Ron, so he thought of something as soon as Hugo said it.

"It can't be said to be completely false." Hugo thought for a while and said. "We Ravenclaws usually don't go too far. For example, the bottle just now contained a refreshing potion with a bunch of spices added to it."

"But you can buy a large bottle of this thing for 2 to 3 sicco. If you need to spend 12 galleons to buy a pint, it's obviously not worth it. It's just paying IQ tax."

"Actually, there are quite a lot of this kind of stuff recently." Hermione, who was looking at a note she borrowed from her senior sister, raised her head from the document and said, "For example, I saw Hufflepuff's Harrow before. De Dingo is selling dragon claw powder."

"Dragon Claw Powder? I've heard of this stuff." Ron said, "The effect is surprisingly good. It can really improve your memory. There are a few hours when your brain is particularly sharp-"

"Then three times after that, your brain will be filled with glue and you won't be able to move unless you increase the dose of dragon claw powder again, so this kind of thing is contraband." Hermione looked serious. Said to Ron and the others.

"More importantly, what Ding Ge actually sells is Hu Meizi's dried feces. Not only will it not help improve your brain level, it will actually make you stay in the school hospital for a while, wasting precious review time."

In addition to various medicine sellers, the castle was also filled with feelings of separation during this time. This is especially true for some seventh graders and their underclassmen sweethearts.

As the vice-principal of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall informed the fifth-year students about various details of the Owls exam in his Transfiguration class.

"As you can see," Professor McGonagall said as the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students in the classroom copied the exam dates and times on the blackboard.

"Your O.W.Ls exams will last two weeks. You will take the written exam in the morning and the practical exam in the afternoon. Of course, your astronomy practical exam will be in the evening.

"Now, I must remind you that your exam papers are under the strictest anti-cheating spell. It is strictly forbidden to bring auto-answering quills into the exam hall, as well as memory balls, removable clip cuffs and auto-correcting ink."

"I'm afraid to say that every year there seems to be at least one student who thinks he can evade the rules of the Wizarding Examination Board. I just hope there are no such students at Hogwarts this year. Our new - Headmaster -"

The expression on Professor McGonagall's face when she said the word was that of a mysophobic looking at a particularly stubborn patch of dirt.

"-requiring deans of colleges to inform their students that cheating will be punished with the harshest penalties - because, of course, your exam results will directly reflect the new system implemented by the president-"

"What does severe punishment usually mean?" Just as Professor McGonagall finished her words, a Hufflepuff girl raised her hand and asked.

"According to the tradition of previous years, those who cheat in the OWLs exam will not only have their test results invalidated, but will also be expelled from Hogwarts and recorded in the files." Professor McGonagall looked at the students in the classroom and said with a serious face.

"Of course, this is just a simple cheating method. If this kind of cheating is involved in something bigger, then you will be sentenced to Azkaban for between half a year and 15 years."

"So no matter what, I hope you can do your best and abide by the rules resolutely." At the end of the sentence, Professor McGonagall sighed. "You all have to think about your own future."

After hearing what Professor McGonagall said, everyone was frightened, because this kind of punishment sounded really terrible, so it was not until several minutes later that Hermione raised her hand and asked another question.

"Excuse me, Professor," Hermione said, raising her hands in the air, "when will we know our results?"

"It will be delivered to you by an owl in July," said Professor McGonagall.

There was a sound of relaxing exhales from below. Apparently, these late representatives, Representative Chen, could relax a little before their vacation, so as not to have a bad time during the entire vacation.

It was the last Sunday before the exam. Hugo, who originally planned to fish hard and take a day off, spent an extremely fulfilling last day before the exam.

After the review, he had nothing to do. He promised his sister to help her review on Sunday. As a result, he was carried by Hermione to help her review during the whole day.

During the review, Hermione seemed a little nervous. She always took the textbook back from his hand to check whether her answers were correct, and even almost slapped the book on Hugo's face.

"You might as well use the Admiral Internet to review." Hugo looked at his sister helplessly and said, "Do the memory check directly. It will be faster and you won't miss any questions."

"I always feel like this is cheating, but at this time -" Hermione heard Hugo fall into thought, but quickly put down the book, closed her eyes and connected to the Admiral's network.

And this is an important manifestation of Hermione's deepening of the ship girl, because she began to regard the Admiral Network as a part of her life, rather than something that is like cheating to ordinary people.

During dinner time that day, the auditorium was unusually quiet. Everyone was eating the food in front of them quietly, and no one was doing anything else.

While eating, Umbridge walked in very nervously with a small group of old wizards and witches. No matter how arrogant she was in school, she could only be respectful to these elders who had a transcendent status in the magical world. Talk to them.

For example, old Gsilda Marchaban, whose face was wrinkled and covered with a layer of spider webs, repeatedly said that it was extremely stupid for Hogwarts to let Principal Baddo leave.

Umbridge's face looked ugly as if she had swallowed a big mouthful of foul juice, but she did not dare to say a word. This made most students feel very relieved.

Think about it, you can be the invigilator for Dumbledore, who is now 112 years old, and you can still be the invigilator for so many years. One can imagine the level and connections of this old wizard.

Not to mention that these examiners are not even under the jurisdiction of the Minister of Magic. They have enough strength and connections to ignore the Ministry of Magic's instructions.

For example, in the original text, the examiner who invigilated Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts did not pay any attention to the Ministry of Magic's intention to suppress Harry.

So facing these people, Umbridge must endure all kinds of criticism. Otherwise, if she dared to talk back today, she would probably be kicked out of the Ministry of Magic tomorrow, and even Fudge wouldn't be able to save her.