Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

Finally, the day of the exam came.

The weather was very hot, and the large classroom where the students were answering the questions was even more uncomfortably hot.The teachers gave them new quills specially for exams, and they were all cursed against cheating.

There was also a practical exam, where Professor Flitwick made them walk into the room one by one to see if they could get a pineapple to tap dance across a desk.Professor McGonagall watched as they turned a mouse into a snuffbox - the more elegant the box, the higher the score.

The complicated exams made Harry forget all thoughts related to the Philosopher's Stone. Although he was still worried about Voldemort, there was nothing he could do about it. Didn't the professors already set up a mechanism to protect the Philosopher's Stone? He didn't need to go there. worry.

Harry kept comforting himself that way.

And even if he really found some clues, Harry would not dare to mess around. Gryffindor's score was still the lowest. He did not want to cause Gryffindor College to have the lowest score in the history of the school because of himself. ——This is all given by Professor Heimer.

In order to avoid this situation, Harry even walked away whenever he saw Snape, not giving him any chance to deduct points for himself.Even during the entire Potions exam, Harry didn't raise his head even once, even though he knew Snape was standing behind him, and he could feel his breath on his neck.

After finally walking out of the cold basement, Harry saw the students in the corridor discussing something enthusiastically.

"What happened to them?" Harry asked, and Hermione shook her head in confusion.

"I'll ask."

Ron said and walked towards the Weasley twins. The two of them were gathering together to discuss something in a low voice. They were obviously not satisfied with being interrupted by Ron, but in the end they told the students the reason for their discussion.

"Digory managed to do it!"

Ron stunned and said to the two: "He successfully created the automatic casting wand, just in the ancient magic exam that just ended!"

"Is it all magic?" Hermione asked hastily.

"That's not true, only the Disarming Charm." Ron said, "But this is also very remarkable. If Professor Highmore hadn't done this before, then Diggory would be the first to successfully create an automatic casting wand Wizard! I guess he will be included in the "Research on the Development of Modern Witchcraft" soon, and he is even a Hufflepuff!"

Hermione was stunned for a while, she still couldn't fully digest the fact that a glass bottle that only produced blue bluebell flames seemed nothing compared to an auto-casting wand.

"Ahhhh-!"

Hermione suddenly went crazy. She tore her fluffy brown hair hard like an orange cat with explosive hair, which shocked Ron and Harry.

"Why!" Hermione wailed: "Why was I driven away by Professor Hemmer! Otherwise, at least I could have made a more powerful glass bottle!"

Ron reminded in a low voice: "Because we went to Mason's Gate in violation of school rules, have you forgotten about it?"

Harry wanted to stop Ron's mouth, but it was too late - Hermione stopped for a moment. She stared at Ron fiercely, as if she was considering which angle to hit him from to hurt him more.

Ron immediately felt a chill spreading around him. He quickly changed the subject and said, "Oh, I have to go first. The prank sweater hasn't been completely successful yet -"

"I'll go too!" Harry said immediately afterward, "The melody of the flute is still not right, and now it has become a wedding march."

They didn't dare to stay with Hermione any longer, and ran away like flying.

The last test was ancient magic. The students stood in line at the door of the office, holding their magic array items in their hands, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Harry was also waiting anxiously. He could not complete the flute according to his original idea - the lyrics were correct, but the melody could not be changed, and it was fixed on the wedding march.

Twenty minutes later, the office door opened, and Professor Hemmer's voice came from inside: "Harry Potter."

"Good luck." Ron said frightenedly, his yield rate was even lower than Harry's - the sweater not only couldn't shrink, but would keep getting bigger. This was a complete mistake, and it's rare that he still had the mood Bless Harry.

Harry held the flute tightly in his hand, and he walked into the office cautiously, and saw Professor Highmore and Al were muttering something together.

This shocked Harry - Professor Hemmer seemed very unhappy from his expression. Could it be that Digory's success couldn't make him feel happy either? ?

"Tonight? Doesn't this mean that I have to rush over as soon as I finish the exam... Lucius is crazy and plans to fight me to the death?... I originally thought he would calm down for a while, but no To think that he was actually planning to cause trouble for me...even the principal didn't let me go...it seems like he really should be taught a lesson..."

"ah!"

As soon as Al looked up and saw Harry in a daze, he reminded Toby aloud that he was in the process of taking the exam.

"Well......"

Toby looked away from the table and landed on Harry.

"Mr. Potter, let's begin."

Harry quickly shook what he just heard out of his mind. He took out his flute and played it for a while, and the school song with the melody of the wedding march came from it.

After the assessment was over, Harry handed the flute to Professor Heimer and asked him to take a look at it.

"It didn't quite achieve the desired goal. I remember your original idea was Symphony of Destiny, right?"

"Yes...yes, Professor."

"Well..." Toby pondered for a while: "That's it."

Harry silently waited for the imminent death sentence to arrive.

"I can give you an E (good) and you can go, Mr. Potter."

"Sorry, Professor, next term I'll be—huh?"

Harry raised his head in surprise: "I actually passed the test?"

"Yes." Toby said, giving Harry a rare smile: "You did a pretty good job. If you had written the wedding march from the beginning, I would have given you an O (excellent). It seems that you Also talented in ancient magic, it's like...well, aren't you leaving yet, Mr. Potter? Or do you finally understand the magic of confinement? Are you planning to be locked up more?"

Harry was still feeling dizzy when he left the office.

After a while, Ron, who was called in, also came out. He shouted to Harry excitedly: "I passed, Harry! Finally, I don't have to retake this exam - um."

After realizing where he was, Ron quickly hid his thoughts in his heart and did not say them out again.

According to Professor Heimer, the enlarged sweater looks good, but it is not really a prank toy. The person who is put on the sweater will not wait stupidly to trip over the longer sweater. If there were more tricks, Ron could also get an E (good).

But Ron was extremely satisfied with this, and he finally didn't have to take the course again.

"I thought I would fail, and I was always worried about giving me a troll (T) evaluation."

Ron said with hesitation: "Now I can give my mother an explanation. She will definitely keep an eye on my ancient magic class results. Even Bill has written to me many times, asking me not to fail in this course. So slack."

Toby in the office is still thankful that he didn't say anything wrong before.

He almost said Lily's name in front of Harry.

It's about their friendship, but it's also about ancient magic.

"It seems that Harry is more like Lily."

Under Toby's soliloquy, Al nodded pretendingly. This was one of the few things he could do well as an assistant.