The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, June is here and the exam is approaching.

The grounds of the castle glowed with the colors of spring - they had been renovated to serve as an examination room, and the lessons were entirely focused on topics that the teachers thought were most likely to appear in the exams.

Except for the exam, everything is driven away from the students' minds, and the atmosphere of purpose and excitement is gradually approaching.

Many people began to ask others about their review status, and then "humbly" said that they had not reviewed at all.

However, Ricardo believes that some people really don’t review.Just look at the score in the fifties after four months of taking the exam. You can tell that you are purely using the exam as a preview.

Slytherin students now especially like to brag and show off their family connections, and then say that this exam is not important to them at all. As long as they pass it, they can go to the college they want.

...Ricardo wanted to cut it after hearing this.

At the same time, the black market drug trade is booming, and drugs that increase intelligence and treat insomnia are selling well among fifth and seventh graders.

There was a sixth-year Ravenclaw who started selling his energizing brain tonic to his underclassmen, constantly swearing that it was the only reason he had improved significantly and achieved nine 'O's' in his OWLs last summer, and a whole pint of it Only 12 galleons.

Ricardo once brought this thing to Snape and asked about the principle of this potion. The snake king didn't even look at it and said it was absolutely impossible.

"But if this is really beneficial to students..."

"Think about it with your brain that has been kicked by a troll, idiot," Snape said impatiently, "How could a student prepare such a powerful potion! The material of that thing is definitely dried excrement of something - fact Come on, there was a Ravenclaw who sold this kind of thing last year! Why not let them get some dragon claw powder to deal with it!"

...Good guy, it turns out to be a legacy fraud.

A few days later, Ricardo learned the details of the exam schedule and exam procedures.

"Although Professor McGonagall has already said it, I would like to emphasize it again," he waved his wand, causing the exam time and date to appear on the blackboard. "Your exam will last approximately two full weeks. You will express it on paper in the morning. theory, and practice in the afternoons.”

"Now, what I must warn you most urgently is that the anti-fraud spell has been cast on your examination papers. Automatic answering quills are banned in the examination hall, and the like can be used for memorization, Separation, plagiarized garment hems, and self-correcting ink.”

"I think there is no need for my students to engage in such sneaky tricks. After all, you have passed the exam dozens of times - although there are some people in each class who have been caught cheating by me, I believe that my feedback will make those students Know the consequences.”

The students laughed. They clearly remembered how after being caught cheating, the man memorized every word he had to read ten times before taking the exam over the weekend.

Although this is handled privately, students always have their own channels for information.

"You have already passed the test many times," Ricardo continued after the students had laughed enough. "I have tried all the questions in the past 20 years and all the question types in the past 50 years. The written test is not a problem at all; in terms of actual combat, I have taken you to see almost all the magical animals that may be tested, and I have also tested your mastery level of all the magic spells that must be tested. Basically, there will be no problem. So, this test for you - including seventh graders ——If anyone dares to fail the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam..."

Ricardo didn't say anything. He split the water glass on the podium into two pieces, then restored it to its original state, split it into pieces again, and restored it to its original form...

The students were all silent, it was so cruel.jpg!

"The results of the Wizarding Examination will be sent to you in July, and I will go to the Ministry of Magic to ask for a copy," Ricardo said again, cutting off their unwanted thoughts, "So, don't think I can’t cure you. As long as you still want to go back to Hogwarts and as long as your descendants study here, you must give me a serious exam! Otherwise, it will be easy to lose your reputation!”

The audience was in a commotion, and the last few lessons that should have been reluctant to give up were made miserable by Ricardo.

He looked at the commotion and smiled leisurely.

It's not a big deal to be ruined, but "I used to have a student, he..." wasn't it something that the teacher in the previous life often said?He just inherited this fine tradition.

Students are always the most nervous a few days before an exam. Many students come to him and ask for back-tickling, and they constantly ask him to open the book to confirm whether their answers are completely correct. They bared their teeth and almost beat him for this.

"Why didn't you just do it yourself? Besides, I'm the standard answer."

Even at the dining table, there were people busy studying: someone pointed his fingers and read the spell notes silently, his lips turning silently; someone tilted his stool as if sitting on a master's chair, reciting "A True Spell Explanation", and someone practiced Basic movement spell, they are trying to get their food to chase each other around the corner of the table.

Breakfast before exams is very depressing.The fifth and seventh graders didn’t talk much except about their favorite food. They had been studying hard all day.Some of them kept cutting and cutting with her knife and fork - but the cake on the plate had already been eaten - and kept looking at the bags they put under the table, so it seemed that they wanted to use this as a way of retaliation. I have a rough understanding of this book.

Warm summer air was drifting in through the windows, but the students didn't notice.

Ricardo didn't know any of the professors who came to invigilate the exam - I heard there was a woman who had been an examiner for Dumbledore. They greeted each other politely and then ran to their destinations.He originally wanted to look at his students outside the window, but after thinking about it, he decided not to put too much pressure on the students.

So he went to the Black Lake and stared blankly at the rise and fall of the lake.For some reason, he felt like something in the black lake was observing him.

what is it then?Ricardo looked towards the lake, but could only see himself.It is said that there are mermaids in the lake, but based on his reputation for killing people through the Forbidden Forest, and because they are naturally afraid of humans, they probably don't dare to show their faces.

Even the dark magical creatures Grindylow did not dare to appear in front of him. After all, they were just low IQ, not stupid.

So what is the thing to observe him?Mermaid?Or Grindylow?It's not even possible...

He couldn't help but think of the rumors at Hogwarts. It was said that there was an indescribable, unseen, unimaginable thing under the lake - bah, a huge magical animal that slept at the bottom of the lake and would only wake up at a certain moment.

Some Slytherins even claimed that when they couldn't sleep at night and came to the lounge, they would occasionally feel an indescribable whisper lingering in their ears, like a monster making a sound.

what would that be...

Ricardo was thinking wildly, and suddenly, a voice interrupted his thinking.

"Professor Silva!" Harry gasped, "Snape wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone!"