This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

When the unlucky student was caught by the invigilator, Andrew even thought that this subject was absolutely safe - the main professors were not reliable, and you couldn't be sure what you would be tested on if you cheated.

Moreover, in the industry that really needs this certificate, there is basically no cheater.

So, when the girl was caught, Andrew, who was just determining the meaning of a word, was stunned.

"Cheating?"

He glanced at the candidate who was caught over there, and was stunned for a moment before realizing his responsibility.

After jogging a few steps, his originally uncertain heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"What are you doing!"

He lowered his voice, with some gnashing of teeth.

The most low-level cheating method - it is simply taking the examiner for a fool.

Cheat sheet?

What can this thing do? This is Defense Against the Dark Arts, not a subject that requires information like History of Magic and Runes!

He took a breath, calmed himself down, and then began to sign. He went out to tell the elf to clean up the dormitory, sent an owl to the girl's parents, and then returned to Professor McGonagall's office to draft an expulsion notice - after Professor McGonagall looked at it and signed it, everything was over.

The person was caught red-handed - the only good news was that he didn't use any advanced cheating methods, so he was expelled and didn't have to go to Azkaban.

The professor signed with a sigh, and then everything was established.

At noon, the student was officially expelled.

"What the hell are you thinking about!"

He finally asked when he and the elf sent the person to the gate, "Cheating with cheat sheets, you are simply, sorry for your hard work for five years!"

No answer.

The other party even raised her head and left the school gate - she was not forced to leave, nor did she cry, but her parents didn't look good, but there was nothing wrong.

'Really...'

Andrew sighed, but really didn't know what to say.

The exam had to continue, and he and Percy didn't stop.

The next day, Ancient Runes, one expelled.

Andrew handled it.

Potions, two expelled, one Percy, one Andrew, all used Felixir, Azkaban.

Care of Magical Creatures, safe.

Astronomy - a miniature star map was thrown out during the intimidation before the exam.

Passed safely.

Divination was safe.

History of Magic - unexpectedly, safe.

On the last subject, Andrew was on tenterhooks for a long time, and finally landed smoothly.

Merlin's socks, these guys finally gave up the damn fantasy and didn't go to Azkaban!

It wasn't until he complained that he realized that he had learned the catchphrase of Huffman and others.

But when he thought it was almost over, he was called over by Professor McGonagall.

"This year's questions are really difficult, and Professor Marchbank has never been so unkind - but I still got it, you try to do it, and I will mark it."

The original question of Transfiguration fell on the table.

But unlike last year's bumps and bruises, Andrew even had some overly arrogant thoughts at this time...

He tried to restrain himself and finished answering the questions, and then Professor McGonagall marked them on the spot.

About ten minutes later, the professor's careful grading finally ended.

"I can't get a better score on this paper, Taylor."

Professor McGonagall smiled, "You have reviewed well during this period. How is the magic in Vagadu?"

"There are still some vague things that need some time, plus there are exams, so I probably won't have enough time to finish before the summer vacation."

"Don't worry, you can do it during the summer vacation. Prepare for the review exam first-don't make the grades too bad, otherwise the other professors will say that I don't care about the general situation. Okay, go and rest first. You are tired for so long, take a five-day vacation."

"Yes, professor."

——

"Minerva," Professor Marchbank said jokingly at the farewell banquet Dissatisfied, "Last year, Taylor gave the professor of Transfiguration some surprises. Why are you hiding it this year?"

"Taylor is still a little short. He is only in the second year."

Professor McGonagall looked relaxed, "Besides, he still has to prepare for the final exam. I don't want to put too much pressure on him. He was scared by the test last year."

"Really, you."

Professor Marchbank just sighed and didn't go into it further. "The exam discipline is much better this year. It's really gratifying."

"Much better?"

If it wasn't Professor Marchbank, if it was someone else, Professor McGonagall would have been ready to scold him. Two people were sent to Azkaban this year. Do you think it's much better?

"It's not my fault, it's your fault. The threshold for cheating in potions was very high before - now the herbal medicine is booming with the technology developed by Hogwarts. We thought the situation would be very bad this year."

"That's right," Professor McGonagall glanced at the lively students below, "Potions are developing too fast driven by herbs..."

"Yeah, the price of the raw materials for Felix Felicis has been driven up to the sky, and our potion team can't get it now. Do you think Felix Felicis will work just because other potions are okay?"

Professor McGonagall suspected that Professor Marchbank in front of her was referring to Lockhart's matter, but it was hard to say about her matter.

But Professor Marchbank was obviously targeting this.

"The fancy teaching effect seems to involve some, but none of them are in-depth. There is no improvement compared to last year..."

Professor Marchbank shook her head, "Defense Against the Dark Arts is really too bad - I'm afraid there will still be no one who meets the Auror standard this year, Minerva."

The professor can find someone who is a little watered down, but not too watered down.

Defense Against the Dark Arts has been mediocre for two years. Even if Professor Marchbank and Professor McGonagall have a good relationship on weekdays, they must be warned at this moment.

Professor McGonagall can't say anything, and can't even make a guarantee - no matter what excuse she makes, the students' grades have dropped on a large scale, and she, the vice-headmaster, must be responsible.

"I also know it's difficult, but Minerva you have to pay attention. If the grades can't be improved, the Auror generation may be cut off and the Ministry of Magic may have to intervene here."

"I will pay attention, Professor Marchbank."

After the reminder, Professor Marchbank was much more relaxed, and began to taste the dinner seriously and praised the elf's cooking skills.

——

‘Albus may not be able to handle Barrow, and Barrow’s teaching level is really…’

‘A qualified professor, the kind that can improve the school’s performance…’

“How can we find one?”

“If it really doesn’t work, we can be more relaxed and let professors from other areas come?”

“But if so, what will the Ministry of Magic…what will the Examination Authority think?”

When the fifth-year students began to party, Professor McGonagall really began to worry.