days at Hogwarts

Chapter 495 The Last Day

June 6, morning.

The Potions practical exam ended at ten in the morning, and the little wizards who walked out of the classroom looked a little dazed.

Professor Snape's teaching content this school year is not complicated. The focus is on the identification of different types of poisons and the preparation of antidotes. During class, he often threatened Gryffindor students. On Tuesday, he told Neville that he would use toad poison. Lucky Test Poison, Thursday said he would poison Harry's Halloween and Christmas dinners...

What no one expected was that the final practical exam question was Potion of Endurance, and some students from Gryffindor House and Hufflepuff House who were obsessed with guessing the question said they were fooled.

Loren did not go to the library to review with Hermione, but made an appointment to meet in the Great Hall later. He stayed to help Professor Snape.

After the students' potions were boiled, they were put into slender glass bottles. According to the color, layering state, and viscosity of the potions... Loren first roughly packed the potions into three boxes, and the failed one A box that barely passes, but an excellent box.

Professor Snape looked through it carefully, filling out the grades on the parchment paper according to the labels on the medicine bottles, and sometimes unscrewing the corks and sniffing.

The final destination of these examination works is also different. The best batch will be given to Madam Pomfrey for reserve medicine; the smaller batch will flow to the market and be dispersed through different channels, and the proceeds will be used for teaching in the next semester; and the third batch will be dumped Enter the toilet and flush into the Black Lake through the sewer.

"Don't be anxious, look carefully. The color of the endurance potion is similar to July grass juice. It can't be light or too dark. This bottle is so thick that it turns black. The viscosity is slightly higher than that of water, but lower than that of water. Olive oil, you need to observe the flow state...

Ron was worrying about the upcoming History of Magic exam. He knew clearly what the test points were. Hermione and Loren had highlighted the key points for him respectively. But knowing that the knowledge needed to be tested didn't mean that he didn't need to memorize it. The goblin rebellion lasted for decades. Years, every knowledge point is enough to be expanded into a paper.

"Well... where is your godfather?"

Snape casually threw the potion in his hand into the third box, and the glass bottles clinked together with a crisp clang.

Every year's exams seemed to put History of Magic at the end. He had reasonable suspicion that other professors had no human rights when they bullied Professor Binns. It was a proper case of school bullying.

"Harry, let's go take the exam first. If there are any extra test papers, I'll ask Professor Binns for a copy and bring it to you this afternoon to relieve your boredom." Loren said and left, holding Hermione's arms carelessly. shoulder, leaning next to her ear to teach her exam tips, "Don't panic when you encounter a question you don't know during the exam. Read the question first, see what content the question involves, and write down everything you can think of! No matter what the answer is, No, Professor Binns might be confused and give you more points..."

Loren felt like he had been caught. He wanted to ask if the Potions Assistant was paid, but after looking at Professor Snape's face, he still couldn't ask.

Because he was a warrior, he didn't have to take the exam. Every time he took the exam, he sat with the invigilator professor, and from time to time they would chat about strategies for dealing with the maze.

Professor, you seem to be hinting at something...

Hermione looked helpless, but Ron listened intently with a serious look on his face.

Pushing the door open and walking into the conference room, they immediately understood the reason for Ron's hurry.

Just when Harry was about to go to the library to study some spells, the door to the conference room opened and Cedric stuck his head out: "Harry, come on, they are waiting for you!"

Loren quickly came to sit next to Hermione, glanced at her densely packed notebook, and was suddenly attacked by a mysterious force. He immediately turned around and chose to fish: "Tsk, Harry, what are you thinking about with such a sad look on your face? You're worried about it later. How can I chat with Professor Binns?”

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"There is also History of Magic, which is the last subject. After the exam, we will watch the competition." Loren replied.

Watching their retreating figures, Harry's smile slowly faded. When he turned around, he met the somewhat disappointed gaze of Viktor Krum. He was sitting next to the long Slytherin table and seemed to be looking at Lorraine just now. Lun them.

After lunch, they sat in the auditorium for half an hour.

Cedric and his parents stood by the door, laughing and talking over the first two projects, and Mr. Amos Diggory laughed until his mouth split.

When the end-of-exam bell rang, Ron couldn't sit still immediately. He pulled Loren and ran to the conference room in the side hall of the auditorium. Hermione followed behind with light steps, asking them the last few questions on the test paper while running.

Analysis of the pre-war situation, the time and place of the outbreak of the war, and the significance of the victory or defeat of the war. In addition, what role did the relevant magic used in the war play, what problems were exposed, and how could future generations improve it?

If he were asked to recite them all, Ron would rather bathe the squid.

Loren left the classroom silently. Professor Snape's expression was a little gloomy, maybe because Harry Potter failed to take the exam.

"Go back and review."

"Are there any exams later?"

Loren glanced at him suspiciously.

"What's there to worry about?"

“Sometimes it’s hard to tell with the naked eye, so you can dip some with a stick.

"After the fourth grade endurance potion review is completed, there are also potions from other grades. I will come and help tomorrow when I have time. You can just grade the lower grade potions directly without classifying them."

"Good professor."

Quickly go upstairs and come to the auditorium.

During the last Care of Magical Creatures exam, Harry wandered around the grounds with Hagrid. After the exam, he met Loren and the others to discuss some strange questions, such as how to deal with the Blast-tailed Skrewt, the Sphinx and the Manticore. How to answer the beast's question and how to avoid being entangled in the devil's vine...

"You didn't think the Dursleys were coming, did you?"

"Are you also eager to look up the names of some goblin generals? To be honest, their naming methods are too weird. I can't remember their middle names."

Hermione sat opposite the two of them, her lips moving as she kept reciting the passages she had memorized.

"Good professor."

Loren gained a new understanding of the shady nature of the Goblet of Fire.

A picture emerged in Harry's mind - the other warriors were meeting cordially with their relatives, and he was left alone next to him. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Fortunately, the reporter lady was not here, otherwise he would be in "The Prophet" again tomorrow. I saw myself on the headlines in the daily newspaper.

"I can't go to the examination room with you." Harry sighed even more melancholy, "Professor McGonagall told me that the warriors' relatives were invited to watch the finals, and the warriors will meet their relatives in the afternoon."

"Watching the game..." Snape's eyes showed a faint wave of emotion, "Just stay in the audience and don't do unnecessary things."

"Sirius has been busy and probably won't be able to come."

Krum withdrew his gaze and lazily stood up and went to the conference room at the back of the auditorium, where relatives met. Fleur Delacour, Cedric of Hufflepuff, and Graves, who were sitting at the Ravenclaw table, left one after another, and the auditorium gradually became deserted.

Harry was sitting next to Ron, flipping through his notebook boredly, with a sad expression.