Chapter 116: Hufflepuff In The Inner Volume, The Final Exam Begins

Chapter 116: Hufflepuff In The Inner Volume, The Final Exam Begins

Harry, Toby, and Norman spent the last few days of the vacation in the school doctor's office.

Wayne made it very clear that two or three drops of the Water of Life and Death at a time was enough, but Harry just took a small sip just to be on the safe side.

The result is that after drinking, I stretch my legs and walk peacefully.

The effect of the powerful life and death water scared Ronald into thinking that Harry had been poisoned to death, and caused quite a stir.

Madam Pomfrey could do nothing about this, because the water of life and death was not poison, and forcibly awakening him would also cause damage to Harry.

You can only let him sleep until he wakes up naturally.

There are two other fellow sufferers beside Harry.

The geniuses Toby and Norman once again exceeded Wayne's cognitive limits and actually thought that women's clothing could get close to the unicorn without being discovered.

Before they even got close to three meters, they were slapped by one of them.

Cedric, who was quietly hiding in the crowd and saw this scene, breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was not impulsive.

Originally, he thought that if the two of them succeeded, he would risk it all and dress up as a woman for once.

Now it seems there is no need to sacrifice.

Lulu's sudden outburst startled the other little witches, who thought the unicorn had gone crazy.

Later, when I figured out the cause of the incident, my expression became extremely exciting.

Not to mention, Norman has freckles on his face and is thin and frail. Combined with Senior Grace's superb makeup skills, he fits the aesthetics of this country very well.

At least on the way to the infirmary, many boys' hearts beat faster.

On Sunday night, Toby and Norman, who had only suffered external injuries, were discharged from the hospital, and Harry was the only one left in the school doctor's room.

suddenly.

His eyelids moved and he opened them with difficulty, and then he felt weak.

"Thank God, you finally woke up." Ronald shouted in surprise.

"Water...water..." Harry's lips moved slightly, and he felt like he was dying of thirst.

Ronald quickly handed over the water glass that he had prepared. After he finished drinking, he brought some chocolates. After eating, Harry finally felt "seventy-seven" alive.

"How long have I been asleep?" Harry still felt dizzy.

"Three whole days." Ronald held out three fingers: "If Madam Pomfrey hadn't given you the nutrient solution, you would have starved to death.

Ronald looked in admiration: "That's water of life and death. This is the first time I've seen someone drink that thing as a drink."

The CPU gradually resumed operation, and Harry also remembered how he got in, with a speechless expression on his face.

"I didn't expect Wayne's medicine to be so effective."

"Okay, these are for you." With that said, Ronald took a large bag of books and parchment from the bed behind him.

"Class starts tomorrow, and you still have one night to make up for your homework."

Harry looked at him in horror: "I'm completely confused now, so you just let me do my homework?"

"It's okay if you don't write. Send both Snape and Professor McGonagall to the hospital so they won't check your homework." Ronald said expressionlessly.

Harry looked at the pile of books and wanted to drink another bottle of life and death water for himself...

The Easter holidays are over, which means the semester has entered its final stage.

I don’t know how time slipped away. When everyone came to their senses, the final exam was coming.

Hogwarts exams take place in the first full week of June, with results coming out in the second week and the final Quidditch showdown.

The day after the school year party, students will board the Hogwarts Express to spend a pleasant summer vacation.

Entering May, the homework assignments assigned by professors have become more and more arduous. The library is packed with people almost every day, writing endless homework.

Seeing everyone working so hard, Wayne was also very touched.

So one day in May, he called all the little badgers to the common room.

"Wayne, who are you going to complain about this time? If you agree to sister's conditions, sister will help you." Emilia Grace, the sixth-grade prefect, asked with a smile.

It was this senior who helped Norman and Toby dress up as women.

From then on, she seemed to turn on a switch, always pestering Wayne, saying she wanted to see how beautiful he would be after dressing up as a woman.

Wayne refused without thinking.

He is a pure man, how could he install it?

But this senior sister still didn't give up and would ask questions every now and then.

Seeing the eager expressions of the other little badgers, Wayne opened his mouth.

No, what on earth are you expecting?

"The professors are very conscientious and I don't want to complain to anyone." Wayne explained helplessly:

After hearing his words, many people showed disappointed expressions.

Wayne even heard the low murmur of a little badger.

"Why don't you complain to the principal... Maybe there will be no need for final exams."

Good guy, Hufflepuff still has such ambitions?

I feel sorry for you coming to the Badger Yard. I suggest you report to Slytherin as soon as possible.

"Ahem!" Wayne coughed twice quickly to attract everyone's attention.

"Everyone, do you know where I went for Christmas?"

"Isn't it New York?"

Wayne looked at Toby with admiration. Yes, he had learned to answer quickly.

Wayne shouted: "Yes, I went to New York, and I met Mr. Newt Scamander there!"

Wow!

The lounge was boiling.

Who, Newt Scamander?

Cedric made a skillful sliding tackle and skillfully hugged Wayne's thigh, his face flushed with excitement.

"Did you actually meet Mr. Scamander?"

"Of course." Wayne patted Cedric's head lovingly, "Not only did we meet him, I stayed at his house throughout the vacation, and we also went to see Thunderbirds together."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Cedric wailed, feeling like he had lost a thousand Galleons.

Dumbledore is indeed a great wizard respected and worshiped by all students, but his status and achievements are so high that everyone does not understand how great he is.

But Newt is different. He is more flesh and blood. He has also failed and was expelled from school, but he finally succeeded through hard work and his love for magical creatures.

Cedric's favorite is this old Hufflepuff senior!

There were many people with the same expression as him, all looking at Wayne with resentment.

It's okay if you don't say it, but if you say it now deliberately, doesn't it hurt our hearts?

Wayne was secretly happy, this was the effect he wanted.

"Don't worry, everyone, I just remembered it, and I brought gifts for everyone." Wayne took out a book: "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them - Special Edition for Senior Newt, and a blessing message."

"Godfather!" Cedric shouted hoarsely.

"Let's go!" Whateley pushed Cedric away and hugged Wayne's lap:

"Wayne, no, Mr. Lawrence!"

"As long as you give me the book, when I graduate, the Quidditch captain's throne will be yours, and you can enjoy the prefect's bathroom and the exclusive prefect's box!"

Cedric looked at him in disbelief.

"Twoley, didn't you say that I am the next Quidditch captain?"

Twoley looked indifferent: "Sorry Diggory, we don't know each other well."

Cedric was instantly petrified.

A large group of little badgers all crowded over and looked eagerly at the book in Wayne's hand.

"Don't worry, everyone." Wayne quickly shook off Twoley, jumped back and said loudly: "I brought back a total of fifty signed books. Everyone has a chance!"

The cheers in the lounge almost lifted the ceiling.

Wayne waited until everyone was happy before continuing: "However, everyone can't get one of these fifty books. For the sake of fairness, I decided..."

"Anyone who ranks among the top ten in their grade in the final exam will get a copy."

Cedric immediately beamed.

Top ten? This is too simple. He has been ranked first in his grade for two consecutive years.

Whateley's expression was a little solemn. His score in the top ten depends on luck. It seems that he needs to review seriously.

Some people are happy and some are worried. Generally speaking, the academic performance of the little badgers is not very good. The top ten is too difficult for everyone. Wayne can only lower the difficulty, as long as he enters the top fifteen.

Don’t worry if the total number of people exceeds fifty.

Since he could get fifty copies, more were not a problem.

At this time, Hufflepuff's little teacher's enthusiasm for learning was immediately aroused.

On the second day, they occupied almost half of the library.

Looking at the little badgers studying hard, the students from other colleges looked confused.

What on earth happened? Why did everyone look like they had been injected with chicken blood?

After word spread about what happened that night, someone became unhappy and came to Wayne specifically.

They also want Scamander's signed book.

Unfortunately, Wayne rejected them all.

This is an exclusive benefit for the Badger House. If you don’t get enough of it, how can it be someone else’s turn?

This also caused other little wizards to follow suit.

Top fifteen in grade, right?

I can't get the book, and you can't get it either. As long as I study hard and squeeze you out, that's it.

A wave of involution set off by Hufflepuff quickly swept through various colleges.

Every morning and late at night, “you can see people reading at night in major public rooms.

This also made Wayne smile from ear to ear.

If everyone gets together, won't his potion be able to be sold?

The reason why Wayne took out all the books that were originally intended to be given to everyone as rewards was to make more money before the end of the semester.

Thinking Potion, Invigorating Potion, Bafe Brain-Refreshing Potion, Intelligence Enhancement Device

Everyone else is using all kinds of magic potions to assist learning, but if you don’t use them, aren’t you falling behind?

In just a few days, Wayne had added hundreds of Galleons to his account, and many students' wallets had been drained by him. When they saw Wayne, their expressions would change, and then they would turn around and run away.

The professors also knew about this and expressed great appreciation for Wayne's approach.

Using this method to encourage students to study hard is much more effective than just saying a few words in class.

Professors McGonagall and Flitwick found random excuses and added a lot of points to Wayne.

Professor Sprout also called Wayne to his office and praised him deeply.

Wayne also had the good sense to give Sprout a signed book by Newt.

After leaving the office, the twins came out of nowhere and blocked him one after another.

"You want to fight?" Wayne raised his eyebrows and started rolling up his sleeves.

"Hey, hey, stop making trouble Wayne."

Fred quickly held down the boy and joked that no matter whether it was a literary fight (with a wand) or a physical fight (direct fist fight), neither of them could be Wayne's opponent.

"Boss." George came up to him and said, "Can you give me a copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?"

Wayne wondered: "What do you want it for? I never heard that you two also admire Newt."

"That's for sure." Fred nodded solemnly, "We both love magical animals so much.

"That's right." George sighed: "Those prank props require too many materials."

Wayne:"....

June 1st, Monday.

The final exam began in a tense atmosphere.

For Wayne, his birthday was the beginning of exam week, which was a pretty bad experience.

Fortunately, when he woke up early in the morning and saw the gift at his feet, he felt a lot better.

After today, he is no longer an eleven-year-old child.

But twelve years old!

The school first conducts the written examinations for all subjects, and then the practical exercises.

In the morning, Professor McGonagall appeared in front of everyone in the most serious manner, scanning the little wizard in the examination room with a pair of bright eyes.

Based on her rich experience, she has caught many students who wanted to cheat.

Some bring cheating quills and try to replace the quills distributed in the examination room.

Use invisible ink to write knowledge points on your arms, and it will become visible by licking them with your tongue.

There are also people who wear special contact lenses, and the answers will automatically appear when they see the questions.

There are many kinds, and those students have used all their talents for a year on this.

But he couldn't escape Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes.

This is an anti-cheating master with fifty years of experience in invigilating exams. This little trick cannot be hidden from her, and she can see through it easily.

Every time another cheating student was exposed, the corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth would slightly raise.

Wayne was completely uninvolved in this aspect.

Some money can be made, and some money cannot be made.

He can indeed make those cheating props easily, but if he helps other students cheat, how will the professors view him?

If you get into trouble again, no one will be able to protect you.

So even though many people begged Wayne, he didn't let go.

If you want to cheat, don't come to me. There are shops in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade selling similar items.

Professor McGonagall, who was walking among the students, came up behind Wayne, read the paper for a while, nodded with satisfaction and left.

With just a cursory glance, she was sure that Wayne would hand in a perfect answer.

Other students were not so lucky. They would be frightened if they noticed she was nearby, even if they were not cheating.

I finally finished writing the last obscure paper and handed in the test paper.

Next comes the more difficult practical part.

After all, there are some multiple-choice questions in the test paper, and the question and answer questions can also be made up randomly based on some homework you have written. The more words, the more reasonable it is.

But in practice...if it doesn't, it really won't.

This year's first-year practical exam was a difficult one, requiring students to turn mice into snuff boxes.

The more exquisite the box, the higher the score. If it still retains the characteristics of a mouse, points will be deducted.

"Seamus, what's wrong with you?" 5.5 Wayne looked at Seamus who was in a state of despair after coming out of the classroom, and asked strangely.

"I didn't become a snuff box." Seamus said sadly.

"It's okay, just deduct points. Hannah just turned into a snuff box with a mouse head. She said it was just for decoration. Professor McGonagall seems to believe it." Wayne comforted him.

"No, this is different." Xicao sighed: "I didn't even change the shape of the snuff box.

"Then what have you become?"

Wayne was even more confused. Seamus was pretty good at transfiguration, so he didn't have any changes at all.

Seamo lamented: "I turned the mice into dead mice and exploded them all over the classroom.

Wayne:""

No wonder Professor McGonagall hasn't asked him to come in yet, he is probably cleaning the classroom.

Another five minutes passed.

"Wayne Lawrence!" Professor McGonagall's voice came from inside the room.

Wayne walked in. Professor McGonagall looked a little unhappy, and the minced meat of the dead rat almost splashed on her face.

After so many years of invigilating exams, this was the first time she saw Seamus trying to attack a professor.

Wayne said hello obediently and was about to wave his wand, but Professor McGonagall waved his hand and the mouse on the table disappeared.

"Mr. Lawrence, these test questions are too easy for you." Professor McGonagall smiled: "Honestly, it's natural for me to give you full marks.

"But I want to see if you have made any progress in the transformation technique after so long since the last time.

"If you don't satisfy me, your privileges will be revoked next semester."

Geniuses must be treated like geniuses, not only preferential treatment, but also more stringent expectations.

If Wayne was complacent and made no progress in his transfiguration, then McGonagall was ready to push the little guy.

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