Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Finally, the exam day came.

The weather was very hot, and the large classroom where the students answered questions was even more uncomfortably hot. The teacher gave them new quills specifically for exams, and they were all cursed with anti-cheating spells.

There was also a practical test. Professor Flitwick asked them to go into the classroom one by one and see if they could make a pineapple tap dance across a desk. Professor McGonagall watched them turn a mouse into a

Snuff box - the more beautiful the box, the higher the score.

The complicated exam made Harry forget all thoughts related to the Sorcerer's Stone. Although he was still worried about Voldemort, there was nothing he could do about it. The professors had already set up a mechanism to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, so there was no need for him to go there.

worry.

Harry kept comforting himself like this.

And even if he really found some clues, Harry would not dare to mess around. Gryffindor's score was still the last. 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 took a detour as soon as he saw Snape, not giving him any chance to deduct points from him. Even during the entire Potions exam, Harry did not even raise his head once.

Even though he knew that Snape was standing behind him, he could still feel Snape's breath on his neck.

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

"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 low voices. 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 it!"

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

"Is it all magic?" Hermione asked quickly.

"That's not true, there is only a disarming spell." Ron said: "But this is also amazing. If Professor Hemmer hadn't done this before, then Digory would be the first to successfully create an automatic casting wand.

Wizard! I guess it won't be long before he will be included in the "Research on the Development of Modern Witchcraft", and he may even be a Hufflepuff!"

Hermione was stunned for a while, she hadn't been able to fully digest the fact that compared to a self-casting wand, a glass bottle that could only produce blue bellflower flames seemed nothing special.

“Ahhhhh——!”

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 quietly: "Because we went to Mason Gate in violation of school rules. Have you forgotten about this?"

Harry wanted to stop Ron's mouth, but it was too late - Hermione stopped for a moment and 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 followed up and said, "The melody of the flute is still wrong. Now it has become a wedding march."

They didn't dare to stay with Hermione for a moment longer, and ran away as fast as they could.

The last subject was ancient magic. The students stood in line at the door of the office, holding their own magic array items in their hands, like young sheep 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 to you." Ron said fearfully. His yield rate was even lower than Harry's - not only could the sweater not shrink, but it would continue to get bigger. This was a complete mistake. It was rare that he was still in the mood.

Blessings Harry.

Harry clutched the flute in his hand tightly. He walked into the office cautiously and saw Professor Heimer and Al whispering something together.

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

"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!"

Al looked up and saw Harry in a daze, and reminded Toby that he was currently in the process of taking an exam.

"Well......"

Toby looked away from the table and fell 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.

"The expected goal was not completely achieved. I remember that 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 leave, Mr. Potter."

"Sorry, Professor, I'll be there again next semester - eh?"

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

"Yeah." Toby said, rarely smiling at Harry: "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 gifted 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 imprisoned for more time?"

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 the exam, Harry! Finally, I don't have to retake this course - eh."

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 be tripped by the longer sweater. If

With more tricks, Ron could also get an E (good).

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

"I thought I was going to fail, and I was always worried that I would be given a troll (T) rating."

Ron said without 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 was still congratulating himself that he had not said anything wrong before.

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

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

"It seems that Harry is more like Lily."

As Toby muttered to himself, Al nodded in a pretentious manner. This was one of the few things he could do well as an assistant.