Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Just like the sorting ceremony, the order of taking the exam is also based on the first letter of the last name.

There is no doubt that Morgana, who chose "Arthur" as her last name, was ranked first.

The magical bloodline from the Middle Ages brought her not only the danger of having her body taken away, but also powerful talents. Among the first batch of people to go in and take the test, she was the first to complete the examiner's requirements.

"How is it, how do you feel?" Qiu asked with concern.

Morgana smiled easily: "It feels quite simple, and the examiners are also very nice."

After hearing her words, several Hufflepuffs who looked a little nervous around them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Please do not whisper to each other." Professor McGonagall's stern voice came, "Students who have completed the exam, please leave and do not disturb others."

Although she had only stayed at Hogwarts for more than a year, Morgana had already understood Professor McGonagall's character, so she could only shrug her shoulders and leave the auditorium honestly.

The number of people waiting in line to take the exam was getting smaller and smaller, and soon it was Glenn's turn.

When Professor Flitwick saw him coming in, he first cast a trusting look, then pointed to the examiner at the end of the room and said, "Go find Professor Marchbain, Ollivander, he is free now."

Glenn nodded and walked towards the witch who was obviously very old.

Her face was covered with wrinkles and her back was a bit stooped, making her look extremely thin, but Glenn did not dare to have any disrespectful thoughts. You must know that this inconspicuous-looking witch is not only a member of the Wizarding Examination Authority

The director is also one of the important elders of the Wizengamot. In terms of status and reputation, he is not weaker than Dumbledore.

"Hello, Professor Marchbank." Glenn bowed slightly respectfully before sitting down in front of her.

"You are..." She pushed up the round reading glasses on her nose and glanced at the notebook on the table, "Glenn Ollivander. It turns out he is a child of the Ollivander family. I heard that Dumbledore

Lido mentioned you, a very talented child."

Glenn smiled shyly and said humbly: "Thank you for your praise, Professor Marchban."

"Okay, kid, don't be formal." She put down the notebook in her hand, "Please use your wand to help float this goblet. About three feet is enough."

Glenn took out his wand, waved it, and the invisible magic power spread out. He gently lifted the goblet and hovered not far above the two people's heads.

"Oh?" Professor Marchban looked up and nodded slightly, "You have already mastered the silent spell in advance, right?"

Her expression seemed very satisfied, probably because she hadn't seen a student who had the courage to demonstrate the silent spell on the O..LS exam in several years.

"Yes, Professor." Glenn controlled the goblet to land gently, making almost no sound.

"Excellent performance." Professor Marchban made a few notes in his notebook and made several requests one after another, such as simple tasks such as making pumpkin seeds germinate.

There is no doubt that the difficulty of this kind of task is as simple as eating and drinking for Glenn. He greatly satisfied Professor Marchban with his impeccable magic control.

"I must admit that in my many years of experience as an examiner, you are one of the best candidates. Not even Dumbledore himself could have been better."

This was Glenn's final comment as she left the exam room.

Not only in the Charms class, but also in the Transfiguration practical exam the next day, Professor Todd Ford, who was in charge of supervising his exam, even said that Glenn's understanding of Transfiguration even surpassed his own.

For a respected old wizard, it is difficult to imagine what such an evaluation actually means.

The two weeks of exams was not a long time, and they soon ushered in the History of Magic exam, which was also the last subject of the entire o..ls exam.

The moment Professor McGonagall put away the exam papers, everyone couldn't help but cheer.

After more than half a tense semester, they were finally able to watch the last event of the Triwizard Tournament in a down-to-earth manner.

As for the exam results and elective courses for next semester, we should leave them until the summer vacation.

Go worry about it.

Of course, Qiu still couldn't relax. The pressure of the competition was even greater than o..ls. The exam had just ended, so she took Glenn to find an empty classroom and continued to practice the attacks and defenses that she had already learned by heart.

magic.

In fact, Qiu already knew about Harry and Voldemort's plan from Glenn, but she did not stop preparing for the final game.

Although she always looks gentle and gentle, she has a very strong character at heart, which can also be seen from her performance in the Quidditch match.

Failure is not unacceptable, but she is not willing to stop working hard for the game just because she is destined to fail to win the trophy.

On the day when the last project started, relatives of the warriors also came to Hogwarts.

During dinner time, Qiu's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and Bill, who had taken time off to be the audience, all appeared in the auditorium.

It is worth mentioning that Fleur did not sit at the Ravenclaw table as usual, but took her parents and Gabrielle to sit next to the Weasley family.

Although she was a dance partner with Cedric at the Yule Ball, they didn't seem to call each other. Instead, she was very interested in Bill, whom she had just met in the morning.

Mrs. Weasley sat next to Ron and asked him about his exams with a straight face.

Qiu's parents were in a happy mood. Mrs. Zhang was holding Qiu's hand at the moment, chatting with her about the secrets between mother and daughter, and whether she would look at Glenn with a smile.

Naturally, she couldn't hide what happened at the ball. Fortunately, Glenn had always left a good impression on her, so she naturally wouldn't raise any objections to their relationship.

Mr. Zhang, unable to interrupt the conversation between mother and daughter, could only sit across from Glenn, looking helpless, chatting with him.

There were also a few more seats on the faculty bench. In addition to the two regular referees, Bagman and Lockhart, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, also came in person and was sitting frowning with Dumbledore and

In the middle, Umbridge was chatting with Umbridge in a low voice.

During this entire year, he, the specially sent senior investigator, had no sense of presence and had almost no effect at all.

Crouch Jr., who was disguised as Mad-Eye Moody, was drinking the polyjuice potion from his carry-on flask, his head lowered and his expression unclear.

Glenn secretly looked at Dumbledore, and the old fox smiled and winked at him, indicating that everything was under control.

In fact, Lockhart came to Hogwarts two hours early today and chatted for a long time in the principal's office with Dumbledore, Glenn, and Rita Skeeter, who was allowed to report on the game again.

Everyone thought that the highlight of today was the last event of the Triwizard Tournament. However, the real competition would not officially begin until the end of the competition.