Magical Studies at Hogwarts

"I thought you would tell her, Mr. Stride."

Dumbledore's figure suddenly appeared next to him, his eyes glanced at Lockhart lying on the ground, and his tone was a little subtle: "It looks like I'm going to start looking for a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor again."

Ike ignored Dumbledore's thoughts and lightly tapped Hermione's forehead with his finger, and Hermione immediately fell into a deep sleep. He waved his wand with his right hand gently, and the ground rose up and turned into a bed.

It was very simple, and enough for Hermione to lie down for a while.

"This is my trouble." Ike carefully put Hermione on the bed, "As you said, others can't give me direct help."

With a sigh, Ike withdrew his gaze from Hermione. He put away his wand, folded his hands in front of him, and said calmly: "If I'm not wrong, all of this is what you expected, right?

Professor Dumbledore."

"Unfortunately, not really." Dumbledore shook his head, "No one can have everything in his hands."

"After all, things are done by people, and people are the most complex in the world."

"It's as great as magic, and you can't really see a person clearly..."

"However, I believe that people who like piles of cockroaches will always find a way forward in the fog." Dumbledore suddenly took out a paper bag, grabbed a lively pile of cockroaches from it and handed it to Ike, "A candy

, which can best comfort the warriors after the war."

Ike nodded thoughtfully, with a smile on his face. He reached out to take it and threw it into his mouth. The next moment, the rich chocolate syrup exploded in his mouth, and his eyes narrowed unconsciously.

"What a pity, there is no milk." Dumbledore also narrowed his eyes, "Maybe we can go to the Hogwarts kitchen to find some."

"Of course, professor..."

...

On the morning of June 2nd, the moment Dumbledore announced the end of martial law, loud cheers rang out from the auditorium. At this moment, no matter which college or grade, everyone was shouting excitedly and wantonly.

Letting out the negative emotions that have been accumulated for so long.

Stuart waved the Ravenclaw scarf in his hand crazily and shouted loudly to Ike on the side: "It's over! Ike! It's over!"

"Yes, yes, calm down... forget it..." Ike also wanted Stuart to calm down a little, but seeing the even more excessive behavior of Gryffindor next door, he suddenly felt that Stuart's behavior was okay.

These are the clothes that the little eagles are still wearing, and have not been thrown on the Slytherin table.

"Okay, okay, gentlemen and ladies..." Dumbledore said with a smile, and pressed down gently with his hands in the air, but it had no effect at all. He looked helplessly at the cold professor on the chair.

Professor McGonagall shrugged mischievously.

"Quiet!"

No one dared not listen to Professor McGonagall's words. He just gave an understatement, glanced around from left to right, and nodded with satisfaction, which could be heard in the auditorium.

"Ahem..." Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued, "I'm very happy to see that your faces are filled with youthful vitality again. This is good. It makes me think that you have a strong enough heart to accept it.

What I’m going to announce next…”

"Yes, that's right, you need to prepare for the final exam!"

"To be honest, I was already planning to cancel..."

"No!"

Before Dumbledore finished speaking, a scream rang out out of thin air, and the auditorium immediately burst into mourning. The young wizards had never hated their originally amiable principal as much as they did now.

"There is good news..." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Considering the martial law for more than a month, we decided to postpone the exam for a week, that is, we will not start taking the first subject until June 7."

"So unfortunately, everyone's holiday is missing a week. At the same time, because we really don't have much time left, this year's Quidditch competition will be completely suspended..."

Perhaps knowing that this news would cause complaints from the young wizards, Dumbledore turned around and returned to his seat as soon as he finished speaking. As he expected, the young wizards started screaming even louder.

Compared with exams, the shortened vacation is more painful.

But that is next week after all, and the top priority is to solve the imminent final exam.

Joy after the lockdown is lifted?

What is that!

The eaglets are not worried about the final exam. Even if the first position in the grade has not been occupied by Ravenclaw for a long time, it just means that the god of learning is not in the Eagle Academy.

When it comes to average grades, Ravenclaw is the best at Hogwarts.

Of course, it's always good if you can get first in your grade.

So Ike is still under a lot of pressure.

Without flying lessons, everyone thought he would have a chance with Gryffindor's "Miss Know-It-All."

This is indeed the case. With a slight lead, Ike pulled down Hermione, who had just been on the top spot for a year, thanks to his excellent spellcasting ability.

If we only look at the theory test, there is no difference between the scores of the two.

On the evening of June 20, the auditorium once again held its annual "Farewell Dinner". Blue flags were hung in every corner of the auditorium, and the faces of the little eagles were full of smiles.

This is almost expected. With Quidditch not restarting, the Ravenclaws have no opponents at all.

After all, the main culprit that has restricted the Eaglets from winning the Academy Cup in recent years is Quidditch.

Professor Flitwick is very happy. This is the second time Ravenclaw has won the Academy Cup in the past ten years. Except for Gryffindor's "sudden rise" last year, this trophy could almost be called the "Slytherin Cup". If

It's not that the Eagles won the championship heroically in 1984-85. Based on the results in the past ten years, the Academy Cup really needs to be renamed.

However, compared to the other excited eaglets, Ike seemed a little quiet. He still felt that this was a "compromise" by the professors.

After all, no matter what, I killed one of Comrade Lao Fu's Horcruxes this year, and added an entire basilisk to Professor Snape's private collection.

If you lose your conscience and face, you can definitely be called the "Savior of the British Magical World".

Glancing at the useless notepad system in his mind, Ike couldn't help but glance at his mouth.

Unsurprisingly, there are no changes.

But it was not without any changes. A newly added skill still made Ike lament that all his life and death over the past year had not been in vain. Compared with it, whether he is a so-called "savior" is nothing.

Patronus Charm lv1 has been learned!

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Missing persons return~

After going through the pain of getting engaged, falling out of love, reorganizing the unit, and starting a new job, I can finally resume updating~