Harry Potter Reborn

Chapter 117 Hermione who did bad things!

The morning of the exam.

The air seemed to freeze.

The faces of the classmates were full of tension, and everyone was in danger.

When I met Professor McGonagall in the corridor, the eyes behind the black glasses seemed more serious than usual.

With Harry's secret help, the fat little Neville, who had gradually become more confident, became nervous. He grabbed his clothes with his hands and made them wrinkled. He looked up and then lowered his head.

But from Harry's perspective, final exams were just that.

After all, he came from a mountain of books and a sea of ​​questions. How could these childish things make him a little nervous?

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The exam consists of both written and practical exercises.

The exam location was in a large classroom, where first-year students from four colleges in the school took the exam together, but in fact there were only about sixty people.

The weather is very hot today, and the classroom is even hotter.

The students are a little restless.

During the exam, the quills given out by the teacher were cast with an anti-cheating spell.

This makes many people look gloomy.

Charms class, Transfiguration class, Potions class, these all require questions.

In the practical class, Professor Flitwick asked his classmates to use magic spells to control a pineapple to dance across a table.

Professor McGonagall asked the students to turn a white mouse into a black pipe. The more realistic the pipe, the higher the score. Although several students turned out pipes, the color was not black at all. Unfortunately, they did not get it.

Full marks.

In that basement, Snape asked his classmates to prepare a pot of forgetting potion.

He stared at every classmate, and if he made the slightest mistake, he would be laughed at silently, and then write down his performance in his notebook.

Although he tried to influence Harry, Harry completed the task well without expression, but Harry probably only got a passing grade.

There are also herbal medicine, flying lessons...

There is no rush for exams. Sometimes I only take one course in one day.

All exams are completed within four or five days.

The last exam is the History of Magic exam.

Harry was grateful that his memory had become so good, otherwise he would have to surrender to such a boring course.

When Harry handed in the paper in advance, he noticed that all the students were looking out the window with silly faces, imagining that they were finally liberated. When the exam was over, they would rush out like crazy, and they could have fun in the school.

Let no one care about you for a week, and then prepare for a long vacation...

Harry looked at their absent-minded looks and felt that the History of Magic results would probably make Professor Binns angry to death. Oh, Professor Binns was dead long ago, he was a ghost.

Harry stood outside waiting for Hermione. He knew that a good student like Hermione would not hand in the paper in advance.

When the time was up, Professor Binns slowly announced that the time was up and he stopped writing and handed in the paper.

As expected, Harry heard a burst of cheers.

Then, dozens of people rushed out of the classroom.

Regardless of their results, at least each of them had an excited smile on their face.

Even Hermione, whose mind was several years more mature than her peers, had a blush on her face and was unbearably excited.

She squeezed away a few girls who wanted to take the opportunity to "bump into" Harry, and said happily: "I originally thought the history of magic would be difficult. You know, there are too many places to remember."

Harry knew that as top academics, they always like to review the exam content after taking exams. This is not to show off, but more like a kind of self-satisfaction. They don't need anyone to discuss it with them, as long as someone can talk about it.

So Harry did not interrupt her, but listened carefully to Hermione's childish words while heading to a place where he could rest.

They walked on the grass and down the slope to the lake.

There are several tall trees here, blocking the sun.

Harry lay comfortably on the grass, with the sunlight turning into fragments and falling down, and he felt a rare sense of relaxation.

This is how the first grade ends...

So he fell asleep.

As Hermione spoke, she had already said everything worth mentioning about the exam and was about to ask Harry what he thought.

Turning around, she saw Harry sleeping, and she suddenly whispered.

Looking at Harry's peaceful face, Hermione had a bold idea in her mind.

She looked around secretly, and saw an extra-large squid basking in the sun in the shallow water in the distance. The Weasley twins were playing with its tentacles and had no time to care about anything else.

Everyone else had their own things to do, and no one paid attention to her.

She lowered her head and kissed Harry on the face like a lightning bolt. Her face turned very red and she snickered inexplicably. Then she also lay on the ground and fell asleep unconsciously.

Harry woke up from a cold.

Open your eyes, your mind is as clear as ever.

Then I noticed that the sun had set halfway below the ground, the sky in the west was burning red, and the sky in the east was dim.

My arms are very cold and there are drops of water on my arms.

Unexpectedly, I slept all afternoon without realizing it.

And Hermione wasn't much better, because the outside temperature dropped, and she curled up in her sleep.

Harry woke up Hermione, who was still confused about where she was.

She rubbed her head and then remembered the reason.

So the two got up and returned to the academy, just in time for dinner.

The hall was filled with joy.

Along the way, Harry heard countless ways to play during the summer vacation, and Harry could only sigh that he knew how to play.

After dinner, on the way back to the dormitory.

Harry met Penello. Harry asked her about her O.W.LS exams. She smiled and said that she could get at least 9 distinctions. Her confident look was quite similar to Hermione's, Harry thought.

Then the two said good night to each other.

That night, Harry fell asleep during the discussion between Dean and the others. In the end, even the taciturn Neville joined in.

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