The weather in Hogwarts in June was sunny and warm, but for the young wizards in Hogwarts, June meant exams.

As the entire ancient magic system became more and more perfect, the corresponding assessment system also became more and more well-founded. Felix believed that the third and fourth grade students were still in the stage of training basic abilities and cultivating interests, so the assessment was not difficult, and it was not as one-sided as the senior grades, but took the approach of giving equal weight to theoretical magic and practical magic.

For example, this year's third grade theoretical exam content included not only the regular translation sentences, but also a one-foot composition written in ancient magic, with the title "A Memorable Day"; the practical exam was a recreational magic puppet performance. Students can choose one person to show their manipulation skills, or find a suitable partner to let the magic puppet fight brilliantly, or even form a drama team.

Felix deliberately arranged the third grade practical exam in the auditorium, and many students of other ages came to watch with great interest. Judging from the envious expressions of the first and second grade wizards present, he achieved part of his goal.

Snape asked him sourly if he wanted parents to vote for him in the "Most Charming Smile Award" of "Witch Weekly"?

"You reminded me, Severus." Felix smiled charmingly, and several professors beside him looked at him strangely.

A wonderful puppet duel had just ended on the circular arena in front of them. When the applause died down, Felix waved his hand, and the scorch marks, ice, and cracks on the field were all restored to their original state. The next second, six or seven students rushed up from the corner, holding various props and began to build the stage background.

It can be seen that the leader is a little Hufflepuff girl. "Eleanor?" a boy said nervously. The girl clenched her fist and waved it in the air twice, as if to encourage herself, and stood up and said loudly:

"Professor, we are going to perform 'Babbitty the Rabbit and Her Croaking Stump'."

Felix nodded at her, "Miss Branstone, you can start."

Eleanor Branstone cleared her throat and introduced the background of the story with emotion: "A long time ago, there was a foolish king who was very eager to have the power of magic. So the king sent out a capture team and posted notices in every town, but he had no idea that the washerwoman responsible for washing clothes in the palace was a witch..."

"That day, a charlatan appeared in the palace, claiming that he was the powerful wizard the king was looking for."

While she was talking, several young wizards were busy controlling the magic puppets to appear on stage. They were dressed in different theatrical costumes, including a paunchy king (who seemed to have cotton stuffed in his clothes), a funny-looking charlatan (who looked like Peeves), a white-haired washerwoman (holding a flattened toothpick in her hand), and some palace guards (replaced by chocolate frog cards and wizard cards).

"I need gold! And big, big rubies!" A boy imitated the charlatan's words vividly: "I also want to brew potions with silver goblets!" While saying this, he directed the characters in the plot to do somersaults.

Even the senior students watched with great interest. Harry heard that more than one classmate wanted to try it after the exam was over.

"These little brats are quite imaginative." Ron said carelessly.

"I hope you can be so confident tomorrow." Hermione said. They had just finished the spell exam and happily got a day of leisure to rest and adjust. Even though they had a Potions exam tomorrow, they all agreed to take some time out to relax their tense nerves.

Harry saw many familiar faces around him, and he guessed that these people had the same idea as them. He tried his best not to look at the figures of Dumbledore and Grindelwald in the crowd - he was still not used to it. Even Hermione was not very active in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"You let me read such childish things?" Grindelwald whispered.

"Don't say that, I just annotated The Tales of Beedle the Bard." Dumbledore said happily: "Sometimes I think Professor Dippet's decision is a bit hasty. Since the total ban on drama performances, the school has lost a major entertainment activity."

Grindelwald's expression became unpredictable, and his lips moved into a small voice.

"We almost read this book to pieces back then. After so long, what prompted you to do this? Or... Have you collected the three Deathly Hallows? The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the uncertain Invisibility Cloak... The clues I was tracking at the time ended at Godric's Hollow-" He suddenly stopped talking.

"It's the Deathly Hallows," Dumbledore corrected.

"The common conclusion of the "Lemon Trial Baking Products"?"

"I have always had doubts, but I compromised and accepted your statement at the time, blinded by false hope." Dumbledore also whispered, and they fell silent. Finally, the drama reached its climax. "

-You must erect a statue of Babbitty! In memory of your poor washerwoman, so that you will never forget your stupid behavior!" The little wizard pretending to be a tree stump said in a hoarse voice. Then a fat old rabbit jumped out of the stump, and after a puff of smoke, the washerwoman appeared. "

In this way, the statue of the washerwoman has been erected on the stump, and the stupid king has learned his lesson and never dared to persecute wizards in the kingdom again." Eleanor Branston ended the story with an excited ending. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and she bowed to her partner. The hall was filled with thunderous applause.

Dumbledore also applauded enthusiastically, and Grindelwald reluctantly clapped twice.

"I want to talk to you, Dumbledore..."

When the noise in the hall gradually subsided, Grindelwald continued in a low voice, "According to your philosophy, a one-man leader is likely to achieve strongman politics, two people are prone to split, and only three can maintain balance. Don't say that you have expectations for the current female minister, the boy opposite can crush her with just one finger."

Dumbledore raised his head and looked at the boy opposite - the slandered Felix had just finished grading the students, and seemed to notice that someone was observing him. He looked back along this line of sight and found that it was Dumbledore behind him and nodded expressionlessly.

"The next group will go on stage."

After the exam, everyone dispersed happily, talking and laughing all the way. At this time, Snape next to Felix and Grindelwald next to Dumbledore were gone, and the two gathered together.

"Regarding the transfer spell...are there any requirements?" Felix asked.

"Requirement." Dumbledore repeated softly. He looked at the bouncing Luna, the giggling Parvati sisters walking away, and Peeves who poked his head stealthily out of the ceiling. After a long while, he said:

"The subject must be unconscious, otherwise it will be difficult for him to pretend nothing happened... so we have to find a good time."

Felix pondered the meaning of these words twice.

"In short, knock him out? You do it or me?"

Dumbledore gave him a reproachful look.

"Oh, yes, we must not arouse suspicion, and we must make everything seem reasonable." Felix rolled his eyes and thought for a while in his heart, "I understand! When he leaves the school that day--" Grindelwald was knocked unconscious under the pretext of moving the place. When he woke up again, everything was over.

Dumbledore nodded with difficulty.

"During this time, I will keep giving him hope, and let him think that he can continue to stay in school."

...

The exams continued the next day. When the fourth-grade exams also came to an end, Felix had nothing to do for two consecutive days. He and Professor McGonagall received the examiners of the Wizarding Examinations Administration.

The leader of the Valley Hui was still Professor Marchbank. She had a hunched back and wrinkled face, but she was energetic and had an unusually loud voice.

The arrival of the examiner means that the leisurely days (not really) of the fifth and seventh years are finally over. They will have to take two weeks of intensive exams. In the words of the students who have experienced it, "It's a hellish day, but you finally see the hope of relief."

"Not really," Harry comforted the irritable Ginny, who was preparing for the OWLs exam, "The sixth-year courses are even more perverted, just look at Ron and you'll know--" Ginny turned her head to one side and couldn't help laughing out loud. Ron was staring at the Transfiguration class notes borrowed from Hermione with a frown on his face, and a few clear ink marks appeared on his face.

"If I also know Animagus, I don't have to worry," Ron said listlessly, "The theory is bad enough, and the practice is not good enough. I hope I can pass in the end." His words attracted a lot of echoes.

"The weather outside is so good, but we have to waste time on the exam. My eyes are going blind." Dean was also full of complaints.

At this time, Hermione walked in from outside. She had just finished the Arithmetic Divination exam, and the next exam was the same as theirs. "There's a stain on your face, Ron," she said cheerfully, pulling out Advanced Transfiguration from her schoolbag.

"Just leave it there. I'll remember to wash it off the next day," Ron muttered.

For the next few hours, Harry accompanied Ginny to review until late at night. She was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes, and went back to bed at Harry's persuasion. Soon Hermione left, and only a few lights were left in the common room. Ron stared at the Transfiguration notes for two minutes. When he found that he hadn't read a single word, he finally resigned himself to following Harry back to the dormitory.

He and Harry tiptoed to change into pajamas in the dark by the moonlight. At this time, Neville's muffled voice came from a corner of the room.

"Harry, Ron, do you know when Professor Bagshot will leave the school? I want to see him off."

Harry perked up, and he looked at the shadow where Ron was, and Ron's movements also stiffened. "Well -" Harry racked his brains to make up an excuse, and Ron suddenly said: "I'm so sorry, Neville, we don't know either."

"Oh, really. I was thinking..." Neville muttered a few vague words, turned over and went back to sleep.

Harry lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and found that he was not sleepy at all. His mind was full of the questions just now. Neville didn't know the identity of Professor Bagshot yet... Will this secret be kept? Neville didn't get an answer from them. He might ask the professor directly, or he might not... Maybe Neville wanted to give that person a surprise.

Harry knew why Neville was so concerned: only a few professors had privately invited him to their offices.

But that was the dark wizard Grindelwald.

Some memories seen in the Pensieve became part of the dream, which made his mind messy. Voldemort's figure also appeared from time to time, as if he mistook him for Dumbledore and Professor Happ, and cursed him in various ways. Harry had to use his tenacious will to convince himself that he had an exam tomorrow morning, and he had to sleep enough so that he would have the energy to recall those difficult Transfiguration theories.

The brain block began to work, and everything stopped. Harry yawned deeply and fell asleep.

"The next step is to set up a lot of anti-apparition spells?" At the same time, Felix, who was still working overtime, asked.

Dumbledore looked around the secret room with interest.

"Yes, that's the last step." He said.

This place is completely different from what it was before. They are now standing in a jungle. Some magic creatures pass by in front of them, and from time to time they look up at the two people and the huge Ouroboros above their heads. That's right

, Voldemort was transferred from classroom 7 to here. When Dumbledore came to Felix to discuss the location of the decisive battle, Felix immediately thought of this place. Salazar Slytherin used this place as a secret classroom and a place to study blood magic, and set up a lot of protective magic.

The most important thing is that it doesn't hurt to destroy it. Unlike classroom 7, which contains many professors' memories and two new people have moved in recently.

"The environment here is great," Dumbledore said admiringly, looking at the sky above and the surrounding entertainment venues, "But how did you come up with the idea of ​​transforming the Chamber of Secrets into an amusement park?"

Most wizards probably don't have this idea.

Felix shook his head.

"It was Tom Riddle who gave me the inspiration."

"Voldemort?" Dumbledore was slightly surprised, then came to his senses, "Is it another personality?"

"Well, when I found that Riddle inevitably realized that he was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin and started to investigate the location of the Chamber of Secrets, I simply invited him to join - many of the ideas here were thought of by him."

Three days later in the afternoon, the sixth grade ancient magic rune practical assessment was coming to an end.

Although these students knew the content of the exam more than a month in advance, they still had to complete their works within the specified time. For a full three hours, the students raced against time, and the closer it was to the end, the more cautious they became, for fear of accidentally messing up. When Hermione was the first to raise her hand and hand in a solidified firebird ornament, other students also finished their exams one after another. Their ideas were all kinds of strange, and many of them opened Felix's eyes.

Harry handed in a magic rune broom, which looked very decent, with seven floating circuits embedded in it, which not only allowed the broom to hang in the air, but also could bear a certain weight. However, when Harry sat on it to demonstrate, the middle of the broom immediately sank, and it looked more like a flying carpet cut into a strange shape than a broom. "Connection problem, Potter, don't underestimate the role of meaningless characters, they are responsible for communicating magic."

Ron handed in a wizard chess piece about a foot long, and he couldn't continue to compress the size of the chess piece. "It's still a connection problem, Weasley, but you must have put a lot of emotion into making it, which makes it look more lively."

Ron lowered his head and stared at the knight chess piece in his hand that was looking around. The knight's face looked very ferocious. He didn't know if the professor was speaking in a sarcastic way.

"Appearance is not one of the evaluation criteria." Felix said.

Many young wizards chose animals, which are more difficult to hide. After Susan Bones's little rabbit nimbly ran around them twice, she sneezed and fell apart. She opened her mouth, stunned, and her expression was about to cry.

"Good, Miss Bones, you need to pay attention to the details."

Susan breathed a sigh of relief, packed up her things and walked out of the classroom briskly.

"That's why I graded on the spot - I'm afraid I won't have time to take it back." Felix muttered in a low voice.

He is very foresighted and quick-witted. He always appears in front of the students who need it most, and strives to have a chance to see them for the last time when a series of accidents occur - such as peacocks throwing away their wings, flame slugs burning themselves and the table to ashes, and winged notebooks flying out of the window.

When the last student left the examination room, Felix's forehead was slightly sweaty. This was also a test for him.

...

That night, a group of people entered Hogsmeade. They came from the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards.