Professor Hepp had a completely different look when facing fifth-year and seventh-year students.

He waved his wand and handed out papers to the students. These were the test papers for their last course.

Felix stood on the stage without saying a word, but a low pressure had already enveloped the young wizards.

They were all seventh-year students and had three years of "classmate friendship" with the professor, especially when they first entered school. Felix happened to be in the fifth grade that year.

What did he do in the fifth grade?

Well, it was just an invitation to a duel to a certain Shafik family, so these students witnessed someone's most brutal side as soon as they entered school, leaving serious psychological trauma.

In the eyes of the young and innocent first-year students, was that an invitation to a duel? That was a death notice! Or the kind that the whole family sent together.

Felix played with his wand, and seeing that the atmosphere was almost brewing, he finally spoke, "These are the results of your test in the last class. To be honest, I am a little disappointed, quite disappointed..."

"Marcus!"

Marcus Flint stood up tremblingly, "Professor... Professor." Felix may not remember him, but he clearly remembered Felix, because the "Shafik" was sitting next to him at that time.

As a pure blood, his father asked the senior to take care of him, but he ran into a big thunder just after the school started.

He still can't forget the look of the high-spirited senior collapsed on the ground.

Felix walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder, "Your grades are a little bit bad, do well in the future, I am optimistic about you."

"Yes... Professor."

What else can Marcus say, go back and study hard!

Felix is ​​very satisfied with the attitude of this Slytherin. After all, it is his own college, it is still very powerful.

"Let's start the class. There's a lot to cover today. I'll go quickly. You should finish these three papers after you go back."

"After all, your NEWTs exams are this year..."

...

Saturday, Gryffindor common room.

Percy looked tired. He had just finished a twelve-inch history of magic essay, "The History of the Development and Innovation of the Crucible", but he still had six subjects to do - he had chosen too many courses.

Damn it, if this goes on, he won't even have time for his date!

Hermione walked out of the girls' dormitory holding a big book and saw Harry and Ron gathered around a table, with seven or eight little wizards beside them, who seemed to be looking at something interesting.

She walked over and saw the Weasley twins there. In fact, they were using their wands to direct two magic puppets to dance.

She recognized the two puppets, which happened to be the two that Professor Hepp had shown in the open class.

Accompanied by silent music (that is, no music), a half-foot-tall man and woman hugged each other, dancing gracefully, and walking briskly on the table - this was their dance floor.

Lee Jordan was explaining the "plot": "So, the Fire Man and the Ice Woman fell in love, and this young couple became the object of everyone's envy. But the good times didn't last long, their ideologies had a serious conflict, so they just fought!"

Fred and George also cooperated with his explanation. Fred waved his wand first, and the Ice Woman kicked the Fire Man in the face.

"Oh! The Ice Woman got the first move and kicked the former lover two feet away. Did the vows of love disappear just like that?" Lee Jordan cried out in grief.

George was not to be outdone. He shook his wand again and again, and the Fire Man suddenly jumped up, punched the Ice Woman in the stomach, and then kicked her far away.

"Finally, the Fire Man no longer worried, love is not as good as the struggle of ideologies! He had to take action, he moved, he moved, he finally kicked! Beautiful!"

A little witch watching "Pooh".

Hermione was stunned on the side. You really know how to play, and there is a plot.

A few minutes later, the fire man took advantage of a wave of rapid punches and kicked out, but suddenly fell down in mid-air.

Then, the ice girl also stopped moving.

"No power, no power!" Dean Thomas, who grew up in the Muggle world, said incomprehensible words.

Fred and George grabbed the puppet and ran to the corner and began to re-engraving the ancient magic runes.

"Professor Hep is so nasty. After replenishing the magic runes, it can only be active for half an hour." Many young wizards denounced a professor.

The crowd dispersed, and Hermione and the other two found a seat again.

Hermione glanced at the twins in the distance, "Are they able to achieve this level?"

"It's nothing, many wizards have spent a lot of time on this." Ron explained, "Fred said that Cedric from Hufflepuff often gets up in the middle of the night to practice secretly, in order to win the exam before Halloween and get the mysterious prize." "

And many witches hold their magic puppets all day long."

Hermione nodded. This week, she could see little wizards holding magic puppets everywhere. "But, Fred's magic puppet is not this one, right?"

Ron said casually, "He borrowed it from Angelina to recreate the classic battle in the hall. But if you ask me, they are still a little bit short. I mean, they have just finished learning the first set of runes, and they need to master four sets, just like collecting Chocolate Frog cards, putting all the skills together to form a set..."

"Harry, you didn't train today?"

Harry made a bitter face, "The training is in the afternoon." Although it has only been two weeks, he is already a little overwhelmed.

Ron suddenly chuckled. He looked at Harry and Hermione and whispered, "It is said that Wood has been having a headache about how to write his ancient magic homework. Thanks to Professor Hep, Harry can spend a relaxing day." "

Is the homework difficult?" Hermione guessed.

"No," Ron held back his laughter, "but the sixth grade homework of this professor is not translation, but writing a 1,000-word composition, the name of which is "My Summer Vacation Life."

Hermione felt a sense of familiarity.

This style seemed to be very common when she was in elementary school...

Professor Hep is also a Muggle-born, and he really has a lot of life experience, Hermione thought.

The three were chatting when Percy suddenly stood up, quickly packed up his things, and left without looking back with his schoolbag on his back.

It's time to go on a date!

Looking at Percy's back, Harry was thoughtful, "He looks a little irritable."

Ron shrugged, "Percy has chosen too many courses. He passed 12 OWLs and wants to continue to choose 12 courses this year, but Professor McGonagall persuaded him to give up some of them."

The two of them were a little emotional, and then they all looked at Hermione. Is this what Hermione will look like in the future?

Hermione ignored the two and sat aside reading a book.

Harry looked at the "Ancient Rune History" in Hermione's hand and couldn't help asking her, "Didn't you pass the test? Why are you still reading this book?"

Hermione turned a page, "Professor Happ left a lot of comments on my paper, all of which are the places I need to pay attention to. Moreover, I find ancient runes quite interesting."

"Very interesting..."

The two poor students looked at each other. Every time they discussed learning problems with Hermione, they felt that the thing on their necks was a pumpkin planted by Hagrid in the field.

So they played wizard chess by themselves.

In the afternoon, Wood led the team members out of the common room. Harry wanted to ask about his ancient magic runes homework, but when he thought that even the end of the world could not stop his enthusiasm for training, he finally kept his mouth shut.

On the way, he met Colin Creevey. This clingy guy greeted him enthusiastically again, "Hello! Harry!" Harry weakly replied, "Hello to you, Colin."

He had already anticipated that the next training would inevitably be accompanied by countless flashes and shutter sounds.

In the castle, Ron was a little bored and could only do his homework.

He stared at the blank parchment for a long time, and finally folded a paper airplane with the paper. As a result, the paper airplane hit Neville's nose, making him scream in pain.

In the evening, after dinner, Hermione reported to Felix's office.