Rita explained aggrievedly: "It's not that I don't want to."

"They are very careful. They protect anything related to the mysterious man much more carefully than they protect these gossips."

"When I occasionally meet Death Eaters, I always cast several spells to protect myself at home."

She gritted her teeth when she said this.

Even if you play around, you won’t be so careful!

"They know you're a Ladybug Animagus." Harry glanced at her and then returned his gaze to the photo. "They seem to be wary of you."

Rita felt even more aggrieved.

"These photos are still usable," Harry picked out. "They're not completely useless."

Dumbledore looked over.

What Harry held in his hand were the photos that Rita had taken of the moments when the pure-blood families and the Death Eaters met.

"Go talk to Scrimgeour about this," Harry said softly.

Dumbledore smiled.

Rita took the photo.

"As for the rest..." Harry narrowed his eyes and was about to take out his wand.

Rita hurried ahead of him, raised her wand, and hugged these precious photos with a whoosh: "Mr. Potter, I still have some use for these. Maybe they can be used as some small surprises."

Harry said nothing.

She tentatively made a motion to put them away, and seeing that neither of them had any objection, she quickly stuffed them away and hid them.

"It seems that after the summer vacation, we have to go and collect the debt in person." Harry shook his head and stood up.

Dumbledore nodded. "How many Galleons do they owe you?"

Harry was startled, hesitated for a moment, and shook his head: "I forgot, but it's quite a lot."

He had never calculated how much patent fees the Potter shampoo generated in a year, but Hermione had noticed it. He could ask her for the bill when he returned.

They both looked at Rita.

Rita nodded and muttered, "I understand. I will tell Mr. Scrimgeour about this, too."

She sighed and left the office.

The ladybug's tiny body floated in the somewhat hot spring breeze, and she muttered to herself, how could she, the most famous gossip reporter in Great Britain, be reduced to running errands for others?

The end of the semester arrives.

This year, no one or any event interfered and the Quidditch Cup was held normally. Gryffindor won the trophy with an absolute advantage. The total points lost in several games did not exceed 100 points. Of course... the score was not very high either. The total points of the three games was just over 500.

Harry always solves games at an incredibly fast speed.

certainly……

Fifth graders have to face not only the long-awaited Quidditch Cup, but also the OWLS exams.

Teachers no longer assign them homework and spend every day trying to find ways to comfort them.

Sirius even had the idea of ​​organizing a surfing competition on the Black Lake. With Harry's magical level, he could easily create any waves they needed.

But he was severely scolded by Professor McGonagall.

I just thought he was becoming more mature, so why did he have such unrealistic ideas in his mind? Why not wait until the exams are over?

The whole Hogwarts couldn't help but feel anxious.

Only Gryffindor.

This college has the least anxious atmosphere.

Or rather... they have become accustomed to studying well under Hermione's guidance. Now that the OWLS exams are approaching, they find that the atmosphere of the upcoming exams does not seem to be much different from their usual study atmosphere. Although they are still anxious, they long for mother Hermione to review with them more every day.

Better than Ravenclaw, at least.

The young eagles were now all delirious.

Someone jumped from the Ravenclaw Tower in the middle of the night. Fortunately, the castle was protected by magic and the house elves found him in time. He only broke an arm. When he was sent to the school infirmary, he kept muttering, "Hey, hey, I'm a happy little eagle, happy little eagle!"

After careful inspection by Madam Pomfrey.

This is a side effect of taking too much of the Bafe brain stimulant.

The whole perception of people becomes distorted.

And Hufflepuff likes to squat next to the herb greenhouse, wearing a big bowler hat and muttering, "I am a little mushroom, I am a little mushroom."

When someone reminded him that you are not young anymore.

He immediately changed his words: "I am a big mushroom, I am a big mushroom."

Professor Sprout was not surprised by this, and judged that this was not a case of abuse of potions like Ravenclaw, but simply a mental breakdown. Every year before the OWLS exams, there would be some little badgers with a bad mentality.

The solution is also very simple.

When Sprout actually cultivated him as a mushroom, his illness was immediately cured - after all, no one really wants to be buried in a pile of dragon dung.

An exam that determines the first step in the lives of young wizards.

The OWLS exam will last for two weeks, with theory in the morning and practice in the afternoon. It has never had a sense of existence, and it is more like the astronomy class that provides little wizards with opportunities for night rendezvous. It is also included in the scope of the OWLS exam.

Hermione wasn't nervous at all.

It was just that every day she would drag Harry, Ron, and all those unimportant fifth-year Gryffindor students to review, from the most basic spells to extended applications. Everyone had to listen to the class carefully - except Harry, but Harry also had to sit next to Hermione to review, to give her a little sense of security.

Before the exam, the weather was very suitable, cloudy and rainy.

Monday, Charms exam.

The spells and theories for grades one to five are certainly not that difficult. Most of the theoretical questions only stay at a very basic level: "What is a certain spell?", "Describe the gestures and rhythm of chanting a spell."

But this still causes great trouble to many young wizards.

Being able to read but not being able to write is the situation of most young wizards. Not every college has a young wizard like Hermione who is enthusiastic and always looking for trouble, and whose mother forces them to learn grammar according to the same grade as students.

The practical classes in the afternoon are even simpler.

Levitation spell, color-changing spell, growth spell.

Professor Tofty, the invigilator, liked Potter very much and added a lot of test questions at the last minute, some of which were even spells that seventh graders would not even learn.

Finally, he asked Harry to cast the Patronus Charm for him.

"What a beautiful griffin." Professor Tofty couldn't help but stand up and reach out to touch the creature. The griffin snorted in his face, but he didn't get angry. He circled around it and said, "Well... there is no difference between it and a real griffin, except for the color. Many people's patronuses are not as detailed as yours."

"I'm over two hundred years old and have seen many patronuses of magical creatures. I dare say that except for Albus's patronus, which can be compared with yours, oh, and Grindelwald, I'm afraid no one's Patronus Charm can be better than yours."

He raised his head, his longing eyes moved away from the griffin and fell on Harry: "I see a young wizard growing up with even greater talent than Albus."

“It’s really my pleasure.”

"I've actually been able to witness a third legend in my lifetime."

"Filius, I really want to go back to Hogwarts to teach. It would be an honor to be Potter's professor."

Flitwick chuckled, "Of course, it's an honor!"

"It's a pity that Harry is not a Ravenclaw. A little wizard as sharp, smart and studious as him should be a natural Ravenclaw."

Professor Tofty shook his head: "No, I don't think so. Our Gryffindor should be the best house in the world and should have the best students. Even Albus is a Gryffindor, and Mr. Potter is also a Gryffindor. Isn't this as it should be?"

Flitwick pouted.

I forgot that this old man is also a Gryffindor.

"How about letting me go back to Hogwarts to teach for another two years?" Professor Tofty made the request with a serious look on his face.

Flitwick shook his head, "Perhaps you could consider Defense Against the Dark Arts next year."

Professor Tofty did not refuse the dreaded position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. Instead, he lowered his head and thought about whether becoming Harry's professor was worth the risk.

After the Charms exam, the most troublesome thing is Transfiguration.

Theoretically, it is much more complicated than spells, with various transformation rules and spell models.

In fact, many spells that are considered "magic spells" are actually Transfigurations, the most famous example being the Vanishing Spell.

The Vanishing Charm is a Transfiguration Charm, not a Hex.

Compared to the theory, the practical exam was a disaster.

The exam had to be interrupted for ten minutes when Hufflepuff's Hannah Abbott transformed a ferret into a flock of chirping flamingos.

There was also a Ravenclaw who was too nervous when using the Vanishing Charm. The ferret that should have disappeared not only did not disappear, but its body expanded more than twenty times. Its physiological structure did not support this, and it finally exploded into a ball of fireworks, making the invigilator and the candidate extremely embarrassed. The result is naturally imaginable.

The Ravenclaw left crying and went straight to the school infirmary.

Harry's performance has always been excellent.

The invigilator had been recommending him to learn Animagus, a seemingly useless spell, but after learning it, he would understand how much help it could have on the Transfiguration spell.

Harry smiled and nodded in agreement.

Wednesday was the Herbology exam. The theoretical content was lengthy and took two hours longer than the previous two exams. Even Harry finished all the answers an hour before the end of the exam. When the exam was over, there was a lot of complaints. Herbology was such an interesting class, so why was the exam so complicated and difficult?

Hermione was not as relaxed as she was after the first two exams, and she did not go over the answers with Harry.

She finished answering all the questions just before handing in the paper and didn't even have time to check them.

Neville rarely joins in on the discussion.

This made Hermione even more depressed. After a quick check of the answers to a few questions, she found that she had made three mistakes! It was dangerous not to get full marks, and it might even be dangerous to get an "O".

The practical exam in the afternoon seemed much simpler than the theoretical one.

The young wizards were very experienced in taking care of those magical plants. Sprout was a very good professor and, at least in terms of practice, he would never leave any young wizard behind.