Defense Against the Dark Arts exam on Thursday.

This course, which had a rough fate at Hogwarts, was actually the exam that the young wizards of this class were most confident about.

Whether it was the written test or the practical test, the atmosphere was very relaxed when the participating young wizards came out of the auditorium, and there was even laughter from the Gryffindor side.

Scrimgeour was not an examiner, but as the head of the Auror Office, he would come every year to examine and inspect every student.

Not many students are qualified to become Aurors every year.

This year is an exception.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, these are the students he has already met and confirmed to be excellent. Although other students are still far behind Hermione, Ron, and Neville, how many students like Hermione and Neville can be produced in a year?

This group of students is much better than last year's class.

He started asking one by one.

The result also made him very happy. Most of the Gryffindors were willing to become Aurors, and many of the Hufflepuffs also had this idea. Although... the ones he favored the most, such as the Ravenclaw prefect and the Hufflepuff prefect, had no intention of becoming Aurors.

Why are outstanding students unwilling to become Aurors?

Scrimgeour howled at the Black Lake, and the murloc sprayed the lake's clear water all over his face.

Exams for some elective courses start on Friday.

This day is the Ancient Runes day. Except for those students who have chosen to take this course or take the exam for this course, the other young wizards finally have a short break, which lasts for a total of three days including the weekend.

Hufflepuff was encouraged by Gryffindor to drink heavily at the Three Broomsticks.

After all, they will face Potions class next Monday.

The theory in Potions was just as difficult as the written exam in Herbology.

The young wizards were very desperate about this before the exam.

But when they really picked up the quill and sat down at the table, and looked at the test questions, they were surprised to find that they still remembered many of them.

As soon as they saw these questions, Professor Snape's kind voice rang in their ears.

"Mr. Longbottom, has the troll played with your brain again? Why didn't you wait until it was fully heated before adding the porcupine quills? You're going to blow up a cauldron again. Is the Longbottom family still so rich?"

"Why don't you raise your noble forelimbs and write down what Mr. Potter said? And, Mr. Potter, five points from Gryffindor."

"Mr. Potter, deduct five points! Why did you stop Mr. Longbottom from adding the coprolites? Wouldn't it be better to watch him get mad again and send himself to the school infirmary? And Mr. Longbottom, deduct five points. I remember I said it very clearly, wait until the mandrake juice dyes the potion completely before adding the coprolites!"

"Mr. Potter, five points deducted!"

oh……

No, the last sentence has nothing to do with the exam.

After the exam, the young wizards walked out of the auditorium with complicated expressions.

All I could hear in my mind was Professor Snape's gentle whisper calling "Mr. Potter, Mr. Longbottom", followed by the voice of "Five points from Gryffindor".

"I think Professor Snape deducted at least a thousand points from us." Outside the auditorium, Ron picked at his fingers, "Oh my God, when I was taking the exam, all I could think about was Professor Snape deducting points, deducting points, deducting points..."

Hermione winked at him suggestively.

Ron still looked down, concentrating on complaining: "And Neville."

"He's so pitiful. He's better now. Neville was really bullied before..."

Snape interrupted him with a whisper: "Really? It seems that Mr. Weasley is very dissatisfied with his Potions professor?"

Ron froze.

He turned his head stiffly like a robot and saw the marble-like, greasy face. He forced a smile: "Professor Snape, I don't..."

"Owls, you can think of all these fancy things during the exam. I don't have high hopes for your results." Snape sneered, raised his right hand, pressed Ron's head, and shook it. "You grew so big for nothing, but it's empty inside, with nothing at all?"

"Ten points to Gryffindor!"

"Mr. Weasley, being cautious in what you say and do is a rare virtue among humans. You must learn this well."

Ron lowered his head: "Yes, Professor Snape."

Snape glanced at Harry, then quickly shifted his gaze to Neville not far away.

Neville mustered up his courage, not panicking at all, and looked him in the eye calmly.

Neville has changed a lot this year.

The most obvious thing was that in Potions class, he was no longer afraid of Snape, or in other words, he could accept his imperfections calmly. If he made a mistake or was scolded, he would endure it quietly and improve himself according to Professor Snape's criticism - this was very useful, not to say that his talent in Potions class was revealed, but that Snape no longer scolded him as harshly as before.

"It seems that you are all a little lax." Snape snorted coldly, "I have to emphasize again that only if you get an O will you be eligible to continue to take my course in the sixth grade."

He flicked his sleeves and turned away.

The left arm was always hidden under the robe.

At the Care of Magical Creatures exam on Tuesday, the examiner was a short, gray-haired man with beautiful curlers and freckles on his face. He was not good at speaking and was cautious when greeting the little wizards, but he got along well with Hagrid and used the same name for those dangerous magical creatures: "little cuties."

None of the younger wizards looked down on him because of his appearance.

They are already in fifth grade, not the kind of young wizards who have just entered school and are ignorant of the world. They have taken three years of Care of Magical Creatures classes. They know very well how rare it is for a master of magical creatures to still retain all his limbs and not suffer many injuries at such an old age and with such rich life experience.

Not everyone is as blessed as Hagrid.

He is a hybrid giant!

Most people aren't that thick-skinned.

Professor Scamander was much more passionate inside than he looked on the outside, and whether it was a written test or a practical, he would tiptoe behind the little wizards, carefully examining their answers and behaviors, and even coughed secretly a few times to give some reminders that would not affect their overall scores.

Of course…most of the time, the young wizard felt puzzled and concerned about his body, and was unaware of his intentions.

Astronomy and fortune-telling are taken together.

Astronomy is not a big problem as long as you memorize the star map.

Divination gives many young wizards a headache, and they have to rack their brains to think about how to make it up.

Some people even said the outrageous statement that they should have died last month.

At night, they need to draw a star map by themselves.

Many young wizards are not good at painting.

Ron confused Mars and Venus more than once. Fortunately, he knew the star map very well by heart, and during the final check, he managed to place the stars in the correct positions. However, the invigilator kept shaking his head, so Ron might be in danger in this course.

The last subject of Owls' exam was History of Magic.

This is the least popular subject among all the exams.

Not that it's difficult.

But this exam requires a lot of spelling, and they don’t know many of the words.

Wait until the exam is over.

Neville grabbed Ron and said, "Damn it! Why doesn't the question about what happened to the goblins over the past few hundred years spell out the word 'rebellion'? Do we have to write it ourselves?"

"I just remember it starts with "in"?"

Seamus chuckled. "Why not war? That's easy to spell. Only three letters."

"War and rebellion are two different things." Hermione stressed expressionlessly, "If you write about war instead of rebellion, you will be deducted points."

Seamus was startled.

Ron spelled out the word "rebellion" smoothly.

"Ron, how could you!" Neville looked at Ron in disbelief, with an expression that said "you betrayed us" on his face.

Ron smiled wryly: "Last year, Professor Granger and Professor Potter forced me to study grammar. Do you know the dictionary?"

"This thick!" He gestured, about the height of a fist, "It took me half a year to memorize it all."

"Same with Hagrid. He carried it too."

“Now there are hardly any words I can’t spell.”

He pulled his hair and said, "I feel like it's totally fine for me to go to an ordinary university now."

"Well, Mr. Weasley, question," Hermione began. "Suppose the Hogwarts Express is two hundred inches long. If it travels through a two hundred-inch long tunnel at a speed of ten inches per second, how many seconds will it take from the front of the train entering the tunnel to the rear of the train leaving the tunnel?"

A very simple elementary school arithmetic problem.

Ron's eyes widened after hearing this. After a while, he stammered, "Hermione, your question is impossible. How can the Hogwarts Express be only two hundred inches long?"

"That's why I said if." Hermione shook her head.

Ron coughed twice and said, "We are wizards. We don't need the knowledge of ordinary people. Let's discuss the goblin rebellion. How many times have they rebelled in the past three hundred years?"

"I didn't feel anything before. I always felt that they rebelled frequently."

"My grandmother once said that goblins are never peaceful creatures." Neville muttered.

History of Magic is the last exam for most young wizards.

A few people also have a course called "Muggle Studies" or "Arithmancy".

Of course Hermione did not miss either exam.

Friday dinner.

The auditorium changed from a classroom-specific decor full of "owls" to an auditorium layout with four long tables.

The fifth-year wizards sang loudly, celebrating that they had finally escaped from the sea of ​​suffering of the owls.

The sixth and seventh graders looked at them with compassion.

They thought they had just left hell, but in fact they were just moving from a relatively easy hell to a harsher and colder hell.

Although most people will have fewer exams to take by the time they reach seventh grade, the NEWTS exam is not any easier than the OWLS exam.