But the game had already started, and Kyle, as the Chaser in the team, was here. Doesn't this mean...

"Sorry, Kyle." Hagrid said with some guilt, "It's all because of me that you missed the last game!"

"It doesn't matter..." Kyle waved his hand and said, "As long as Norbert is not discovered, it's fine. We are now more than 300 points ahead of the second place. Winning or losing is not that important. I'll just take it easy."

…

The two walked towards the Quidditch pitch one after the other.

Because of some force majeure that even magic couldn't explain, the game had just ended when they arrived.

Kyle glanced at the scoreboard.

170:70 Hufflepuff wins!

Although due to Kyle's absence, the weak Harris could not handle the whole thing alone and was no match for Slytherin, they still had Cedric.

As Kyle walked out of the tunnel, he saw Cedric standing on the court with his arms raised.

And between his fingers, a ray of golden light was faintly visible.

There was a deafening cheer from the stands, and everyone was celebrating Hufflepuff's early championship.

Five hundred and sixty points. This score was like a mountain standing between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and it was almost impossible to surpass.

Unless they fix the game.

Hagrid cheered along with the crowd.

Seeing Hufflepuff win, he felt much better.

Kyle came to the locker room alone.

He was originally still hesitating about how to explain to others why he suddenly left the team, but in the end no one asked.

They just patted Kyle on the shoulder in a friendly manner, just like usual.

"Don't worry about it." Harris came over and whispered, "We all know you must have more important things to do!"

Then he laughed twice more, "Be happy, we won!"

"That's right." Ferro also agreed with a smile: "Unless Gryffindor and Ravenclaw can score forty goals in the next game, this year's championship will definitely still be ours!"

This game is the last carnival before the exam.

That evening, the banquet in the Hufflepuff common room lasted until midnight.

Harris, who had previously boasted that he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, fell headfirst on the table and couldn't get up after finishing his third bottle of butterbeer.

Several senior Quidditch players stood up as if they were used to it, and carried him back to the dormitory with skillful movements.

Kyle looked at this scene and asked in confusion: "What happened to him?"

"Oh, drunk." Ferro said calmly.

"Can butterbeer make you drunk?" Kyle said in disbelief, "There can't be real beer in there."

He had always thought it was a drink similar to hot cocoa.

"Yes, but the beers are boiled beforehand to give them a little more flavor."

At this time, a freshman with pigtails said, "Someone in my family makes butter beer. I saw it with my own eyes."

"That's right, so if someone has a low alcohol tolerance, he will get drunk even if he drinks butterbeer." Ferro said with a smile: "Just like Harris, he can only drink two cups normally, and he can't drink more than one sip."

"I remember when he first went to Hogsmeade in third year, he fell asleep on the Three Broomsticks without any warning.

Ms. Rosmerta was horrified, she thought there was something wrong with her butterbeer.”

Kyle laughed dryly twice.

He can get drunk even with boiled beer, so with that alcohol tolerance...isn't it better to drink pumpkin juice?

…

After the carnival, what awaits them is still endless review.

As the exams got closer, the atmosphere in the castle became more and more tense. People no longer had time to think about Quidditch, and students could be seen memorizing their lessons almost everywhere they went.

The learning atmosphere at Hogwarts is at an all-time high.

Even Harry and Ron temporarily gave up investigating Snape and began to study hard in the library with Hermione.

The only difference was that Hermione was reviewing, while Harry and Ron were previewing.

In this tense atmosphere, exam week arrived quickly.

For Kyle, the second-grade exam was not difficult at all. He finished the written test in just over ten minutes.

But Professor McGonagall did not allow him to hand in the paper early, on the grounds of preventing him from passing the answers to others.

That's right, Professor McGonagall was unable to invigilate the senior exams again this year, which made her very dissatisfied after having been looking forward to it for a whole school year. She silently complained about Dumbledore several times in her heart.

She raised her head and looked around the classroom.

How should I put it? This year's students were a little too well-behaved. She only confiscated five cheating items before the exam, and the harvest was more than half of last year's.

This made Professor McGonagall even more disappointed.

Since she had nothing to do anyway, she simply came up behind Kyle and looked at his paper.

Many people noticed that Professor McGonagall's expression suddenly became serious, and she shook her head as she looked at it.

"Did Kyle not do well in the exam this time?"

People had different expressions, some were nervous, some were regretful, and some were excited...

But Kyle didn't care much about it, mainly because he couldn't see Professor McGonagall's expression from where he was.

I finally made it to the end of the written test, and the following practical work was much more enjoyable.

Professor Flitwick cast a spell on a pineapple and asked them to guess what the spell was and then restore the pineapple to its original state.

When it was Kyle's turn, he deliberately increased the difficulty.

The pineapple suddenly grew legs, then jumped off the table and ran quickly on the ground.

"You have three chances," Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "but you can only stand still."

The pineapple with legs is very flexible. Every time Kyle is about to cast a spell, it will immediately change direction.

The spell failed twice, and Kyle looked at Professor Flitwick helplessly.

No need to think, it must be him who did it.

But Professor Flitwick seemed to know nothing and smiled calmly, "There is only one last chance..."

"There's nothing I can do." Kyle took a deep breath, and then a layer of orange light lit up on his wand...

"Wait, wait..." Professor Flitwick's pupils shrank and he quickly stopped him.

"There's a Transfiguration exam going on next door, this spell will affect others."

"Then the exam..."

"You passed," said Professor Flitwick amusedly.

In fact, he had already given Kyle full marks, and what he said just now was just his personal bad taste.

…

(End of this chapter)