After the attack was resolved, Quidditch matches, which had been suspended for a long time, resumed.

But now there is less than a month left until the end of the semester. In order to save time, the upcoming games are almost back to back, and there will be at least three games every weekend.

Overall, the audience enjoyed the game very much, but the players were exhausted.

Especially Kyle.

The closer it got to the final exams, the more he regretted choosing twelve subjects. Although that was not his original intention, this statement failed to impress Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore.

He still had to memorize long sections of key points in the book for the exam, such as the formulas and meanings of arithmetic divination, as well as various common sense in Muggle life... Especially the latter, Kyle wasted most of his time on it.

Well, it was not until he got to know them more deeply that Kyle realized that the lifestyle of Muggles in the eyes of wizards was slightly different from what he remembered.

Just like the function of a yard. Kyle thought about playing, having afternoon tea, resting, chatting... but none of them were right.

It was not until he flipped through the book that he realized the correct answer was to mow the lawn.

My goodness, the purpose of building a yard is to mow the lawn...how much free time does that require?

And the most popular group activity, Kyle couldn't think of it anyway, the answer was watching TV...

Not only Kyle, but also Mikel, who even once suspected that he had been a fake Muggle for eleven years.

For the first time, Kyle wished the mandrake would take a while to mature, maybe until after the exams were over.

Sadly, Kheridibbaji was discharged from the hospital a few days later.

Even though she had been in the school hospital for several months and had hardly attended this course, the school still had no intention of canceling the exam.

Professor Bubaji had a full two weeks to prepare the exam papers for the students.

Mikel was so worried that he didn't eat for several days. He chose this course originally to make his transcript look better, but now it's good enough to get an A (pass), let alone a high score.

If the question was a little more tricky, perhaps he would get the first P (fail) in his Hogwarts career.

But putting that aside, the rest of the summer semester was a pleasant one.

Soon, on a sunny morning, exam week arrived.

For three whole days, Kyle kept running between the examination rooms...

During the Transfiguration exam, as soon as Kyle walked in, Professor McGonagall simply moved the teapot on the table to the side... The students were originally going to turn it into a turtle.

"That's too easy for you. Let's change the exam topic," she said. "I want you to write a paper on multiple deformations that is no less than five feet long."

Kyle was stunned for a moment. He thought Professor McGonagall would ask him to complete a more difficult transformation.

But writing the essay... Kyle didn't understand what this was on the exam.

Written test? But I took it yesterday.

"It's for Transfiguration Today."

Professor McGonagall quickly explained: "The editor of this magazine and I have been friends for many years. We correspond every month. She is very interested in the ideas you put forward in the Transfiguration Club.

So, I want you to strive for the Most Promising Newcomer Award of "Today's Transfiguration".

Almost all the masters of Transfiguration today are subscribing to this magazine. If you can leave your name on it, it will be very helpful for your future. "

"When to write it? Now?" Kyle's eyes lit up.

"Of course not. If you want to write an excellent paper, this amount of time is not enough..."

"Two months, that should be enough." Professor McGonagall said with a smile, "I will help you send the paper when the next semester starts. As for the current exams..."

She casually drew a circle on the report card, "Full marks!"

In addition to Transfiguration, Kyle also received full marks in the Charms exam. Professor Flitwick continued his straightforwardness from last year and did not waste any time on him at all.

And the following Care of Magical Creatures... Ancient Runes... Defense Against the Dark Arts... Kyle passed them all successfully.

However, there were also areas where I encountered trouble, namely Muggle Studies and Potions.

Needless to say, Muggle Studies was a double test of imagination and memory. Kyle kept writing until the last second before the end of the test.

But the Potions exam was different. Snape didn't even let Kyle into the classroom and directly stopped him outside.

"Professor, the exam is about to begin..." Kyle said.

He had reason to suspect that Snape wanted to prevent him from taking the exam in this way, and then give him a zero on the pretext of absence.

This is not impossible.

But Snape didn't care about that at all. He looked at him coldly and asked, "Tell me, what is that curse about!"

"Don't play dumb." Snape said word by word, "The pillar in the Chamber of Secrets that was almost cut open shouldn't have been done by Riddle!"

"Oh... you mean the Divine Sharpness Spell." Kyle suddenly realized, "That was taught to me by a senior student."

"to be honest!"

Snape looked gloomy and took out a small bottle and held it in his hand.

"Don't lie to me again, otherwise, I don't mind using some other means... You should know what this is."

"Veritaserum."

"That's right, truth serum..." Snape sneered, "Only two drops are needed to make you tell all your secrets."

"But professor, it is illegal to use truth serum privately." Kyle advised, "You must not commit crimes just because of your curiosity. Dementors can..."

"Bang!"

Snape narrowed his eyes and opened the bottle.

"Okay, I'll tell you."

Kyle sighed, "This is what a senior student taught me... Don't get excited, professor, just listen to me."

He blocked Snape's outstretched arm, "That was a sixth year... or at least a sixth year student. I picked up his copy of Advanced Potion Making."

Snape's face froze.

Kyle continued, “I only know that he is called the Half-Blood Prince, but I don’t know his real name, it’s not written in the book.

But I feel that a half-blood prince... should be a handsome boy. Of course, he could also be ugly... so I gave him this name to comfort myself."

Snape's face turned purple and the muscles in his cheeks kept trembling.

"Shut up..."

Kyle pretended not to hear and continued to talk to himself: "If you are interested in this half-blood prince, I can help you find out more about him.

You know, I’m quite popular in school, and I know quite a few senior students. They might know who would call themselves the Half-Blood King…”

"I said, shut up!" Snape growled.

The students in the classroom heard the noise and turned their heads to see what was happening.

"Turn your head away. Anyone who looks away again will not be allowed to take the test and will get zero points!"

Snape shouted to the classroom, then turned and glared at Kyle, saying through gritted teeth: "Where is that book?"

"Maybe in the dormitory, or maybe somewhere else." Kyle thought for a moment, "I can't quite remember."

"Then find it out and give it to me!"

"But professor, the exam..."

Snape's expression changed again. After hesitating for a moment, he said in a deep voice, "Tell me, what materials are needed to make a broad-spectrum antidote?"

"Bezoar, parasite berries, unicorn horns," Kyle blurted out.

"Very good, full marks." Snape gritted his teeth, "Now, go find that damn book for me!"

"Okay."

Kyle trotted out of the basement classroom, walked around outside, and then came back.

After all, he always carried the book "Advanced Potion Making" with him and never put it in the dormitory or classroom.

"Professor, guess what, I..."

"Give it to me!" Without waiting for Kyle to finish his words, Snape stretched out his hand and snatched the book away.

It was really a snatch, and the action was faster than Peeves. Kyle suddenly felt like he was feeding a long-browed tree monkey at Newt's place. The food he just took out disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Snape looked at the book "Advanced Potion Making" in his hand with complicated eyes, and said without raising his head: "You can go now."

"Professor, you know the Half-Blood Prince..."

"roll!"

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(End of this chapter)