At dinner time in the evening, he walked into the hall with a group of elderly wizards and witches.

These sudden visitors immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding students.

"who are they?"

"I guess it's the examiner..."

"I know. That's Professor Marchbank... the most senior employee at the Wizarding Examinations Authority at the Ministry of Magic."

There was a buzz of discussion in the auditorium.

Kyle immediately looked at Dumbledore's hand...

Fortunately, although the hands were still dry and wrinkled, looking like straw wrapped in skin, they did not turn black, and there were no strange rings on the fingers.

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at the wizards who came with him.

Professor Tofty, an old wizard who walked with a trembling gait, looked the oldest, but was actually just over a hundred years old, which made him considered a youngster among the group. He invigilated Kyle's spells and herbs last year.

And Professor Marchbank, she doesn't seem to have changed much, or maybe there are already enough wrinkles on her face, like a layer of spider web, so even if there are two more, they won't be noticeable.

But she seemed to be in good condition and was chatting and laughing with Dumbledore.

"It's been a pleasant journey. We have been here many times before..." She looked at Dumbledore and said in a loud voice, "I heard that you wanted to compete with Cornelius for the position of Minister before, right?"

"I think you must have heard me wrongly," said Dumbledore. "My only wish is to be the headmaster of Hogwarts, and I don't have the energy to take on any other job now.

"Honestly, the school affairs alone are already a bit overwhelming for me. Sometimes I am even glad that I quit the International Confederation of Wizards... This decision allows me to sleep two more hours a day."

"Albus, you are still young, you can't always think about being lazy..." Professor Marchbank said dissatisfiedly.

The expressions of the people around him suddenly became wonderful.

Although there was nothing wrong with saying this considering Professor Marchbank was over 130 years old, most people still found it strange after hearing it, especially after seeing Dumbledore's gray beard. They were speechless and didn't know what to say.

"You are right." Dumbledore nodded repeatedly, "How about a cup of tea, or maybe you would like something to eat."

"Tea will be enough. We have already had it on the way..." said Professor Marchbank.

"good."

Dumbledore accompanied them to the staffroom.

The students in the hall were in an uproar. The presence of the Wizarding Examination Authority gave them an indescribable sense of crisis.

That night, no one got enough rest and wanted to seize every opportunity to review their lessons, which resulted in the lights in the college common room being on until the early morning.

The next morning, the first exams for fifth and seventh graders began.

While eating breakfast, Justin sat there holding a book, muttering to himself. Not far away, Susan and Hannah were asking each other questions about the contents of the "Standard Spells" to see if there were any mistakes in what they had memorized.

"What will you test on the first day?" Kyle walked over and sat down next to Cedric.

"Charms," ​​said Cedric.

The exam was approaching, and even Cedric looked very nervous. The jam he spread was almost thicker than the bread.

"Come on." After finishing breakfast, Kyle patted Cedric on the shoulder and went to class.

The sixth grade exams are a week later than the fifth and seventh grade exams, which allows everyone to finish their exams on the same day.

However, in order to prevent someone from cheating on behalf of the fifth-grade students, the professor kept a very strict eye on them and called their names three times in almost every class to ensure that no one left the classroom.

Especially for students with excellent grades like Kyle and Connor... After a whole Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall was almost sitting next to them.

After class, part of the corridor leading to the OWL examination room was directly blocked, and lines drawn with magic wands were added to the floor. Once someone crossed over, they would be able to know it at the first time and rush over.

In just one morning, three students were punished, each of them had 20 points deducted... If they were sixth grade students, the points deducted would be even higher, and they might even be put in solitary confinement.

In the following days, Kyle's treatment remained the same, and the professors would come to him specially in every class.

In order to make sure that Kyle was not transformed by someone else using the Polyjuice Potion, they will also assign a lot of tasks to check whether there has been any change in his magic level.

"They are the ones taking the exam, but why do I feel like I'm sitting in an exam room?" Kyle couldn't help but mutter after the last Transfiguration class on Friday.

During this week, he had to perform a large number of difficult spell demonstrations in class every day, almost reviewing all the knowledge he had learned before, some of which was not even in the textbook.

For example, in the Transfiguration class just now, Professor McGonagall asked him to demonstrate the three-stage Transfiguration magic. Even in the seventh grade, he only learned the second stage of Transfiguration.

"If I were a professor, I would do the same." Kanna glanced at him and said seriously, "To prevent you from secretly helping a fifth-year student take the OWL exam."

"Who can I help..." Kyle shrugged, "It can't be Harry and Ron, they can't afford my appearance fee."

"So you really want to go over and help." Kanna raised her eyebrows.

"How is that possible? I'm just talking."

Kyle shook his head. "Although Professor Marchbanks is quite old, her eyesight is still as sharp as ever, and she is very experienced. Even a Disguisemagus like Tonks can't fool her, not to mention Dumbledore. I would have to be crazy to help a fifth-year student cheat."

By the way, on the first day of the exam, Tonks had already returned to the Ministry of Magic, and another assistant teacher, Tycross, was unable to come as well, so Professor McGonagall had been teaching their Defense Against the Dark Arts class that week.

Originally, Snape wanted to take on this task, but Dumbledore seemed to disagree. Every time he saw Snape recently, he had a gloomy face, as if everyone owed him a hundred Galleons.

There are no exams on the weekend, so everyone is taking advantage of the time to review.

Kyle originally wanted to go find Dumbledore, but he didn't know whether the other party was avoiding him or had left the school again. He knocked on the door on the eighth floor for a long time but there was no response.

In addition, without the password, the gargoyle at the door of the principal's office refused to let him in no matter what. Kyle was so angry that he directly moved a painting from somewhere else and fixed it on its head with a permanent sticking spell.

"Come back, you vile thief, you filthy thief!"

Sir Cadogan, who was forced to move, yelled angrily, but Kyle pretended not to hear him and went straight downstairs to the Hufflepuff common room.

The learning atmosphere here can be said to be the best time of the year, with the sounds of reciting and reading echoing in every corner.

But there are always exceptions, like Mikel and Ryan, who sit in the corner playing Wizard chess.

"We are also reviewing." Mikel said confidently, "Because only when I play chess do I feel that my brain is active enough, and the sound of reciting around me will automatically come through my ears, which means we have also reviewed, right?"

Seeing his serious look, Kyle blinked... This way of reviewing is totally unheard of. It really broadens my horizons.

Finally, when Monday came, exams for other grades also began.

The theory part was as easy as ever. Kyle finished it in just twenty minutes, but he couldn't hand it in early and had to wait until the exam was over before leaving the classroom.

Next was the practical part. While Kyle was waiting in line to enter the examination room, he happened to see a group of fifth graders coming down from upstairs...it seemed that their exams were over.

When it was Kell's turn, Professor Flitwick simply glanced up and drew a large circle on the parchment.

"Okay, you passed." He smiled and said, "A week ago, I had given you all the test questions I could think of, but none of them stumped you, right?

"Okay, go call the next person in."

Kyle just walked around the classroom and then went out again.

There was also the Transfiguration exam in the afternoon. Professor McGonagall was more rigorous than Professor Flitwick. Although she gave Kyle a full score when he stepped into the classroom, she still asked Kyle to go through the formalities.

In the Potions exam held the next day, Kyle felt that there was nothing wrong with the broad-spectrum antidote he prepared, but he did not dare to guarantee that he would get a high score, because Snape had been looking at him coldly throughout the whole process.

It felt as if Kyle had stopped him from teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Wednesday was the exam for the Ancient Runes class. This class had the fewest students, less than ten. Professor Barbour sat there nodding her head, as if she was about to fall asleep, not caring at all if anyone was cheating.

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In fact, there is really no need for this, because the content she provided is not so easy to find even if you flip through the book openly. Instead of wasting time, it is better to guess an answer at random.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam, since both teaching assistants were unable to come to Hogwarts, the task of invigilating was taken over by someone from the Wizarding Examinations Authority.

She was a fat witch who always looked at them with a smile, but she caught three students who wanted to bring special magic props into the examination room at the first opportunity. One of them even hid the things under the sole of his shoe, but still couldn't escape.

"Your left foot is always so light when you walk, and there's obviously something hidden inside." She stood at the door and said with a smile, "You'd better take it out and throw it outside now. If you walk into the classroom, I will have to accuse you of cheating."

The student who was called blushed and ran to the next classroom with his head down.

The last exam was History of Magic. This had never changed in the past six years and had almost become a hallmark of Hogwarts.

As long as I can get through this most boring subject, it means the exam is over.

However, during the final History of Magic exam, an interesting thing happened.

According to the fifth-year students, Harry suddenly fainted during the exam and yelled something that no one could understand.

"Potter keeps saying stop... leave him alone... run..."

In the grounds outside the castle, Susan described in vivid detail what had happened in the History of Magic exam.

"He seemed to have fallen asleep and had a nightmare. Mr. Tofty wanted to take him to the school hospital, but Porter insisted that he was fine."

"I guess he must be under too much pressure." Hannah sighed, "I haven't been sleeping well recently, and I always dream that I got a zero on the test. That experience is really scary."

However, this matter did not attract much attention. Now that the exams were over, they were eager to welcome the two-month vacation. Not to mention Harry, even Voldemort could not take away their happiness.

But Kyle was different. After hearing about this, he immediately went to the principal's office on the eighth floor again.

The portrait on the gargoyle's head had disappeared. When it saw Kyle, it shrugged its shoulders as if mocking him.

Kyle narrowed his eyes and was thinking about whether to stick another toilet seat on its head when the gargoyle suddenly stood up and jumped to the side, revealing the passage behind it.

Kyle was stunned for a moment, but without thinking about anything else, he hurried over.

There seemed to be someone else in the principal's office. He could hear faint voices while walking up the spiral staircase.

By the time Kyle reached the oak door, the voices were clearer.

"Headmaster, I really saw it. Voldemort captured Sirius, and he was planning to steal something from the Department of Mysteries. I..."

"Calm down, Harry..." Dumbledore shook his head and interrupted him. "As far as I know, Sirius is currently solving the problem that Alastor encountered in another place. He has not been caught by Voldemort. He is safe."

"But..." Harry wanted to say something else.

But at this moment, Kyle just opened the door.

"Oh, I was just wondering when you would come." Dumbledore looked up and said, "To be honest, I don't like Sir Cadogan very much. He is a bit too rude. You can change the painting next time."

"I will." Kyle nodded.

"Well." Dumbledore looked at Harry again, "Harry, I think you should go walk around the grounds with your friends and enjoy the upcoming holiday. As I said just now, Sirius is safe.

"Also, don't forget why I asked you to learn Occlumency. Perhaps this is what Voldemort wanted you to see."

"Okay, goodbye then, Headmaster." Harry sighed helplessly and turned away.

After the oak door was closed, Kyle frowned and said, "Professor, hasn't Harry learned the brain-blocking technique? How can he still dream about those things?"

"I do not think he has taken the further course I suggested," said Dumbledore, "and the first steps in Occlumency are not particularly useful."

"So what he saw was fake?"

"It may be true." Dumbledore clicked his finger. "In fact, I have no way to contact Sirius and Alastor for the time being. I can only wait for their reply."

"Why not use Phoenix?" Kyle turned his head and glanced at Fox perched on the branch.

"First of all, you have to understand one thing, Kyle." Dumbledore shook his head, "The phoenix is ​​not a messenger. It can only send letters to places whose exact locations are already known. Most of the time, owls are more suitable for this job.

"So, what brings you here this time?"

Kyle originally wanted to ask about Harry's dream, but after hearing what Dumbledore said, he stopped talking about it. He asked instead, "Professor, I want to know what your signature is about!

"I'm just a sixth-grade student, why did you agree to let me work in the Ministry of Magic!"

"Oh, this." Dumbledore suddenly laughed, "You don't have to thank me, this is what I should do."

Kyle narrowed his eyes. Did his tone sound like thanks? "Besides, you will be in seventh grade next year. Working in the Ministry of Magic is also a good choice."

Dumbledore continued, "The conditions Fudge offered are very tempting. In two centuries, I have never heard of anyone becoming a senior ministerial assistant while still in school, and getting a full salary. You are the first.

As the principal, I had no reason to refuse. In addition, I also consulted Chris on this matter and he agreed. "

Kyle's mouth twitched. He didn't expect his father was involved in this matter. It turned out that he was the only one who was kept in the dark before the inauguration notice was posted.

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(End of this chapter)