After leaving the headmaster's office, Kyle returned to his cabin, not knowing what Professor McGonagall and Bones had said.

But they stayed in the headmaster's office for a long time. It was not until curfew that Bones and Kingsley left Hogwarts in a hurry, as if they were in a hurry for something.

As for what happened in the meantime, Professor McGonagall didn't say, and Kyle didn't ask, but what is certain is that they should be able to live a peaceful life for a while.

But for students, none of this matters.

Exam week at Hogwarts has always been the best time for learning. No matter where you go, you can see students mumbling to themselves.

At this time, professors would explicitly forbid students to carry wands outside the classroom to avoid being hit by all kinds of messy spells and delaying the exam.

Even Kyle was busy as people came to him every day to ask questions about ancient runes.

Among them, Hermione is the main force and basically appears at the door of his cabin on time every day.

"The worst thing Professor McGonagall ever did was to tell Hermione the correct route to the alchemical mist."

After finally sending Hermione away again, Kyle complained to Hagrid somewhat helplessly.

Hermione couldn't get in before, because the Alchemical Mist not only contains knowledge of ancient runes, but also alchemy. Hermione's knowledge reserves in this area are almost zero, and it is impossible for her to find the right direction.

But by coincidence, one day she met Professor McGonagall who was also looking for Kyle. Hermione just said that she was looking for Kyle to ask questions, and she was brought in smoothly.

"Hermione is really smart. She can remember the correct route after just walking it once." Hagrid said with a smile: "I still haven't remembered it completely."

"That's not the point." Kyle sighed. "Didn't you notice? The closer the exam is, the more impatient she becomes. I've told her several times that those questions are not in the scope of the NEWT exam at all, but she doesn't listen at all."

"Oh, you are talking about me..." Hagrid looked at Kyle in surprise, "Sorry, I mean, you really act like a professor now."

"Why, wasn't I like that before?"

"…Do you really want to hear it?"

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask." Kyle shook his head decisively, "I'm getting paid, so of course I have to do some work."

"Let's continue talking about Hermione. It's best if you can talk to her as a friend and let her relax as much as possible and not be so nervous.

"During the NEWT exam last year, someone was so nervous that he mispronounced the bird spell and conjured up hundreds of tits."

"What's wrong?" Hagrid blinked. "They are all birds, so there shouldn't be any problem. And hundreds of them... This achievement is better than many people."

"But that was a Transfiguration exam, not a Charms exam." Kyle shrugged, "And because of the spell, the tits all had diarrhea... Can you imagine what it would be like if it rained in the classroom?

"That classroom is still empty today, and no professor is willing to use it."

Hagrid paused.

Although he often brought back some manure and spread it on the pumpkin field, he couldn't help rubbing his arms when he thought of the manure falling like rain.

So cruel...that little wizard.

However, the wizards in the Examination Administration Bureau are basically no younger than eighty years old. They have been in charge of countless examinations and are knowledgeable and experienced. They should be able to withstand it... right.

Hagrid thought to himself.

"It's just a NEWT test, not a campaign for minister." Kyle continued, "And even if you want to run for minister, you don't have to get twelve certificates."

"I can only try." Hagrid glanced in the direction of the castle.

After hearing what Kyle said, he also felt that it would be better to talk to Hermione.

It would be bad if she got nervous and caused the spell to go wrong.

"I think you should ask Harry and Ron to do this." Hagrid pushed open the door and walked towards the castle. "They and Hermione are best friends."

Kyle shrugged and said nothing.

Of course he knew, but he was just too lazy to run.

Moreover, Hagrid has been staying in the garden for several days. Even Yaya was fed by Kyle, and Kyle also found a reason to let him go out for a walk.

…

By the time of dinner, the people from the Wizarding Examinations Authority had arrived, and Professor Marchbank was still walking in front.

Previously it had been Dumbledore who had risen to greet her, but this time it was Professor McGonagall who rose.

As if he had thought of this, Machiban looked a little sad and sighed softly.

Kyle glanced at the crowd and was surprised to find that the two old wizards who were in charge of Mikel's Transfiguration exam last year were still in the team this year.

It's just that their faces don't look very good. They seem to be more nervous than the students around them. Their hands are in their pockets, as if they are always holding their wands, ready to deal with any emergencies around them at any time.

Fortunately, Mikel has graduated.

At this time, Professor Marchbank just came over.

Kyle and the other professors all stood up.

"It's surprising that you're already a professor." Marchbank stopped in front of Kyle. "It's rare for someone to be a professor right after graduation, but I'm not surprised that you're qualified."

"Thank you," Kyle said.

Marchban shook his head and glanced at Kyle again.

After arriving here this time, she suddenly felt that Kyle looked very familiar, as if she had seen him a long time ago, but she couldn't tell exactly when.

In short, it was a long time ago, much earlier than Kyle entered school.

But this is impossible. At that time, not to mention Kyle, even Chris and Diana were not born yet.

Marchben shook his head and soon dismissed the incident as just another student he had met before who looked very similar to Kyle.

After all, she has been in charge of the Hogwarts exams for a whole century. She comes here every year and has met countless young wizards.

It's normal to occasionally misremember someone's appearance.

"Thank you for your hard work, Minerva." Marchbank sat down next to Professor McGonagall.

"But I think you're the only one who can restore order to Hogwarts so quickly."

Professor McGonagall shook her head. "I just did what I was supposed to do."

"To be honest, there was a time when I even thought I would not come to Hogwarts this year."

Marchbank cut a small piece of fried pork chop and put it into his mouth, "You are really amazing. You let Voldemort know that there is more than just Albus in Hogwarts.

"Forgive me for not coming to help, they shut off the fireplace in my house and won't let me leave the office, those damned..."

Marchbanks suddenly burst into a swearing rant without caring about her image, not only cursing the Death Eaters, but also the strikers who had prevented her from coming to Hogwarts to participate in the war.

Professor McGonagall was a little amused and shook her head. She had known Marchbank for so long, but she didn't expect her to still have a bad temper.

But to be honest, if she was the striker of the Ministry of Magic, she would not let an old wizard over a hundred years old go to the battlefield... Dumbledore does not count.

After cursing for a while, Marchben finally calmed down and looked to the left of Professor McGonagall.

"And I've heard about Severus, too. Is he really Albus's man?"

"Yes, I have asked Albus's portrait, and he told me so himself."

Machiban was a little stunned, and after a moment's silence, he shook his head.

"I never expected this... This is the first time I've misjudged him... I've always thought he was a deep-minded person who didn't fit in with everyone..."

"Yes." Professor McGonagall nodded, "No one knows what he is doing except Albus."

"Wait until the second hearing is over." Professor McGonagall thought for a moment and said, "If Severus is willing, I would certainly like him to continue to be a professor at Hogwarts."

"Yes, that's a wise choice." Marchbank nodded. "When he was the Potions professor, students' grades were better than now..."

Marchbank suddenly paused, and glanced at Slughorn not far away, intentionally or unintentionally.

However, Slughorn was enjoying a piece of steak and didn't notice what they were saying.

Marchban looked away and continued as if nothing had happened: "…I mean, he's a very good professor."

"I think so too." Professor McGonagall also breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew what Marchben wanted to say just now, and Kyle knew it too.

Probably when Snape was the Potions professor, students' grades were generally better than they are now.

This is not difficult to understand. Although Snape is biased, unenthusiastic, and lacks professional ethics... his professional ability is indeed strong.

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The steps he taught students in class were all improved by him.

It’s not that Slughorn was a bad teacher, but just look at Harry and you’ll know that with just a notebook, he went from being a poor student in Potions who knew nothing about it to an excellent student who surpassed Hermione.

What Snape taught in class was a more complete version... Maybe the students didn't think there was anything wrong with it at the time, but when it came to the exam, the more concise process showed its advantages.

However, it was not a good idea to say such things in front of Slughorn.

After that, neither Marchbank nor Professor McGonagall mentioned the matter again, and they changed the subject tacitly.

Meanwhile, the students below were chattering away.

But unlike the relatively relaxed atmosphere in the teachers' seats, they were much more nervous.

Although the exam has not started yet, they still subconsciously feel nervous when they see the people from the Wizarding Examination Authority.

"No, I still have a lot of History of Magic to memorize..." Hermione's hands turned white. She didn't even eat a bite of the food in front of her and was about to get up and walk out.

"You memorized History of Magic by heart two days ago," Harry stopped her.

"That's the herb..."

"A Thousand Herbs and Ferns is in your bag, and you just finished reading it for the third time this morning."

"Advanced Magic Translation..."

"The ancient runes exam only covers the intermediate level... Kyle said so, and you were right next to me." Harry sighed and put down the half baked potato in his hand.

"Hermione, remember what Hagrid said? You're too nervous, and this might cause you to fail in the test. You should relax."

"Right." Ron nodded vigorously beside him, "Look, we're not nervous anymore. Let's sit down and have dinner quickly. The professors are all looking over here."

Hermione gave him an annoyed look.

Yeah, Ron and Harry weren't nervous at all, but that was something she really couldn't do.

This was not an ordinary exam, but NEWT, the most important graduation exam. Hermione didn't dare to think about what would happen if she didn't get a single certificate...

There was no way she could not be nervous.

Although she sat back down at Harry's urging, she just sat there, occasionally looking up at Professor Marchbank in the teacher's chair.

Soon, some students finished their meal and left their seats, and Hermione immediately stood up and left.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

But they separated in the hallway.

Hermione went to the library on the second floor, while Harry and Ron went to the hospital wing.

A few minutes later, when they came back, they had a thumb-sized bottle in their hands.

"Does this thing really work?" Ron asked nervously.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head.

"What if Hermione drinks it and can't get up tomorrow..."

"No, that's not possible." Harry frowned, "Madam Pomfrey gave it to me, so it should be fine."

The two were talking as they walked, not paying any attention to what was in front of them. At a corner, they bumped into a suit of armor with a thud.

Harry couldn't help but stumble and the bottle slipped out of his hand and fell.

"No……"

Less than an inch from the ground, the bottle suddenly stopped.

"Oh, thank God..." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing?"

Kyle, who happened to be passing by, raised his finger, grabbed the bottle and shook it.

The potion inside kept changing into different colors.

"Dreamless Sleeping Potion..." Kyle looked at the bottle, then at Harry and Ron.

"Are you guys suffering from insomnia?" There was some doubt in his tone.

It's normal to be so nervous that you can't sleep before an important exam, but it's not normal if that person is Harry and Ron.

They may suffer from insomnia for various reasons, such as playing wizard chess, wandering at night, or exploring a secret... but definitely not because of exams.

"It's Hermione." Ron stood up and explained, "Ginny said Hermione only slept for two hours these days."

"She's too nervous, so we want Hermione to get a good night's sleep." Harry also stood up and pointed to the bottle in Kyle's hand. "Madam Pomfrey said this is very effective for insomnia."

"It's just that we don't know if it will affect her exam tomorrow."

"If it's a dreamless sleeping potion, then it's totally fine." Kyle returned the bottle to Harry.

"Pour half of it into the hot cocoa, but don't move it or you'll wake her."

"Thank you, we got it." Harry nodded and left with Ron.

Kyle continued to walk out of the castle. As one of the professors, he would also need to help supervise the exam tomorrow.

"Is this the Hogwarts graduate? He doesn't even know about the Dreamless Sleeping Potion." A slow voice came from behind.

Kyle turned around subconsciously, and when he saw who was coming, he immediately grasped his wand.

"Don't be nervous. I just want to see what magic this school has that makes Albus willing to devote everything to it."

Grindelwald raised a finger to his lips.

"Promise me not to alert the others."

"Okay?"

…

(End of this chapter)