By the time of the final exam, the weather had become very sultry.

In the large classroom where Hogwarts candidates answer questions, it is even more sweltering.

Harry could even see that the air seemed to be distorted by the huge temperature difference.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, resisted the urge to light a sun tobacco, and picked up a new quill pen specially designed for exams.

The anti-cheating spell is engraved on it.

The theory test, for the Survival Four, was just a passing game.

Even Neville Longbottom, with the least solid knowledge, is sure to get an "O" (excellent).

After spending hours on parchment paper, the first thing Harry did when he walked out of the exam room was Mimi washing up a homemade cigarette.

After the theory test, there is the practical test.

Professor Flitwick, Charms teacher and Ravenclaw dean, walked them into the classroom one by one to see if the little wizards could tap a pineapple across a desk.

Harry walked out of the exam room and pouted: "No creativity."

Draco Malfoy said the same: "Without any challenges, I thought there would be any problems."

This level of magic tricks, they can do it when the small world is starving.

"It's okay, for the first grade, this level of difficulty is enough."

Hermione gave a fair assessment.

After all, not all the young wizards who have just entered the school have a unique growth experience like the four of them.

The actual combat test is not only these.

In Professor McGonagall's transformation test, they were asked to turn a rat into a snuff box.

In the Transfiguration exam, Neville performed best.

Perhaps because of his delicate mind, the snuff box he conjured was lifelike, gilt and silver, and every watermark and logo seemed to be engraved by a laser knife.

Precise and elegant.

In fact, it fits Neville's appearance very well.

Now he is no longer the little fat man when he first entered the school.

Neville, who still loves food, takes a lot of nutrients, but doesn't want to let his body accumulate too much fat, so he racked his brains and put in 12 minutes of effort, and finally developed a brand new spell called [Metabolism Spell].

His body began to grow rapidly.

Neville is now the tallest of the survival quartet.

He is uniform, his features are straight, and he always wears a small suit that fits well.

When he was with Hermione, Malfoy, and Harry, Neville was like a housekeeper who took care of the young master and the princess. He had no complaints and no regrets, and his professionalism was extremely high.

Professor McGonagall gave Neville 30 points without hesitation.

Ravenclaw rode to the top of the mountain.

This time, the Academy Cup does not need Dumbledore's help to cheat.

...

Compared to the final exam, the matter of trapping and killing Voldemort seemed a lot more bland.

Dumbledore provided the venue and cooperated to spread the rumor that "somewhere in the school there is a Philosopher's Stone and an endless treasure trove of knowledge".

In this case, the Survival Four made a scene.

They passed through portrait holes, random doors, deceived the hellhounds, used their knowledge and abilities to break through layers of levels, and finally came to the Philosopher's Stone.

A man appeared before them.

Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Quirrell.

"It's really you."

Harry's tone seemed a little regretful, a little annoyed.

He saw it right away.

Voldemort, who was hiding behind Quirrell's head, was just a remnant of his soul.

Among the seven Horcruxes, no one can compare to the other.

Malfoy smoothed his platinum-blond hair, and a dangerous scarlet light flickered in his eyes.

He felt that he overestimated his opponent.

Voldemort's Remnant + Quirrell.

This level of stuff, he can solve it with a breath of dragon.

No need to do that prep work at all!

"Damn!"

Malfoy slammed his fist on the stone pillar angrily.

Once at the school opening banquet, Professor Wang Yan deflected Quirrell, but Quirrell was not seriously injured.

Although he confessed and apologized on the spot, the group of four still overestimated the combat effectiveness of Quirrell and Voldemort's remnant.

They should have known!

You shouldn't take Professor Wang Yan's extraordinarily high existence as a reference!

There is absolutely no comparison!

Back then, Professor Wang Yan was just teaching Quirrell and Voldemort a lesson.

Sad Quirrell, seeing how Harry and Malfoy were doing, was now showing a Chizhu in his hand.

He even shuddered with laughter.

The laughter was shrill and piercing, making the eardrum hurt.

"Yes, it's me!"

Quirrell said sullenly, "What I hate the most is your expression where everything is expected."

"Oh."

Harry drew his wand blankly.

Hermione, who was beside him, asked with interest: "Is it Voldemort hidden under your hood? How did he endure this stench?"

"Be respectful, that's the Dark Lord!"

Quirrell's eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous anger appeared on his face: "I know, your grades are very good, but the gap between adult wizards and wizard apprentices is bigger than you think!"

After he repeatedly confirmed that there was no one else around, he felt that he had controlled the scene, so he started to wave.

"When I was traveling the world, I met Lord Dark Lord."

"At that time, I was still a silly young man with a ridiculous set of ideas about right and wrong."

"It was the Dark Lord who pointed out my mistake. He told me that there is no right or wrong in the world, only power, and those incompetent people who cannot gain power..."

Bang!

A violent explosion suddenly appeared on Quirrell.

The pitch-black fierce flame, the shadowless divine edge, the life-threatening green light, the faint blue dragon breath...

Faced with the complex lethal spell that the Survival quartet had in mind, Quirrell didn't even have the chance to say his last words.

Draco Malfoy held a flower in the air with his wand.

He kissed the tip of his wand and said softly, "Yes, Voldemort is one of those incompetents."

...

At the end-of-term banquet.

Dumbledore arrived at the venue, and the noise in the auditorium gradually subsided.

"Another year has passed!"

The principal forced a smile.

He also thought about the compound spells of the previous four little wizards.

Forget Neville's Fiery Charm and Malfoy's Frost Dragon Breath, those are things I've seen before.

Where did Harry Potter's "Shen Feng Wu Ying" and Hermione's "Awada Soul" come from?

Judging by the proficiency of the two, it doesn't look like the first release at all.

The Ministry of Magic has never issued any warning about this.

It appears that the foursome seem to have solved the surveillance spell in the underage wizard's wand.

A banquet that ends soon.

Dumbledore gave no points to Ravenclaw.

There is no need, because of the existence of the Survival Four, Ravenclaw could have come out on top with an absolute advantage and dominated the Academy Cup.

Moreover, as far as selfishness is concerned, he prefers Gryffindor, who is at the bottom of the ten thousand years.

Looking at the young faces of Harry and the others, Dumbledore sighed faintly.

He vaguely felt that compared with Voldemort, these four little guys might bring greater variables to the world in the future.

Dumbledore felt that the members of the Order of the Phoenix, in addition to their main mission of fighting against Voldemort, should also take on the responsibility of "leading underage wizards on the right track".

The banquet is over soon.

Harry, Hermione, Malfoy, and Neville got into the Malfoy family's private car.

The little wizards chatted and laughed all the way to Malfoy Manor.

They didn't need to take off their wizard robes, put on jackets and blouses, and squeeze through the crowds on platform nine and three-quarters of King's Cross.

They have vacation plans already made.

Malfoy Manor, St Mungo's Hospital, Hermione's house.

Here are three stops for the holiday.

But at this time, four "peers" from the Beauxbatons School of Magic in France broke the plan of the survival four.