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"It's under control, I can't ask any news—" Sean whispered to Hermione in the library.

He went to find the captured wizards. Obviously, the Imperius Curse and the Memory Curse were cast on the other party at the same time, and the caster was very clever, so no clue could be found.

Not only that, but the other party actually retained a certain degree of self-awareness, which Sean had never seen before—that group of wizards did indeed work for the Returned or the British Ministry of Magic, and they voluntarily had their souls controlled by tampered memories, which made cracking more difficult.

This group of guys actually kept provoking the wizards who went to Filch's basement, and the good-tempered Professor Flitwick almost gave them a spell to make these guys shut up.

But considering various circumstances, at present, the other party can only be kept in an underground prison for strict supervision.

Hearing Sean's voice, Hermione, who was single-minded, wrote the possible key points of the exam on the parchment, and replied in a low voice: "Then how did they get discovered?"

"I heard from Professor McGonagall that those people have been in the construction team for a long time, but they made a lot of mistakes while working, and then they were noticed."

Hermione frowned upon hearing the words: "The Ministry of Magic has been infiltrated long ago. If you want to tamper with the site, why don't you completely replace the construction team with their own people? Wouldn't it be exposed at all?"

It was Stephanie who answered her, and the other party also came to the library this time to help them sort out some materials.

The silver-haired girl pulled her hair by her ears, and said softly: "Even though most of the Ministry of Magic has been infiltrated, the vast majority of ordinary wizards are still unaware—no matter which side it is, the open The current situation can only create confusion, so your thinking will actually be a little bit wrong."

"How to say?"

Stephanie shook a copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand: "Wizards live in peace and contentment. After the prisoner escape from Azkaban last time, there have been no major problems - and the Ministry of Magic is hunting down several absconding dark wizards." , most people still think that the Ministry of Magic is an official organization and just."

"For the Ministry of Magic, it is impossible and worthwhile to infiltrate ordinary people. Their purpose is to sing against the public. We are in the center of the vortex. Of course we can see the whole picture of things, but we are also easy to ignore. The opponent is still in the shadows."

"If they can infiltrate every corner of the wizarding world, then there is no need to engage in these conspiracies and tricks, just open everything and start a war-and don't forget, there are also people from the International Federation of Wizards in the construction team, Grindelwald Mister will not let the returnees infiltrate his territory so easily."

Stephanie concluded by summing it up: "They're strong, but not that strong."

Sean nodded thoughtfully: "It makes sense, after all, they have been acting in secret."

"However," Stephanie said again, "I think those people who were caught still need to be strictly controlled. As Hermione said, the other party was exposed too quickly, and they were caught out on the first day of construction. Inner ghost, this is not in line with the usual style of the returnees, they prefer to lurk in the mud and shadows, and only show up to give the final blow at the critical moment."

"This can't be their plan, it's too easy to be discovered." Hermione also said.

Sean nodded: "I reminded Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick that on the one hand, the captured wizards should be strictly controlled, and on the other hand, the construction team should monitor them from time to time."

"I suggest that before the start of the last game, all construction team members clear the venue, no matter whether the opponent is from the International Federation of Wizards or the British Ministry of Magic. At the same time, parents of students who come to watch the game should also be strictly controlled. After all, no matter what, their goal There is a high probability that it has something to do with the last match of the Goblet of Fire." Stephanie added.

"In this way, even if there are interested people mixed in with the crowd, the professors can deal with them more easily." Hermione also agreed.

"Well, I'll go and explain it to the professors."

"Hey! You guys! This is the library!" Just as he was speaking, Mrs. Pince's scolding sounded.

Several people quickly shut up, but Daisy, who had been silent all this time, added in a low voice at the end: "Since Lockhart was arrested, Mrs. Pince's attitude towards Sean has improved a lot. If Harry and Ron and the others, the feather duster is about to fly over at this time—"

"After all, she was bewitched by Lockhart at the beginning, and it turned out that the other party was a traitor who sneaked into Hogwarts. Mrs. Pince must have felt very ashamed—shh, if you go on, even if Sean is sitting here, a feather duster will fly over."

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Time is slowly advancing, the weather is getting better and better, and some naughty students will even jump into the black lake to take a bath at noon when the sun is the brightest-according to Fred and George, this can help them calm down Come.

They also need to face the final match of the Goblet of Fire and the Advanced Wizarding Level Exam at the same time.

But Hermione refuted their actions as a prefect, and pointed out astutely that no matter who is nervous, the twin brothers will not be nervous-the two buddies have put all their focus on the Goblet of Fire, and they decided to use it. The winnings come to Diagon Alley to buy a store and open the prank shop of your dreams.

As for certificates? to **** with-

Of course, the heartless Weasley twins are special cases. Even though the credibility of the Ministry of Magic has dropped significantly, the fifth and seventh graders who are about to face important exams are extremely nervous.

The castle grounds glistened in the sun as if they had just been painted. The cloudless sky smiles at the reflection in the shimmering lake. The satin-smooth greenery gently undulates in the breeze.

However, the students have no time to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

The teacher no longer assigns them homework, and the class is all used to review the questions that the teacher thinks are most likely to appear in the exam. This kind of fanatical and hard-working atmosphere made the fifth-grade students' minds full of ordinary wizarding level exams, and they hardly cared about other considerations.

The final competition field in the middle of the playground had begun to take shape, but the students had no intention of watching it. Hagrid ran there every day, because Professor McGonagall ordered him to check the progress of the project.

Those wizards are still locked in the dungeon. There has been no additional situation during this period of time. Filch tied the key firmly to his waistband. In fact, he had to use it to open the prison door. Professor Flitwick's opening spell.

The busiest person during this time is not the professors or Sean, but Hermione.

While Hermione was preparing for the exam, she also had to help them find information about the Goblet of Fire, and even had to gather people from time to time to analyze what the returnees' plans were—for the brown-haired girl, everything was so important.

She muttered to herself a lot of the time, and even, didn't design house-elf clothes for days—she didn't give up her House-Elf Rescue Society, but after Sean's persuasion, never did those clothes again. The thing about clothes left in the corner of the castle.

Hermione is now going to make a breakthrough from the inside of the house-elves. As long as she can find a few house-elves who don't like working for wizards, she believes that she can let them go to the tribe to promote their ideas-she is designing now. Will serve in the future.

The busyness during this period made her have to temporarily stop this work, but she would still sigh during the rare rest time, feeling that she had failed the expectations of the house-elves.

Sean is not going to make any comments on this. Although Hermione is still unwilling to give up, at least there is no problem with the method. As for the final path of the House Elf Rescue Association, it depends on God's will.

As the exam was approaching, she was not the only one who behaved strangely. Ernie MacMillan had developed an annoying habit of grilling people about their revisions.

The Mr. Hufflepuff prefect always liked to ask everyone how they studied for their exams at any spare time.

"How much time do you think you study a day?" he asked Harry and Ron in line outside the herbal medicine class, his eyes twinkling with anxiety.

"I don't know," said Ron, "a few hours."

"More or less than eight hours?"

"I guess less," said Ron, looking a little alarmed.

"Eight hours for me," said Ernie triumphantly, "eight to nine hours. I study for an hour every day before breakfast. Eight hours on average. Ten hours on weekends. Nine and a half hours on Mondays. Tuesdays Not so good—only seven and a quarter. Wednesday—”

Sean wanted to laugh, Ernie had asked him once before, and Hermione happened to be there.

He hadn't been near Sean or Hermione since then - of course Ernie was happier torturing a scumbag like Ron.

Fortunately, Ron's ordeal didn't last long, and Ernie had to stop his narration after Professor Sprout herded them into Greenhouse Three.

"Dude, I can't breathe!" Sean heard Ron and Harry say.

During this time, there was a thriving black market among fifth and seventh graders, dealing in things that would help people focus, refresh their minds, and keep them awake.

Sean saw Eddie Carmichael, a senior in the same school who was a year older than himself, selling Buffy brain refresher everywhere.

Eddie insisted that he got nine "Distinctions" in the Ordinary Wizarding Level examination last summer because of this thing, and offered to sell only twelve galleons a pint, which almost made many people tempted.

It was still the Gryffindor trio who took the lead. Harry paid for the bottle of potion. Although Neville persuaded him for a long time, he decided to enjoy the trump card from the top students with Ron.

Ron had promised Harry that he would pay back his half as soon as he graduated and got a job, but before they could close the deal, Hermione confiscated the bottle from Carmichael and emptied the contents down the toilet .

"Hey, Hermione! You ruined my exam!" Ron wailed, leaning on the toilet.

Sean stood at the door of the bathroom with a smile and shook his head: "Please, man, this is just an ordinary refreshing drink, and you can buy a jar in Hogsmeade for only two silver Sickles—if you wake up that bottle Including the packaging of the 'Brain Potion', the total cost is three Sickles?"

Both Ron and Harry froze in place.

"If you study hard, you won't be what you are now." Hermione said with her arms akimbo.

Harry spread his hands helplessly: "Please, Hermione, Ron and I are not you and Sean..."

"Didn't I give you a copy of the notes I gave Sean?!" Hermione became even angrier, "And Neville also helped you, and he also helped you review."

"But we're not that smart—" said Ron cautiously.

"Don't be stupid, you can only get a t if you expect this kind of foreign object, take your notes and review it!" Hermione said angrily, "Really, you might as well eat some Harold Dingo's dragon claw powder Make do with it."

"Dingo got dragon claw powder?" Ron said with interest, his eyes lit up.

"It's gone," said Hermione, "and I confiscated it. Actually, none of it works at all."

"Dragon claw powder works!" said Ron. "They say it's pretty magical, it really lifts your spirits, and it's great for a few hours - Hermione, give me some, please." Well, there's no harm in—"

Sean blinked: "I was by the side when Hermione confiscated it, and then I observed it carefully, and if I guessed correctly, it should be the dried feces of a vixen—if you are sure you need it, I can go to Sin Professor Kamander has brought you a big box."

"Forget it…"

These words greatly weakened Harry and Ron's desire for brain stimulants, and they could only hug the book with a sigh.

And in a transformation class, they got the timetable and specific requirements of the exam.

"The prefects came and took the forms from the various colleges and distributed them," said Professor McGonagall. "Your o.w.l exams will last for two weeks. You will have theory in the morning and practical in the afternoon. Of course, the practical exam in astronomy will be at night." Proceed ~lightnovelpub.net~ After everyone got the forms and specific requirements, Professor McGonagall adjusted his glasses, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"I must also remind you that a particularly severe anti-cheating spell is added to each test paper. Auto-answer quills are not allowed in the examination room, as well as memory balls, cheat sheet sleeves, and auto-correction ink. I regret to tell You, every year there seems to be at least one classmate who thinks he can escape the rules of the Wizarding Examinations Authority."

"In previous years, I like to add a sentence at the end-I hope this student is not from Gryffindor..." When she said this, she glanced at Ron and Harry seriously, and the two brothers immediately sat down, "But Huo Gewartz is a whole, and the college is your home, so I don't want any one person, no matter which college, to have such a problem."

"Cheating will be punished with the most severe punishment! At that time, I will personally expel that person from the school."

Professor McGonagall's words made everyone sit upright.

However, the stern witch sighed softly again, and Sean saw the wings of her pointed nose flutter.

"However, you can't stop working hard because of this. What you have to consider is your own future."