i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 89 Art is Pai Daxing (First Order!)

Professor McGonagall pushed his glasses, frowned and shouted: "Be quiet when I leave, and don't whisper."

She stared at Harry and Ron majesticly for a while, seeing the two little wizards as well-behaved quails, and then nodded in satisfaction.

Professor McGonagall just went out and closed the door of the classroom.

With the crisp "click", in the silent classroom, the little wizards looked at each other nervously.

Is Professor McGonagall gone?
It seems to be gone.

There was a loud discussion in the classroom, and every little wizard was actively discussing what happened.

Neville failed the exam this time, and he conjured up a monster that was half mouse, half wooden pan.

Professor McGonagall was so scared that he quickly changed the mouse back to prevent the mouse from being too painful.

There is no doubt that Neville failed the exam this time, and probably could only get a D or T.

Oops Dreadful (D)

Scary Troll (T)

Although Professor McGonagall is strict, she rarely gives such a low score. Unlike Professor Snape, she is simply failing wholesale.

Neville has been crying since the exam, but fortunately, Professor Flitwick diverted his attention.

Otherwise, Rigg and the others were really worried that Neville's tear-like eyes would be dehydrated by Neville's crying.

Neville sobbed, "I think Professor Flitwick must be trying to talk to Professor McGonagall about our poor exam results."

Professor Flitwick's exam was too difficult, and Neville asked everywhere as soon as he came out, and found that no one could do it, so he was relieved.

Rieg shook his head and said, "I don't think it has anything to do with the exam."

After Professor McGonagall left, he came and sat next to Hermione.

Hermione blushed, and asked Rigg in a low voice if he wanted to change his position so as not to be misunderstood by others.

Rigg looked around, Hermione's roommate Patil was winking at him, and other witches were also paying attention.

Wizards are different.

As soon as Rigg came over, they were all cool in Quarig, and Rigg saw several thumbs up.

Ron said enviously that he wondered when Rigg would be able to make him a plate with a picture of him winning wizard chess.

Ron swore that if he made one, he would definitely convince Mrs. Weasley to hang it in their living room for every guest to see.

The wizards only think that the witches are too noisy, and the sorrows and joys of people are not connected.

The little wizards discussed for a long time, and Professor McGonagall did not come back.

After waiting for the first little wizard who was too hungry, he broke his heart and ran away.

One after another, the other little wizards also left.

Although Professor McGonagall didn't say to let them go, but everyone left, the law does not blame everyone.

Rieger kept frowning on the way to the auditorium, not at all happy about passing the exam.

He shared his guess with the other three in a low voice.

If Quirrell wants to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, then when all the professors are taking exams or invigilating exams, it is his best time to do it.

Professor Flitwick came to see Professor McGonagall suddenly today, and Rigg could see clearly because he was at the door.

There was no smile on Professor Flitwick's face, which was very different from his usual.

Rigg wanted to take a look in the hallway, but neither Hermione nor Ron agreed.

Yes, it was actually Ron who disagreed.

Ron looked at Rigg like he was looking at some monster, his eyes widened, his red hair even more dazzling.

"Tomorrow afternoon is the History of Magic exam." Ron wanted to shake Rigg's head and pour the water out of his mind.

"Hermione dragged us to review the history of magic for so long, and the papers we did were higher than Professor Flitwick's."

Ron shook his head and said, "Even if there are ten giant monsters in the classroom tomorrow, I still have to finish the History of Magic paper."

Moreover, History of Magic is the subject that Ron is most sure of getting an E. Even with an E, he can compete with Mrs. Weasley, which proves that he has really studied hard.

After hesitating for a long time, Harry said, "Sorry Rieger, I don't want to go on a night tour today either."

"You know, the potion test tomorrow morning." Harry said sadly.

Although even if he went, Snape would at most give him a pass.

But if he didn't go or didn't think about it because he was in a bad state, Snape would happily give him the worst T directly.

Quidditch doesn't require much from the players.

But Professor McGonagall has high demands on them, and only players who have passed all subjects can play.

Otherwise, even if Harry failed all the grades, he didn't care about the grades.

Rigg finally looked at Hermione, and Hermione hesitated for a long time but couldn't say that she wanted to go on a night tour.

He shook his head helplessly and let it go.

The four of them have their own strengths, and they are a well-tuned team.

Everyone has something they are good at.

If he had to go on a night tour alone, Rieg felt that he would not be able to pass the level of wizard chess and trolls.

That night, Rigg kept thinking about the corridor and Quirrell, tossing and turning for a long time without falling asleep.

It wasn't until a big tail blocked his eyes that he closed his eyes and stopped thinking, and fell asleep.

The next day was a painful day.

During the Potions exam, every little wizard in the classroom tried their best to remember the mixing procedure of the Forgotten Potion.

Snape was standing behind them and watching closely, Rigg was going to be nervous, not to mention the other little wizards who didn't learn well.

Harry dropped a pile of weighing pans and glass bottles with a loud clang.

As soon as Rigg looked up, he saw Harry frantically clearing the table, and even knocked his silver knife to the ground.

Behind them, Professor Snape snorted, and Harry could feel his breath on the back of his neck.

Harry became even more nervous, and almost poured the finished potion straight away.

With Harry holding Snape's attention, the other little wizards felt better.

Harry was crying when he finally handed in the potion, and Snape didn't say whether his potion would work or not.

As soon as he left the classroom, Harry discussed with Rigg and Ron that he might need to find Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, to tell him the sad news.

The last subject was History of Magic.

When the ghost of Professor Binns told them to put down their quills and roll up the answer parchment, Ron laughed and announced that he thought he could get an O.

"It's easier than I thought," Hermione said with some chagrin as they joined the crowd outside on the sunny field, "I don't really need to remember the '[-] werewolves Code', and what happened to the elf rebellion."

Hermione really regretted reviewing History of Magic so many times that even Ron could get a good grade.

She should have looked at her Charms notes more often.

Ron praised Hermione all the way, which exhausted the vocabulary he had accumulated over the past ten years, and when he came outside the castle, he had no new words at all.

There were already many little wizards standing on the lawn at this moment, and everyone wanted to relax after the exam.

Several young wizards chased and frolicked around the black lake, and there were people cheering them on.

Rigg also did well in the exam. This day's exam almost made him forget yesterday's worries.

BOOOOOMMMM————————

Everyone heard the loud noise coming from the castle.

　Ask for the first order! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)