The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Hand over that thing!"

"You have to kill me..."

"No, before that, I need to hear your wonderful voice~"

"Ah... ah!!"

Harry's heart seemed to have fallen into a cold black lake, and he was so entangled by the octopus that he couldn't breathe. It wasn't until Ron woke him up that he lay down by the window, panting like a drowning person climbing ashore.

He couldn't see who it was, but there was a hoarse voice he knew...it was Voldemort!

'Who is Voldemort torturing? '

Harry sat up tremblingly, leaning against the bed, looking at the still dark sky. When it was dawn, the OWLS exam was about to start, but he no longer felt sleepy.

The OWLS exam lasts for two weeks, with theoretical exams in the morning and practical exams in the afternoon.

"Wizard Exams is the Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked them, yawning.

"Of course... do you want to say 'will they find out that Umbridge is missing'?" Ron turned over lazily, his dream just now was interrupted by Harry, and he wanted to continue going back , "Don't worry, Cyrus must have a way"

In fact, Harry was overthinking it, and it wasn't until the next day that he realized that no one cared about Umbridge.

The venue for the written test was the auditorium. After the breakfast time, the four college desks were removed and replaced with individual small desks, all facing the faculty seats.

"I thought the headmaster didn't need to take exams." Hermione rubbed her eyes, put her hands on Cyrus' shoulders, and squinted her eyes to rest herself.

"I don't want to either, but if I don't take the exam, I might become the 'principal with the worst grades ever'" Cyrus followed the others and walked into the exam room one after another, "Although it's just an agent..."

For Cyrus, the theory of spells is almost as simple as drinking water, except for the most basic 'is there any spell that can make objects float', and his own 'please give an example of the application of the XX spell'.

Thankfully, he was also the one who made the question invisibly.

"I heard that Umbridge has become the new headmaster?" An old gentleman wearing pince-nez on the stage talked to McGonagall tremblingly.

"Yes...very good..." Vice-Principal McGonagall had a big smile on her face, as if she didn't know that she was locked up. "She is doing well in school now, and I think Secretary Fudge is very happy." satisfy..."

"Won't she come to invigilate the exam?"

"Of course not, Professor Tofudi, the new principal is very busy~"

Cyrus was seated in the front row, and he could hear clearly... Umbridge was busy, but he was probably busy dealing with troll security or trying to cover up the troll's stench.

Two hours later, a large group of students gathered at the entrance of the examination room.

"I'm dying of laughter. I didn't expect the theory of the exam to be the spell of reciting the curse." Hannah said confidently. written?"

Justin clutched his head, wailing with a splitting headache: "Please, don't ask for the answer...I just need to pass!"

As long as the answer is wrong, he will always be right until the test results in July come out!

"I think the last question should be more detailed..." As expected of Hermione, the focus is different from others, "If it were me, I would at least ask them to write the principle of breaking the curse."

"Then you must not be the one who made the question in the future." Cyrus pursed his lips, replaced Mandy and Lisa, and said what they dared not say, "I'm worried that Hogwarts will go on strike."

"What are you talking about?"

What words?Cyrus will be the headmaster of Hogwarts in the future. Does this mean that he wants to rebel?Hermione's eyes widened as she thought about it.

"I mean...you are really a gentle and considerate girl." He took advantage of Mandy's disdainful eyes and took Hermione's arm, "but not everyone can understand your kindness."

After Malfoy came out of the examination room, he kept sneaking around the crowd, always running towards the Potions classroom.

Umbridge hadn't reported letters to Fudge for a long time. Perhaps, after passing the OWLS exam, Fudge would become suspicious, and by then, their wings would be full.

The spell practice exam on Monday afternoon was called in one by one by Professor Flitwick.

"Daphne Greengres---Cyrus---Hannah Abbott---Anthony Goldstein!" Flitwick stood at the door, and after sending Hermione away with a smile on his face, he screamed The names of the next batch of personnel.

It seemed that Hermione finished the exam first, because Goyle was only halfway through the exam.

"Cyrus...you are the magic spell genius?!" The TOFODI examiner was an old man, the oldest with the youngest hair, he lowered his head tremblingly, and looked at the examinee in front of him with slanted eyes.

Daphne on the side was a little nervous, but she still let the glass float up and down.

"I've seen your theory...it's very interesting!" Professor Tofudi seemed to forget that it was an exam, and said excitedly, "Although the follow-up has not been recognized by the Ministry of Magic, I don't deny its excellence!"

"Thank you for the compliment~"

"Okay, hurry up and take the exam!" The old lady at the side reluctantly scored a passing grade on Daphne's paper.

"That's right...I forgot about it." He patted his head, stared at the test paper and muttered to himself, "What are you going to test? You must be able to know common spells...then... let's do this! Put your Has the theory of spells been put into practice?"

It seems fair, after all, Cyrus passed the level early on, and Tofty seemed more interested in academics.

Perhaps out of shock, Daphne shook her hand, and the originally floating cup was smashed to pieces, and Goyle on the other side was also frightened to make a mistake, causing an egg cup to grow two legs and run around.

"no problem!"

With the ivory-like aspen wand in front of him, Cyrus drew a wonderful trajectory, and the Iron Armor Curse appeared around him, followed by solidification at a point, becoming the 'Shield of Seraphim' .

Seeing that Daphne's breathing became short of breath, she took a quick glance, turned her head and left the examination room.

"Perfect! It's wonderful!" Professor Tofty shouted happily to Flitwick, "This is as good as the last candidate... This year's Hogwarts is much better than before."

No...it will still be the best ever! !

Last candidate?Almost the second Cyrus said it from his mouth, Hermione's confident smile appeared in his mind.

He couldn't think of anyone else but her.

"Ah~ the candidates on my side are mediocre." March class frowned, and reluctantly passed Goyle's test paper. "I hope that kid from the Longbottom family can improve a bit."

Neville?Cyrus hoped that he wouldn't perform a 'whirlwind' on the spot and smash the examiner's desk...