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The day after the library discussion, Harry and Ron received a notice of confinement.

That night, Ryan and Hermione were practicing Transfiguration at the table. Harry and Ron rushed in from outside, and before they could catch their breath, they sat down and began to tell what they had met in the Forbidden Forest that night with Ron.

Sure enough, they met Voldemort who was sucking blood. But since no one made trouble this time, Harry and the others met the unicorn a little earlier than in the original book. Although the unicorn was seriously injured, he still saved his life and is now recovering in the centaur tribe. In addition to this, the centaurs also gave an inauspicious prophecy.

"The centaurs' prophecy stated that Voldemort would make a comeback, and they saw it all from the stars." Harry said a little excitedly. "I thought Snape was just trying to get rich with the Philosopher's Stone, but he's going to give the Philosopher's Stone to Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest to help him get back."

"Please, don't say that name." Ron said tremblingly.

But Harry continued excitedly: "When Voldemort gets the Philosopher's Stone, and then rushes into the castle to kill me, then this prophecy will be fully fulfilled."

"Harry!" Ryan raised his voice to interrupt Harry's rhetoric: "As far as I know, all prophecies are vague and have multiple interpretations. You certainly shouldn't be drawn too clearly. The answer. Not to mention that Dumbledore is also in the castle, I don't think who can rush in and kill you, and there is less than a week to go to the exam, I think the most important thing is to go to bed early and keep in good shape tomorrow. Yes, it's useless to think about it now."

Harry seemed to be choking all of a sudden, and then they climbed the stairs with Ryan back to the dormitory to rest.

Time doesn't go any slower because someone is nervous about Voldemort's movements, and as the week goes by, Ryan's final exams for his first year at Hogwarts begin.

Exams are the most hated and feared thing for students, but they are also an indispensable part of student life. This has always been the case in ancient and modern times, even at Hogwarts, the magical school of magic.

Luckily Lane comes from a country that is good at exams and takes them often. Hogwarts' first-year review before the exam is simply too easy compared to the previous year's examination once a week, and a monthly exam once a month to review before the college entrance examination.

So when he sits in the exam room with his new quill pen with the anti-cheating spell, he feels confident.

Only the biggest difference from the exams in the ordinary world is that the Hogwarts exams also have practical magic items.

Every teacher has different requirements, such as Professor Flitwick telling them to walk into the classroom one by one and see if they can tap a pineapple across a desk. When Ryan read the novel and saw this place, he always wondered how pineapples could tap dance without long feet. Later, after watching the operation of the previous classmates, I realized that as long as the pineapple twists, it bounces over the desk at the same frequency. This is much easier than adding two legs to a pineapple as Ryan imagined.

And Professor McGonagall watched them turn a rat into a snuff box - the more elaborate the box, the higher the points; if the box still had a rat's whiskers on it, points were deducted. Lane conjured a steampunk-style box full of pinion gears and reeds that meshed with each other. This is the technique he mastered after mastering the "Winter House Industrial Manual", and Ryan saw Professor McGonagall nodded approvingly at his work.

In the underground potions classroom, Ryan had prepared the forgetting potion in a well-organized manner. Fortunately, Harry completely attracted Snape's attention. Otherwise, if the professor stares at the back of the neck, no problem can be frightened out of the problem.

Harry looked like a bad day and seemed to suffer from exam phobia just like Neville. But everyone else was fine, and the previous review was comprehensive and serious. So at least Ron and Hermione had some confidence when they went to the exam room.

The final exam is the history of magic. Just stick with it for another hour and figure out which eccentric old wizard invented the self-stirring cauldron, and they'll be free to play for a whole week without any hassle until the exam results are announced. Lane couldn't help cheering along with the rest of the class when Professor Binns' ghost told them to put down their quills and roll up the parchment for the answering questions.

"It's easier than I thought," said Hermione, as they joined the crowd outside on the sunny field. "I don't really need to memorize the '1637 Werewolf Code of Conduct', And what happened to the goblin rebellion."

"I told you when I was reviewing, but you didn't believe it." Ryan said: "Those incidents involve complex historical and political games, and even affect the distribution of power in the magic world today. Is such a complex issue a problem? It will be used to test our first-year students."

Hermione began to revisit the content of the exam incessantly, which reminded Ryan of the fear of facing a scholar in his previous life. Finally, Hermione finally closed her mouth after Ryan's repeated prompting.

They walked slowly down a gentle slope, and when they reached the lake, they plopped and sat under a tree. Over there, a giant squid lay basking in the warm shallow water, the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan fiddling with its tentacles.

"I've never understood why squid live in such a freshwater lake, what do you think?" Hermione nudged Ryan.

"Maybe it's because of the blood of magical creatures, like Kraken or something. But seriously, every time I see this, I always think of sizzling squid or squid with sauce. But I think such a big squid must be It's very old, and it's only suitable for making balls after breaking it, my mother's specialty is squid balls."

"Ah, I remembered. The squid balls your mother made last time was really delicious." Hermione, who had tasted Mrs. Sally's craftsmanship at elementary school and some community activities, continued.

Just as Ryan and Hermione's thoughts began to sway, Harry's annoyed voice suddenly rang out: "My scar has been hurting - it used to hurt, but it's never been as frequent as it is now."

"Go and see Madam Pomfrey," Hermione suggested.

"I'm not sick," Harry said. "I think it's a warning that danger is coming."

"But Professor Dumbledore is here, and Hagrid won't betray Professor Dumbledore. No one can get past Lou Wei's guard, so you don't need to worry. Your scar may be because you're too nervous."

"That's right." Hermione followed with persuasion. "It's all about the exam. I woke up last night and was busy reviewing the notes for the Transfiguration class, and then I suddenly remembered that we've already passed that class."

Harry sat there without saying a word, as if thinking about something. Suddenly, he jumped up, Ryan and the others were a little worried about Harry's state, and ran to the castle with him.