Chapter 362 The End of the Exam

"Finally...it's over."

Beside the carriage shed, a group of professors headed by Dumbledore waved goodbye to the examiners - yes, Professor McGonagall caught the headmaster again and brought him over to act as a mascot.

The OWLs exam and NEWTs exam lasted for more than two weeks and finally came to an end today.

The carriage pulled by Ye Qi took away the examiners and stacks of papers sealed by magic. They will be reviewed repeatedly by many people in the next month, and then the examination administration will tally the results and send them to each candidate by owl. in hand.

Even if the seventh-grade exam is given priority, the cumbersome and confidential process still does not allow them to get their results before the school summer vacation.

This also means that starting from today, the seventh grade can be regarded as officially graduating - they are just one formal graduation ceremony away from leaving here.

However, no one has the energy to grieve at the moment. The exams in the past two weeks have not only tormented the fifth and seventh grade students, but also tormented the professors - cheating in both exams resulted in dismissal. Most importantly, he was sent directly to Azkaban. Even if the professor told him repeatedly, he would still be such an idiot occasionally.

Fortunately, this year is a peaceful year, and there are no cheating students - this alone is enough for the professor to shout Merlin for blessing.

Expelling one's own students or even catching Azkaban with one's own hands is not a happy thing, no matter which professor.

“A very worthwhile day,”

Dumbledore watched the carriages disappear into the air and turned around happily, "I think those students are probably hungry and worried. We should go to the auditorium to celebrate."

Worrying is bad...

William couldn't control the corner of his mouth - what he was worried about now was not whether the students were worried or not, but whether the group of fifth graders would demolish the castle during this period!

With the seventh-grade students fanning the flames next to them, it is simply unimaginable what will happen - the only thing to be thankful for is that students from other grades have to prepare for their final exams and do not have time to go crazy together. Otherwise, I am afraid that there will be more students in solitary confinement than There are so many people in the class!

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"No...why still not?"

Sirius stood stunned on the side of the road, holding the wand in his hand, but his face was filled with doubts that he had never seen before.

To be cautious, he waited until the people in the village had been digging for a long time, and after confirming that there would be no doubts if any more land was unearthed, he decisively took action at night.

The land without any protective spells was like a giant piece of plasticine under the power of magic. He easily opened up the land, trying to reveal the things buried inside. With the help of apparation, he was able to do it in a very short time. He rummaged through all the land where he thought the bones might be buried.

but none.

Nothing means nothing - nails, broken boots, plastic packaging, landfill garbage, the occasional bones of people who may have died violently, everything appears, but there is not a huge amount that can prove that a village's people have disappeared. Bones…

"This is impossible!"

He stood there, mumbling to himself, with confusion on his face.

His guess was wrong from the beginning - those people were really missing, rather than being killed and hiding in the corner of this land!

"How come...missing?"

Sirius looked at the gold coin, and the gold coin looked at him, and both the elf and the man were confused at the same time.

After a long time, Sirius finally came to his senses and cleared away the traces of the last piece of land being disturbed. Then he left with the gold coins and returned to the house they rented in the next town.

"Welcome back, Mr. Black."

Dobby saluted, "What supper do I need to prepare?"

"Just get some bread."

Sirius instructed, and then sat down and began to think hard about where the missing people had gone.

"Where do you think they will be, gold coins?"

"Somewhere, Master." Jin Coin was still a little uneasy sitting on the chair, "When William told the story, he said that there were people doing the business of getting into Azkaban, but no one was doing the business of sending galleons."

"so?"

"So I think there shouldn't be a wizard who spends so much effort to disappear a group of Muggles without asking for anything in return. Even if it's a massacre, he won't take the corpses to other places so carefully. Maybe..."

Jin Coin hesitated for a moment and did not continue.

But Sirius immediately understood that Muggles were also material in some dark magic that would not spread.

The famous black magic prop Hand of Glory is one of the typical cases.

Kidnapping a group of Muggles without taking away their belongings was not because the person who took them away was not greedy, but because in his opinion, the Muggles in that village might be the property he wanted to plunder.

Thanks to a certain current professor at Hogwarts, Sirius was very attentive in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class back then, and his foundation was quite solid.

His mind instantly came to the typical product of dark magic - the corpse dominated by Voldemort that he had personally fought, the Inferi.

"Inferi?"

"It should be, Master."

"But why was such a remote place and such a desolate village chosen?"

Sirius was even more confused. The Inferi could not disapparate. What was the use of creating an entire village of Inferi in such a remote place?

The Inferi are created for fighting. There is no big difference in producing a large number of Inferi and waste in such a remote place in the wilderness. There is no big difference between building a tourist resort in the deep mountains and old forests, and there are no roads. Who will go to practice?

"There's something fishy!"

Sirius and Gold Coin thought of this problem at the same time.

"I'll get the map!"

The gold coin barely suppressed his voice as it apparated away, leaving Sirius with a still shaking chair.

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“It’s great that the castle wasn’t demolished.”

William followed the professors to the castle gate, looked at the safe castle, and felt relieved.

The end of the OWLs exam means that most of the work for this school year is completed, and what is left is to organize the final exams of other grades and hold the graduation ceremony for the seventh grade.

"Another group of students are about to be sent away," Adams sighed, and then his tone became joyful, "Summer vacation is coming!"

Many professors who were a little sad by him suddenly became happy and sent away two waves of the most important candidates. Isn't the summer vacation coming next?

"Ahem."

Professor McGonagall coughed, silencing a group of beaming professors - the seventh grade has not left yet, what are you doing so happy?

However, although everyone no longer discusses the summer vacation loudly, private discussions are still indispensable.

"William, where are you going to play in the summer?"

"I'm not going anywhere. I plan to concentrate on research for a while."

William responded in a low voice, "I seem to have found something special, so I'm going to sort it out during the summer vacation."

Due to some special reasons, he planned to disappear for a while this summer vacation, and he would also warn Lu Ping to hide away for a summer vacation.

He knew very well what the replaced professor taught. If he hadn't known the specific time, he would have even planned to take Dumbledore and lie down at the Auror's house to ambush him. Unfortunately, let alone Dumbledore, even if he himself Neither has that much free time.

Without Dumbledore around, wouldn't he be dead if he went alone? So I can only aggrieve next year's colleagues - after all, you have to rely on Polyjuice Potion to sneak in, and it is almost impossible to kill the original owner - after being out of the body for a period of time, things like hair will no longer be effective.

"What a pity. I was planning to ask you to go to Egypt for vacation together -" Adams shook his head without knowing why. "Then I can only go with Singed."

"Yeah, I have a really great plan for the Christmas holidays."

"Okay, it's settled."

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"The map is over here, Master!"

The gold coins unfolded the huge map. This huge topographic map obtained from the Muggle society did not even cost a few pounds. The local area has made various attempts to develop tourism, and even tried to provide summer vacation for some social groups. Cheap travel business, but with little success.

The two unprofessional people almost lowered their heads to the map, and started using immature theories to find places where a large number of Inferi might be hidden to protect their secrets.

Well, this hilltop is fine.

That sea area is not bad either.

The river—seems likely.

The abandoned factory over there looks so much like it!

By the time Dobby came over with a huge basket filled with roast chicken, smoked sausages, fresh white bread and other food, Sirius and the gold coins had already drawn a lot of circles on the map.

It's like a newbie playing Minesweeper, with danger signs everywhere.

"A simple meal is ready. I have prepared a bottle of white wine. Do you need to open it now?"

"Wait a moment, Dobby."

Sirius lay down on the map and drew another circle.

When he and Jin Coin started to eat because they were hungry, the two of them discovered something was wrong - the map was almost full of paintings. How long did it take to find them one by one?

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"...Before the summer vacation, we will continue to open Hogsmeade for fifth-year students, but Mr. Filch asked me to remind everyone that if you come back smelling of alcohol, he will directly arrest you and put you in solitary confinement. "

Dumbledore's speech made William once again understand that the school has a deep understanding of the activity level of this fifth grade - or that the headmaster of Gryffindor knows his students better, but the actual meaning is similar.

The fifth grade students who were exhausted by the exam began to cheer wildly, and their original appearance of useless cats was suddenly wiped away. The Weasley brothers even whistled directly - you know, Professor McGonagall was still there!

"Also, I need to remind everyone that Hogsmeade is only open to fifth and seventh years. I hope that the rest of the students will need to keep this in mind."

William noticed that Dumbledore's eyes drifted towards Gryffindor for a moment, and then looked back with confusion.

"Okay, let's start our banquet!"

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"He's kidding!"

In the office of the Ministry of Magic, Fudge looked at the letters in front of him and felt that the sky had lost its color.

He felt like he saw cockroaches when he took the last sip of soup and wanted to throw up his stomach.

That Professor Lupine, the 'former striker' Lupin who belongs to our people and whom he praised many times in newspapers, is actually a werewolf!

According to continuous reports from the Daily Prophet, it was he, the wise minister, who sent Lupine to protect Harry in order to capture Sirius, who had not yet been cleared of suspicion, and it was under the leadership of him, the Minister of Magic. Only then did Lu Ping find the truth and solve this unsolved case that had been pending for more than ten years.

This is all very good. People no longer complain that he, a minister who took office in peacetime, has no courage and does not do practical things, and they no longer clamor that Sirius's escape from prison was caused by the Ministry of Magic's ineffectiveness.

But the premise of all this is that the person he sent there was not a werewolf...

The Ministry of Magic sends a werewolf into Hogwarts as a professor - and the parents will tear him to pieces!

He even wanted to curse Dumbledore - You are not good at recruiting anyone, recruit a werewolf as a professor!

But after hesitating, he gave up cursing Dumbledore - compared to letting Sirius flee, sending a werewolf was not a big deal at all. The former was a direct question of the Ministry of Magic's ability, while the latter was because Suspicions of a werewolf.

If Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic jointly admitted the reliability of the werewolf professor, then the public's doubts would be greatly suppressed - and Dumbledore would be happy to use his credibility to endorse the werewolf.

Then, the problem is no longer a problem, although he does not like werewolves and even intends to pass the Werewolf Bill proposed by Umbridge.

But what does that matter?

Just cancel the unintroduced bill. If Dumbledore is willing to support werewolves, he and Dumbledore will support werewolves. Just use the so-called wolfsbane potion. After drinking it, Professor Lupine will become incompetent. Get hurt.

Thinking of this, he began to feel calm and called his secretary.

"Call Dolores for me, she and I have something to talk about."

"Yes, Minister."

Although this was a bit disrespectful to a Deputy Minister of Magic, neither Fudge nor the secretary felt there was anything wrong - the Deputy Minister was not because she was super capable, but because she was obedient enough. , able to fulfill the minister's requirements without compromise and by any means necessary.

Senior Undersecretary Umbridge was quickly called over, greeting Fudge in her usual high-pitched little girl voice.

"Good afternoon, Dolores."

Fudge stood up with a kind smile and said, "Please sit down."

"Remember your draft law about werewolves?"

"Yes, Minister."

“Stop it and do a draft that is more lenient than the current law.”

Fudge said this almost jokingly in a serious tone. However, Umbridge, who was sitting opposite, did not hesitate at all, as if she had not created those harsh and time-consuming laws.

“How far do I need to give in?”

"It would be nice if it looks more peaceful. By the way, we should communicate with the Daily Prophet. We need to let people slowly accept the fact that our batter Lupine is a werewolf in the next period of time."

"Yes, Minister."