Chapter 219 Final Exam

Speaking of Quidditch, Hagrid suddenly noticed that Kyle was wearing the team uniform, and then he remembered that today seemed to be a game between Hufflepuff and Slytherin.

But the game has already started, and Kyle, as the team's chaser, appears here. Doesn't this mean...

"Sorry, Kyle." Hagrid said with some guilt: "It's all because of me that you missed the last game!"

"It doesn't matter..." Kyle waved his hand and said, "As long as Noble is not discovered, it will be fine. We are now more than 300 points ahead of the second place. Winning or losing is not that important. I just treat it as lazy."

…

The two walked towards the Quidditch pitch one behind the other.

Due to some force majeure that even magic couldn't explain, the game had just ended when they arrived.

Kyle glanced at the scoreboard.

170:70

Hufflepuff wins!

Although due to the absence of Kyle, the weak Harris was unable to support himself and was no match for Slytherin, but they still had Cedric.

When Kyle walked out of the tunnel, he happened to see Cedric standing on the court with his arms raised.

And between his fingers, a golden stream of light loomed.

Deafening cheers came from the stands, and everyone was celebrating Hufflepuff's early victory.

Five hundred and sixty points, this score is like a big mountain in front of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, it is almost impossible to surpass.

Unless they fix the match.

Hagrid also cheered along with the crowd.

Seeing Hufflepuff win made him feel a lot better.

Kyle came to the locker room alone.

Originally, he was still hesitating about how to explain his sudden departure from the team to others, but in the end, no one asked at all.

They just gave Kyle a friendly pat on the shoulder, as usual.

"Don't worry." Harris came over and whispered: "We all know that you must have more important things to do!"

Then he laughed twice more,

"Be happy, we won!"

"That's right." Philo echoed with a smile: "Unless Gryffindor and Ravenclaw can score forty goals in the next game, this year's championship will definitely be ours!"

This game is the last carnival before the exam.

That night, the party in the Hufflepuff common room lasted until midnight.

Harris, who had previously claimed that he had an incredible amount of alcohol and could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, after finishing his third bottle of butterbeer, he lay down on the table and couldn't get up.

Several senior Quidditch players stood up and carried him back to the dormitory skillfully.

Kyle looked at this scene and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with him?"

"Oh, drunk." Philo said calmly.

"Can you get drunk with butterbeer?" Kyle said in disbelief: "Is there really beer in there?"

He always thought it was a drink similar to hot cocoa.

"Yes, but those beers have been boiled in advance to add a little flavor."

At this time, a freshman with braids said: "Someone in my family can make butterbeer. I saw it with my own eyes."

"That's right, so if you are a very bad drinker, you will still get drunk even if you drink butterbeer." Ferro said with a smile: "Just like Harris, he can only drink two drinks at ordinary times, and he will not be able to drink more than one sip." "

“I remember when he went to Hogsmeade for the first time in third grade, he fell asleep on the Three Broomsticks without any warning.

Ms. Rosmerta was so horrified that she thought there was something wrong with her butterbeer. "

Kyle laughed twice.

Boiled beer can make you drunk. With this amount of alcohol... isn't it good to drink pumpkin juice?

After Harris got drunk, the banquet ended quickly, and people dispersed and returned to their dormitories.

…

After the carnival, what awaits them is still endless review.

The exam is getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere in the castle is getting more and more tense. People have no time to think about Quidditch anymore. Almost everywhere they go, they can see students doing their homework.

The learning atmosphere at Hogwarts is at an all-time high.

Even Harry and Ron temporarily gave up investigating Snape and started studying hard in the library with Hermione.

It's just that Hermione is reviewing, while Harry and Ron are previewing.

In this tense atmosphere, exam week is coming soon.

For Kyle, the second grade exam was not difficult at all. It only took him ten minutes to complete the written test.

But Professor McGonagall did not allow him to hand in the paper in advance, on the grounds that it would prevent him from passing on the answers to others.

That's right, Professor McGonagall failed to supervise the senior year exam again this year, which made her very dissatisfied after looking forward to the whole school year, and silently complained about Dumbledore several times in her heart.

She raised her head and looked around the classroom.

How should I put it, this year's students were a little too well-behaved. She only confiscated five cheating items before the exam, and her gains were more than half of last year.

This made Professor McGonagall even more disappointed.

Anyway, she had nothing to do, so she simply came behind Kyle and looked at his paper.

Many people noticed that Professor McGonagall's face suddenly became serious, and he was shaking his head while looking at it.

"Did Kyle fail the test this time?"

People have different expressions, some are nervous, some are regretful, some are excited...

However, Kyle didn't care much, mainly because he couldn't see Professor McGonagall's expression from his position.

After finally getting through the written test, the practical operation that followed was much more enjoyable.

Professor Flitwick cast a spell on a pineapple, asking them to guess what the spell was and then restore the pineapple to its original state.

When it was Kyle's turn, he deliberately increased the difficulty.

The pineapple suddenly grew legs, then jumped off the table and ran quickly on the ground.

"You have three chances." Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "But you can only stand still."

The pineapple with legs is very flexible. Every time Kyle was about to chant a spell, it would immediately change direction.

The spell failed twice, and Kyle looked at Professor Flitwick helplessly.

No need to think, it must be him who did it.

But Professor Flitwick seemed to know nothing, still smiling calmly: "There is only one last chance..."

"No way." Kyle took a deep breath, and then a layer of orange light lit up on his wand...

"Wait, wait..." Professor Flitwick's pupils shrank, and he quickly stopped him.

"The Transfiguration exam is taking place next door, and this spell will affect others."

"Then the exam..."

"You passed." Professor Flitwick said with a smile.

In fact, he had already given Kyle full marks, and those just now were just his personal bad taste.

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