Chapter 341 OWLs Exam

Chapter 341 O.W.Ls Exam

This year's final exams were originally scheduled for the first day of June, but Umbridge has been in the school and - to use Professor Kettleburn's words - sniffing, digging, and stirring up everything. Teaching plans have been affected to varying degrees, so professors unanimously agreed to postpone exams until the end of June. That is to say, while other grade students were still walking in the hot sunshine, the fifth and seventh grade students were the first to usher in their O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts.

Anthony received the specific exam schedule one morning. The owls that delivered letters from the Examination Board lurked among the owls delivering parcels and morning newspapers, but the way they landed in front of all the professors at the same time still attracted the attention of some students, especially when one of them tried to escape from Dumbledore's When he drank something from the goblet, it fell into Professor McGonagall's plate.

The first O.W.Ls exam was scheduled for Monday morning, which was Charms Theory; the Muggle Studies exam was from two o'clock to five-thirty on Friday afternoon.

For Anthony, the arrangement was far from perfect, as students were more likely to get sleepy during afternoon exams, and any frustration and bad temper they had built up throughout the week would be carried over to the Muggle Studies exam room. But to his satisfaction, Friday morning's subject was Ancient Runes, not History of Magic as they had predicted. If students were asked to answer questions about the Goblin Rebellion of the Eighteenth Century and then discuss the Industrial Revolution, their answers might become unnecessarily interesting.

"Charms is the first subject every year." Professor Flitwick put aside the exam schedule and looked satisfied. "I like this. Are you free to invigilate the Charms Theory test, Pomona?"

"What day is that?" said Professor Sprout. "Oh, no, that happens to be the day when the devil's net blooms. I need to go over and make sure they don't hang each other."

Lockhart said: "What if——"

Professor McGonagall said, "I'll go ahead, Filius. Do you have time to supervise the Transfiguration test, Pomona?" She seemed unaware that she had interrupted Lockhart.

"No problem," said Professor Sprout. "As for herbalism—"

Lockhart said: "I think——"

"Filius?" Professor Sprout asked with a smile.

"It's my pleasure, Pomona, my pleasure," said Professor Flitwick cheerfully.

Until after breakfast, the professors were still discussing the invigilators. In the end, among the remaining compulsory subjects, Potions will be proctored by Professor Kettleburn, Astronomy will be proctored by Professor Bubbaji, History of Magic will be proctored by Professor Sinistra, and Defense Against the Dark Arts was actually assigned to Anthony.

"After all, after reading so many of my books, he also has some basic understanding of how to deal with dark creatures!" Lockhart embraced Anthony with a cheerful expression and walked through the students (they looked at him curiously while getting out of the way) professors), "In fact, I'm surprised that some of you still don't know how to properly break the vampire's curse! You can find out about that in Traveling with a Vampire..."

For reasons well known to everyone - and very, very good - neither Snape nor Lockhart were assigned to any invigilated subjects.

Lockhart eventually admitted that his dazzling charm might indeed distract students from taking exams if he showed up. Snape even seemed proud of himself for being exempted from invigilation, and only sneered sarcastically when Professor McGonagall agreed to allow Anthony to invigilate the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam, but considering that he often did this, the professors did not say too much Pay attention to him. Anthony very rationally believed that Snape would not be much happy if the result of the negotiation was to let him invigilate the Potions exam.

…

The examiners visited Hogwarts the day before the Charms exam.

They came at supper time. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall greeted them and introduced them to how the Great Hall, which was about to be used as an examination room, would be decorated, while chatting about other topics.

Like the other professors, Anthony was still sitting on the staff bench, chewing lamb chops, drinking pumpkin juice, and pretending not to notice Dumbledore's voice coming from the hall, even though he knew very well that the examiners had arrived at the school. , and did not notice Professor McGonagall's sudden departure, or the fact that her bun was tighter and more meticulous than before.

Umbridge also left briefly for a while, but she came back soon, looking unhappy. At the end of the dinner, the examiners passed by the door of the auditorium again. One of the examiners waved Professor Bubbaji over, and Umbridge's face became even more ugly.

Maybe Anthony was looking over there too obviously. Professor Flitwick, who was sitting next to him, while putting a piece of bread on his plate, told him quickly in a low voice: "The one talking to Caredi is TOEFL." Professor Dee.”

Anthony glanced quickly that way again. Professor Tofty is a short old wizard, with his back slightly hunched, and his sparse gray hair glowing golden under the light of the torch.

"He was a great duelist, and I studied a lot of his tactics when I first started dueling wizards," Professor Flitwick said respectfully. "Some of them I still teach my students now - the ear-cramping charm is far more useful than people usually realize - oh, the one speaking now is Professor Griselda Marchbank, you know, the head of the Examination Authority, and Caridi's former boss."

Professor Marchbank asked something, and Professor Bubbage smiled, leaned forward slightly, and answered her. Professor Marchbank seemed dissatisfied and shook her head, but everyone around them laughed.

Dumbledore also said something lightly, which made the old wizards laugh even more happily. Professor Marchbank nodded, and finally said a few words to Professor Bubbage, and then walked out the door with Dumbledore. Professor Tofty walked at the end of all the examiners, talking with Professor McGonagall with interest, gesturing at the statue in the corner.

When all the examiners disappeared from the door of the auditorium, Professor Bubbage also returned to the staff seat.

"This year's questions won't be too easy." She whispered as she passed Anthony's seat.

Anthony thought for a moment and asked, "Is it because of the Muggle Protection Act?"

Professor Bubbage sat back in her seat and didn't answer him.

Anthony leaned over and saw the smile on her lips. He breathed a sigh of relief: anyway, if the questions in Muggle Studies became difficult just because of the Muggle Protection Act, it was probably not to study some Muggles who had died long ago.

He knew that his students were least good at Muggle history, followed by Muggle technology, but if they examined the daily life of contemporary British Muggles, he was even confident that he would let them try N.E.W.T.s... Of course, just try.

...

Because the fifth and seventh grades were taking exams, the hall was sealed by magic and was only open during mealtimes. Students all knew that this was a serious matter, and even if they didn't have classes, they would deliberately avoid that place when they were strolling around. Only the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan said they had secretly hidden a few Screaming Pumpkins in the corner of the Great Hall, but all the house-elves told the professor that the three Gryffindors were just scaring people. The Great Hall was so clean that there was not a single pumpkin beard to be found, and there were no other screaming plants in Hogwarts except the mandrake.

The examiners always appeared at the oak door of Hogwarts just before the exam, and left the castle within a few minutes after the exam, sometimes taking away a box of parchment with various brain-wracking answers, and sometimes taking tea and snacks made with great effort by the house-elves.

Before the Muggle Studies exam, Anthony deliberately returned to the door of the Great Hall and saw students wandering around the Great Hall from a distance, or standing by the wall, mumbling to their notebooks and torches, or gathering with friends and talking in low voices.

"Professor Anthony!" Ian stood up suddenly from the stairs. A pile of empty chocolate frog wrappers fell off his wizard robes.

Anthony walked over quickly: "Good afternoon, Mr. Williams." He stood at the bottom of the steps, and several packages rolled to his feet. Anthony bent down to pick them up and found that all the pictures inside had been taken away.

Ian hurriedly stuffed the wrapping paper into his pocket: "Professor, why are you-I mean, are we-uh, anyway, is everything okay?"

Anthony smiled: "That's what I want to ask you, Mr. Williams. Is everything okay?"

"It can't be worse-I mean, how bad can it be? It's fine, professor."

At this time, many people have noticed Anthony. Several students who are usually more active came over: "Professor Anthony, what happened?" Other students who lingered near the stairs also looked at them quietly.

Anthony realized that he might have brought more pressure to this group of fifth-year students. Professors usually don't seem to appear in front of students before their O.W.Ls exams.

"No, everything is fine." He waved his hand to the students around him in a soothing manner, "Well - I just want to go to Hogsmeade Village, and then I saw you all gathered here."

"Okay, Professor." A student said a little disappointedly, "I thought you were going to tell us something."

"Like?" Anthony asked curiously.

Cormag, from Gryffindor, cautiously tried: "Like the answers to the exams."

Anne, from Ravenclaw, suggested rationally: "Like important knowledge points."

Ian, from Hufflepuff, looked at Anthony expectantly: "Like the afternoon exams are cancelled."

"Like everyone will fail, haha! Crying, throwing things, breaking arms, and staying in the school hospital!"

"Go away, Peeves!"

Peeves laughed, made faces, and disappeared with a loud noise like a fart.

"Well, then I'll tell you something." Anthony said, looking at his first batch of students facing O.W.Ls, "That is, I know - Muggles know - a spell that can help us get good luck before the exam. Everyone come here!"

The students slowly gathered.

"The mantra is like this: It's incredible, I feel very good today." Anthony nodded, "It's a bit long, I know. You don't have to say it out loud, just repeat it in your mind - I feel very good today. - and you really believe it will happen, just like you do before you say other spells - I am clear-headed, calm and ready to face any problem - then the magic works and you find that you really are like this of."

The students looked at him.

"Any questions?"

Anne asked disappointedly: "Isn't there a summary of knowledge points, Professor Anthony?"

"No, because that's what we've been doing for so long," Anthony said. "Everything I think you should master has been repeated over and over again in class. From what I know about you, I think what you need most right now is to stay calm and focused. Any other questions?”

"Will you teach advanced classes next year?" asked a student standing in the outer circle, "sixth grade?"

"If nothing else, the professor teaching the seventh grade class will still be Professor Bubbaji." She can provide a large number of Muggle Studies-related internship positions for the seventh grade students. "However, due to her busy work, I will probably be responsible for the sixth grade students." Muggle Studies for the first grade?"

"What are the minimum grade requirements to enter advanced classes?"

"A (acceptable) is acceptable." Anthony said, "If there is a good reason, we can discuss other standards, but I think this grade should not be a limit for you. Okay. , don’t let me take up too much of your time, just do what you are doing. Finally, I repeat, you all feel very good today.”

He smiled at the students and waved them away, while he walked towards the gate, pretending that he really was going to Hogsmeade.

"Professor Anthony?" A student called him hesitantly at the door.

"What's wrong?"

"I just want you to know that if - even - we don't do well in the exam, it doesn't mean that you are not a good teacher." The student said very seriously, "You are no worse than Professor Bubaji."

Anthony was stunned for a moment and smiled: "I know."

"We will work hard to do well in the exam, professor." Another student came over and said.

"I know." Anthony repeated, "I also think I did a pretty good job, because you all make me very proud. It has nothing to do with the results - all the people who come into contact with you in practical activities, those Muggles, are Thought you were a bunch of smart, friendly, wonderful students who passed the Muggle test long before the wizard's test."

The two students looked at each other. Suddenly a voice came from beside them: "So, is there any reward, Professor Anthony?"

Anthony looked over and saw that it was Midgen.

Midgen said with some guilt: "I can also guarantee that my Muggle Studies O.W.L. will be E or above, Professor."

"What do you want to say, Miss Midgan?" Anthony asked amusedly.

"Practical activity!" Midgen said immediately. "Can we have another practical activity, Professor Anthony?"

"I'll think about it carefully," Anthony said.

Midgan asked expectantly: "So, can I pet your cat after the exam, Professor Anthony?"

"I'm happy to say yes, but I'm worried that the cat's answer will be no, a million nos." Anthony smiled, "You can try it later, but now it's better to take the exam." He gestured to the students to look behind them . The door to the auditorium slowly opened.