I was inventing at Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses, frowned and shouted, "Be quiet when I leave. No whispering."

She stared at Harry and Ron with dignity for a while, regarding the two little wizards as well-behaved quails, and then nodded with satisfaction and went out.

Professor McGonagall just went out and closed the door in the classroom.

With a crisp "click" sound, in the silent classroom, the little wizards looked at each other nervously.

Is Professor McGonagall gone?

It seems to be gone.

There was a loud discussion in the classroom, and every little wizard was actively discussing what happened.

Neville failed in this exam and transformed into a half-mouse, half-wooden monster.

Professor McGonagall was so frightened that she quickly changed the mouse back to prevent the mouse from being too painful.

There is no doubt that Neville failed the exam this time and will probably only get a D or T.

Dreadful(D)

Terrible Troll (T)

Although Professor McGonagall is strict, she rarely gives such low marks. Unlike Professor Snape, she simply failed in wholesale.

Neville had been crying since the end of the exam. Fortunately, Professor Flitwick diverted his attention.

Otherwise, Rigg and the others were really worried that Neville's eyes, which were weeping like faucets, would cause Neville to become dehydrated from crying.

Neville sobbed and said, "I think Professor Flitwick must be trying to complain to Professor McGonagall about our poor exam results."

Professor Flitwick's exam was too difficult. As soon as Neville came out, he asked around and found that no one knew how to do it, so he felt relieved.

Rigg shook his head and said, "I don't think it has anything to do with the exam."

After Professor McGonagall left, he came over and sat next to Hermione.

Hermione blushed with embarrassment and asked Rigg in a low voice if he wanted to change positions so as not to be misunderstood by others.

Rigg looked around. Hermione's roommate Patil was winking at him, and other witches were also paying attention.

It's different with wizards.

As soon as Rigg came over, everything was cool, and Rigg saw several thumbs up.

Ron said enviously that he didn't know when Rigg would be able to make him a plate with a photo of him winning wizard chess.

Ron swore that if one were made for him, he would definitely convince Mrs. Weasley to hang it in their living room for every guest to see.

The wizards only felt that the witches were too noisy and that people's joys and sorrows were not connected to each other.

The little wizards discussed it for a long time, but Professor McGonagall didn't come back.

When the first little wizard couldn't bear the hunger, he became worried and ran away.

One after another, other little wizards also left.

Although Professor McGonagall didn't tell them to leave, everyone left.

Rigg kept frowning on the way to the auditorium, not happy at all about passing the exam.

He whispered his guess to the other three.

If Quirrell wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone, then the best time for him to do it is when all the professors are taking exams or invigilating exams.

Professor Flitwick suddenly came to see Professor McGonagall today, and Rigg could see clearly because he was at the door.

There was no smile on Professor Flitwick's face, which was very different from his usual appearance.

Rigg wanted to take a look in the corridor, but neither Hermione nor Ron agreed.

Yes, Ron actually disagreed.

Ron looked at Rigg as if he were looking at a monster. His eyes widened and his red hair became even more dazzling.

"Tomorrow afternoon is the History of Magic exam." Ron wanted to shake Rigg's head and pour the water out of his mind.

"Hermione has been asking us to review the History of Magic for so long. The papers we have done are higher than Professor Flitwick's."

Ron shook his head and said, "Even if there are ten trolls in the classroom tomorrow, I still have to finish writing the history of magic paper."

Moreover, History of Magic is the subject in which Ron is most certain to get an E. Even with an E, he can compete with Mrs. Weasley, which proves that he has really studied hard.

Harry hesitated for a long time and finally said: "Sorry Rigg, I don't want to go on a night out today either."

"You know, there's a Potions test tomorrow morning." Harry said with a frown.

Although even if he went, Snape would at most give him a pass.

But if he didn't go or didn't think about it because he was in a bad state, Snape would happily give him the worst T.

Quidditch requires nothing from its players.

But Professor McGonagall has very high requirements for them, and only players who pass all subjects can play.

Otherwise, even if Harry failed everything, his grades would not matter.

Rigg finally looked at Hermione, who hesitated for a long time but couldn't say what she wanted to do for a night out.

He shook his head helplessly and gave up.

The four of them each have their own strengths, and they are a well-integrated team.

Everyone has their own strengths.

If he had to go on a night tour by himself, Rigg felt that he wouldn't be able to pass the Wizard's Chess and the Trolls.

That night, Rigg kept thinking about that corridor and Quirrell. He tossed and turned for a long time without falling asleep.

It wasn't until a big tail blocked his eyes that he closed his eyes and stopped thinking and fell asleep.

The next day was a painful day.

During the Potions exam, every little wizard in the classroom tried their best to recall the procedures for preparing the Forgetting Potion.

Snape stood behind them and watched closely. Rigg was almost nervous, not to mention the other little wizards who were not good at learning.

Harry dropped a bunch of weighing plates and glass bottles, making a clattering sound.

As soon as Rigg looked up, he saw Harry hurriedly clearing the table, even touching his silver knife to the ground.

Behind them, Professor Snape scoffed, and Harry could feel his breath on the back of his neck.

Harry became even more nervous and almost poured away the finished potion again.

With Harry attracting Snape's attention, the other young wizards felt much better.

Harry was crying when he finally handed over the potion, and Snape didn't say whether his potion would work.

As soon as he left the classroom, Harry discussed with Rigg and Ron that he might need to go to Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, to tell him the unfortunate news.

The last subject is the history of magic.

When the ghost of Professor Binns told them to put down their quills and roll up their answer parchments, Ron laughed and announced that he thought he could get an O.

"It's much easier than I originally thought," Hermione said with some chagrin as they followed the crowd to the sunny field outside. "I don't actually need to remember the werewolf behavior of 1637. Code', and what happened to the elf rebellion."

Hermione really regretted reviewing History of Magic so many times when even Ron could get good grades.

She should have read her Charms notes more often.

Ron praised Hermione all the way, which used up the vocabulary he had accumulated for more than ten years. By the time he came outside the castle, he had no new words at all.

There are already many little wizards standing on the lawn at this moment, and everyone wants to relax after taking the exam.

Several little wizards were chasing and playing around the black lake, and there were people around cheering them on.

Rige also did well in the exam. This day's exam almost made him forget about yesterday's worries.

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Everyone heard the loud noise coming from the castle.

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