Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 219 Final Exam
Speaking of Quidditch, Hagrid suddenly noticed that Kyle had come in his team uniform, and it occurred to him that today seemed to be the match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin.

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

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

"It doesn't matter..." Kyle waved his hand and said, "As long as Noble is not discovered, we are now ahead of No. 2300 points. Winning or losing is not that important, so I will take it as a lazy one."

……

The two walked towards the Quidditch pitch in tandem.

Because of some kind of force majeure that even magic can't explain, when they arrived, the game had just ended.

Kyle glanced at the scoreboard.

170:70
Hufflepuff wins!

Although the weak Harris was alone because of Kyle's absence and was no match for Slytherin at all, they still had Cedric.

When Kyle walked out of the tunnel, he saw Cedric standing on the field with his arms raised.

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

There was a deafening cheer from the stands, all celebrating Hufflepuff's early win.

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

Unless they play fake games.

Hagrid joined in the cheering of the crowd.

Seeing Hufflepuff win made him feel a lot better.

Kyle came to the locker room alone.

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

They just patted Kyle on the shoulder in a friendly manner, just as usual.

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

Then he laughed again,
"Be happy, we won!"

"That's right." Fei Luo also echoed with a smile: "Unless Gryffindor and Ravenclaw can score forty goals in the next game, otherwise this year's championship must still be ours!"

This game is the last carnival before the exam.

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

Harris, who had previously claimed that he could drink so much that he could drink a thousand glasses without getting drunk, lay down on the table and couldn't get up after drinking the third bottle of butter beer.

Several senior Quidditch players stood up without any surprise, and carried him back to the dormitory skillfully.

Kyle looked at this scene and asked suspiciously, "What happened to him?"

"Oh, I'm drunk." Fei Luo said calmly.

"Can you get drunk with butter beer?" Kyle said incredulously, "Is there really beer in there?"

He'd always thought it was something like hot cocoa.

"Yes, but those beers are pre-boiled for a little flavor."

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

"That's right, so if you are a person with a bad alcohol capacity, you will get drunk even if you drink butter beer." Fei Luo said with a smile: "Just like Harris, he can only drink two glasses at ordinary times, and one more sip is enough. .”

"I remember when he went to Hogsmeade for the first time in his third year, he fell asleep on the three broomsticks without warning.

Ms. Rosmerta was so horrified that she thought her butterbeer was the problem. "

Kyle laughed dryly.

Boiled beer can be drunk, this amount of alcohol...isn't it good to drink pumpkin juice?

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

……

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

The exam was getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere in the castle was getting more and more tense. People had no time to think about Quidditch, and they could see students memorizing almost everywhere they went.

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, and Harry and Ron are previewing.

In this tense atmosphere, exam week is fast approaching.

For Kyle, the second-grade exam was not difficult at all, and he completed the written exam in only ten minutes.

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

That's right, Professor McGonagall failed to invigilate the senior year again this year, which made her very dissatisfied who had been looking forward to the school year, and silently complained to Dumbledore several times in her heart.

She raised her head and looked around the classroom.

How should I put it, this year's students are a little too well-behaved, and she only confiscated five cheating items before the exam, and her harvest has shrunk by more than half compared to last year.

This made Professor McGonagall even more disappointed.

Anyway, being idle was idle, so she simply came behind Kyle and looked at his papers.

Many people noticed that Professor McGonagall's face suddenly became serious, and he shook his head while watching.

"Did Kyle fail the exam this time?"

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

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

After finally getting through the written test, the next practical operation will be much more enjoyable.

Professor Flitwick casts a spell on a pineapple and asks them to guess what the spell is, and then restore the pineapple to its original shape.

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

Pineapple suddenly grew legs, 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 where you are."

The pineapple with legs is very flexible, and every time Kyle is about to chant a spell, it will immediately change its direction.

The two spells failed, and Kyle looked at Professor Flitwick helplessly.

Don't think about it, it must be his fault.

But Professor Flitwick still smiled calmly as if he didn't know anything: "There is only one last chance left..."

"There is no way." Kyle took a deep breath, and then a layer of orange light lit up on the wand...

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

"The Transfiguration test is being conducted next door, and this spell will affect others."

"The exam..."

"You passed." Professor Flitwick said amusedly.

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

……

(End of this chapter)