Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 90 Mental Comfort (Likely a Detailed Explanation)

Robin, his mischievous side revealed, bent down and said in a seductive tone, "Yes, Ron Weasley has become a great hero admired by everyone. The incredibly sweet Lavender Brown personally made three large boxes of rainbow-colored macarons. When her idol refused to accept them, she forcefully pried open Ron's mouth and, ignoring his struggles, stuffed macarons into his mouth one after another."

Ron suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in terror, "No! I don't want macarons! Stop! Stop!"

Only after he finished yelling did he realize that the terrifying scene of being "force-fed" was just a dream.

"What time is it?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"4:25."

"Wow, you've been gone for four and a half hours. What did Filch make you do all this time?"

Robin, Harry, and Hermione gave a brief account of what had happened in the woods, and Ron, as the listener, was so shocked that his jaw never closed the entire time.

"In summary, Quirrell became a Death Eater because he wanted to get his hands on the Philosopher's Stone to help Voldemort make a comeback," Robin concluded.

"Luo Bin, don't say that name."

Ron looked around in horror, as if worried that the village bully had followed him into the lounge.

"Voldemort and his followers have infiltrated Hogwarts, yet we can't even speak his name?"

The thought that the people who had brutally murdered his parents were hiding in the Forbidden Forest made Harry lose control of his emotions, and some of the words he wanted to say came out as he spoke into the woods.

"Why are you yelling at me? I'm not the only one who's afraid to say or hear 'that person's' name."

"So, we can only sit and wait to die, wait for Quirrell to steal the Philosopher's Stone, wait for Voldemort to drink the elixir of immortality, wait for him to lead the Death Eaters back in force, and then kill me first. Yeah, he's been trying to kill me for over a decade."

Harry said emotionally.

"Harry, everyone says 'that person' is afraid of Albus Dumbledore, and as long as the headmaster is here, he won't lay a hand on you," Hermione advised.

"Don't forget, Dumbledore has a lot to deal with every day, and he can't possibly focus his attention on one person all the time."

Harry paced back and forth in front of the fire, his emotions running high and his body trembling.

Robin speculated that he was excited about discovering his destined nemesis and having a chance to avenge his parents, but he was also afraid of Voldemort's abilities and ferocious appearance.

"Robin, do you agree to give Harry some calming potion?" Hermione asked.

"No need, I have other methods."

Robin poured a glass of warm water and threw three hard candies into it. After the candies melted, he handed the glass to Harry.

"Have a glass of warm water to calm your nerves first, then we can discuss other things."

"I'm not surprised. Okay, I'll drink it."

After Harry finished drinking it in one gulp, he felt a warm current surge from his stomach to his lungs. Then, the warm current, along with emotions such as excitement, unease, and fear, seeped out from his pores.

His heart calmed down immediately, and he realized how out of line he had been.

"Ron, Hermione, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that."

"I didn't take your words to heart."

"If I can have two more chicken drumsticks tomorrow morning, I'll forgive you."

The group exchanged smiles, letting bygones be bygones. Luo Bin couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of a unicorn, its skills are incredibly effective."

"Alright, it's almost five o'clock. Let's call it a day. Let's rest up for a couple of days before facing exam week. After the exams, come with me to the hunting lodge. I have some questions I want to ask Hagrid."

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"It's a bit of a mess. I'll tell you more once I've sorted things out. Let's go back to the dorm and get some sleep."

"Okay, I'm so sleepy my eyelids are drooping."

Hermione muttered.

Afterwards, the four packed their things and quietly left the lounge.

In early June, exam week begins.

In the stuffy classroom, Luo Bin and his classmates gripped the quill pens distributed by the school and enchanted with anti-cheating spells, and scribbled down the answers to the various test questions.

The numerous classroom experiments demonstrate that Hogwarts values ​​not only theoretical teaching but also practical training. This is also reflected in its exams, which include both written and practical tests.

The practical exam for the Spells course involved making a green pineapple grow legs and dance a lively tap dance across a desk.

The practical exam for the transformation course involves turning a white mouse into a snuffbox. The examinee's score is linked to the exquisiteness of the snuffbox. If anyone's snuffbox has a mouse tail or whiskers, they will have their base points deducted.

The practical exam for Potions class involved concocting a potion of forgetfulness. During the exam, Snape, dressed entirely in black, would stride back and forth in the aisles, sometimes pausing behind the students with a cold, empty gaze that sent chills down their spines.

The practical exam for the herbal medicine class involved removing insects from cabbages and harvesting mushroom spores. The students' scores were linked to the strength of the cabbage leaves closing, the effectiveness of insect removal, and the purity of the spores.

For top students Robin and Hermione, both written and practical exams were a piece of cake; they simply followed the instructions in the books and did what the teachers taught.

But for Harry, Ron, and Neville, each exam felt like climbing a mountain.

During the practical exam in Charms class, Ron's green pineapple sprouted three legs and two arms, and even stood upright on one leg, performing a bizarre ballet on the table.

During the practical exam on Transfiguration, Neville transformed into a snuffbox that suddenly had four rat claws. After it rolled off the desk, it scurried around the classroom, causing a chorus of screams.

Neville chased it for a long time but couldn't catch up. In the end, Robin stomped on it with a quick and accurate kick, which prevented the Sword Saint from getting zero points.

Friday afternoon, the last exam, in a large classroom.

Robin frowned as he rapidly wrote down the achievements and personal charisma of Guspard Singleton, the inventor of the automatic stirring crucible, on the history of magic exam paper.

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After finishing writing, he put the cleaned quill pen into his pencil case, then rubbed his aching wrist and waited quietly for the closing bell to ring.

Thirty minutes later, a bell rang in the corridor outside. Professor Binns told the students to put down their quills and hand in their rolled-up parchments tied with red string.

The classroom erupted in cheers as everyone celebrated the end of the dreaded and hair-loss-inducing exams and their newfound freedom to play to their hearts' content for over two months.

After Robin and his group left the classroom, Hermione began her daily routine—reviewing the exam content.

"Sigh, I overestimated the difficulty of the exam. The werewolf behavior guidelines I memorized and the history of the 17th-18th century elf rebellion were not on the test."

"Hermione, the textbook is 3cm thick, and the parchment scrolls are only a few centimeters thick. It's impossible for every point to be tested, but it's never a bad thing to have more knowledge stored in your mind," Robin comforted her.

(End of this chapter)