June was the season when the weather began to grow hot.
As the end of term quietly approached, the sky seemed to echo it. The school had been tightly embraced by blazing sunlight for days, and the air was filled with an indescribable tension and anticipation.
It could be said that everyone's emotions were complicated and subtle.
The scenery beyond the castle grew ever more beautiful, but on the Hogwarts campus, gently brushed by the heatwave, young wizards found it difficult to enjoy the joy and freshness brought by summer—after all, everyone knew that June meant end-of-term exams, something nearly all young wizards dreaded facing.
Of course, there were a few exceptions.
For those young wizards who had been diligent without pause, who knew Magic Spells and ancient books by heart, the arrival of exam week was like a long-awaited feast ready to begin. Confidence shone in their eyes. Turning the hard work of countless days and nights into outstanding marks was what they looked forward to most during the entire term.
However, not everyone could face this trial with such calmness. Some young wizards, perhaps because they had crammed at the last minute, found themselves flustered before mountains of revision materials and convoluted Magical Theory. Their anxiety was impossible to hide, and this group made up slightly more than a few extra billion of Gryffindor House.
There were also young wizards hoping to use little tricks, such as having their families inquire about the exam questions in advance. They would soon experience, for the first time, what it felt like when their parents' connections failed to work.
No one could find out the exam questions beforehand. The descendants of Pureblood families were no exception. There were countless Slytherin students with ugly expressions who were then subjected to a round