I Support All Your Decisions, and I Hope You Take Your Talents Elsewhere (Thanks to the Alliance Leader!)

Life in the new term was far busier than Harley had imagined. After all, she was already in her fifth year and would be taking her first major examination in the wizarding world.

During the Ordinary Wizarding Levels and Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests, the workload for fifth- and seventh-year students increased dramatically.

Seventh-year wizards had it a little better. Most professors only admitted students with E or O grades in their O.W.L.s into their advanced classes during sixth year. Professors like Snape only accepted students with O grades.

Only professors with generally poor reputations, such as Trelawney and Hagrid, would reluctantly accept students with A grades into their advanced classes, lest they face the awkward situation of having no one enroll.

Meanwhile, Hogwarts under Dumbledore had always practiced a cheerful educational approach. Naturally, the grades of most students who had spent five whole years playing around without studying much were too dreadful to look at.

Most students could only earn five or six certificates, and a third of those would merely be passing grades—an A.

Students like the Weasley Twins, who could earn E or even O grades in three subjects, would have been considered exceptionally good children in any other wizarding family if they were not compared to their several absurdly high-achieving brothers.

Under such circumstances, most sixth-year students only chose three or four subjects. Some members of pure-blood families even studied only one or two, treating a diploma as all they needed to complete their mission.

After all, if they could not find jobs, they would just go home and inherit the family businesses in Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley.

So even with the greatly increased workload, seventh-year students could still handle the pressure.

But for fifth-year students who had been slacking off for ages, having their workload