Finals Week

Final exam week is fast approaching.

The atmosphere in the castle grew more tense each day, and little wizards could be seen everywhere in the corridors, holding notebooks and muttering to themselves.

Some people have such dark circles under their eyes that they look like they've been cursed, while others walk around clutching Ox-Horse Potion, guzzling it down their throats.

The library seats are full from morning till night, and even the corners of the corridors are occupied.

The Room of Requirement.

Lucien Tutoring Center is proceeding with the review program as planned.

The long table was covered with various notes and textbooks. After reviewing the overall outline, Lucien had Harry, Malfoy, and the others take turns explaining the subjects they were good at. This was both helping others review and reinforcing their own knowledge.

During the break, Ron looked at Hermione:

"Hermione, could I borrow your notes from History of Magic and Astronomy? From last semester?"

Hermione put down her quill and asked in confusion:

"From last semester?"

Ron helplessly spread his hands and sighed:

"I got it for Ginny. That girl..."

He shook his head, his face showing an expression that said, "My sister is a real handful."

Ron knew his sister well; she was a playful girl who always dragged her best friend Luna around, seemingly looking for something.

As he spoke, Ron fell into deep thought.

Should we bring that girl over next semester too?

Experience the bitterness of tutoring—oh no, experience the baptism of knowledge.

Of course, this requires Lucien's consent.

Mother would definitely approve; she'd love to see another academic star like Bill or Percy emerge in the family.

As for Ginny's own opinion— Ron believes that his younger sister is still too young to understand the importance of studying, and as her older brother, he has a responsibility to plan for her future!

Exams for all subjects have officially begun.

History of Magic, Astronomy, Potions Class, Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology...

After being bombarded with a series of exams, most of the young wizards were left with bruises and swelling.

The written exams for subjects like History of Magic are relatively easy; if you memorize the material well, you can answer them. However, Transfiguration, Charms, Potions Class all have practical components, and many people's hands tremble when they are waving their wands or brewing potions.

The only thing that could put the young wizard at ease was that there was no exam for Defense Against the Dark Arts this year.

Because Lockhart's abstract teaching was initially taught by Snape, and after the "Cauldron Attack Incident," the various house masters took turns teaching it.

The students were learning too many different things in a disorganized way, making it difficult to set up a unified test. So Professor McGonagall simply canceled the final exam for the course.

What will Defense Against the Dark Magic class be like next semester?

Is the new Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts normal?

How many months can the new professor stay?

Such discussions circulated in the corridors, the Great Hall, and the common rooms, serving as a welcome respite for the young wizards under the pressure of exams.

Emerging from the potion exam hall, the last exam was over.

Sunlight streamed onto the castle's stone slabs, making even the air feel lighter.

Hermione and Harry both looked relaxed. Potions were no problem for them.

Ron isn't as skilled at potions as they are, but with several top-notch tutors around, passing the test won't be a problem at all.

He stretched and couldn't help but complain:

"Surprisingly, Snape didn't wander around the exam hall like he did last year, causing everyone a lot of anxiety."

In previous years, during the potion-making final exam, in addition to ensuring the correctness of the potion-making steps, the young wizards also had to withstand the scrutiny from Snape.

When proctoring exams, Snape wouldn't verbally abuse anyone, but his gaze was like a bone-scraping knife, slowly wandering through the exam hall. Wherever it passed, the students in front of the crucibles tensed up, not daring to stir even vigorously.

Hearing Ron's complaints, Lucien secretly thought to himself, "Maybe the Old Bat is in a good mood because he's thinking about becoming a Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts next semester."

To endure darkness requires that one has never seen the light.

Unfortunately, Snape had already taught Defense Against the Dark Magic and experienced that sense of satisfaction.

But next semester...

Hopefully, Snape and Lupin won't fight.

The two hadn't gotten along since their student days, and now the added grudge of losing their jobs...

It seems we'll have to settle both old and new scores together.