"You'll find out then. Don't worry, nothing will go wrong. I can guarantee it."
Manus smiled mysteriously. Bellows could not pry any details out of him, so he could only give him his home address first.
Hopefully, Manus would bring a Portkey that could take them somewhere safe as a precaution. Otherwise, they might end up feeding sharks in the Pacific Ocean together...
For some Hogwarts students, the final stretch of the term passed especially quickly.
The time between deciding to revise and actually taking the exams seemed not to exist at all. They had barely read a few pages of the books they picked up before they were already standing outside the examination hall.
"I'm afraid I won't get an O in Defense Against the Dark Arts this year."
Bellows lamented quietly.
"Professor Hicks taught us for a few classes before leaving, and Professor Staky died outright after teaching us for a few more. For half the year, different professors took turns teaching us..."
Although those professors had all been diligent and had covered the entire third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts curriculum without missing anything, there was no hope of ensuring continuity between their lessons.
There were even conflicting parts, where the professors had expanded upon the textbook material. The books offered no standard answers for those.
A wizard's magic was highly subjective. The more powerful the wizard, the more subjective their spellcasting became, and all the professors who had taught them Defense Against the Dark Arts were among the best of wizards.
This made the final revision period miserable for students who were organized and capable of learning these things, but not powerful enough to completely turn other people's methods into their own.
"The professors will take the real circumstances into account when grading. What happened this