"Jerry, something happened! While I was in detention last night, I saw a terrifying figure hunting unicorns!"
Early that morning, Harry, Ron, and Neville ran over to Jerry and told him what had happened during detention the night before.
Jerry wondered to himself whether Voldemort might actually be an honest, decent man after all.
Voldemort had paid him for the Blood Magic Curse, but Jerry had withheld the Life-Soul Potion. So much time had passed, yet Voldemort had never come to collect it! Instead, he risked discovery every day, going to the Forbidden Forest to hunt unicorns himself.
Damn. When I put it that way, aren't I bullying the hell out of him?
Exam week brought a tense atmosphere over the entire school.
Summer vacation was approaching, and the weather had turned oppressively hot. Even the air felt heavy, making the large examination rooms unbearable.
The students sat in their classrooms holding the new Quills their professors had issued specifically for the exams.
Each Quill had an anti-cheating charm on it, preventing students from using magic to cheat and keeping the exams fair.
Hogwarts exams included practical tests as well as written ones.
Charms Class, Transfiguration, and Potions Class were among them.
For the Charms Class exam, Professor Flitwick called students into the classroom one by one and asked them to make a pineapple tap-dance across a desk.
The task looked simple, but it required a certain level of magical skill and control.
Completing it successfully, let alone earning high marks, was no easy feat.
Professor McGonagall's exam was more interesting. She asked the students to turn a rat into a snuffbox.
The more complete and finely made the snuffbox, the higher the score.
But any rat-like features left on it, such as whiskers or a tail, would cost