There was a little over a week left before the final exams.
Even with the constant news of Voldemort coming in from outside, the young wizards at Hogwarts still had to devote more of their energy to preparing for their exams.
Especially the fifth- and seventh-year students.
Their Wizard Level Examinations came a little earlier than the final exams and were already just around the corner.
Even Ravenclaw's top students were starting to look nervous.
Qiu, for instance, had spent the last couple of days carrying several hefty volumes wherever she went, seemingly memorizing material at all times and opening them now and then for another look.
Sometimes she looked delighted after checking, but at other times she frowned slightly.
By comparison, the sixth-year students had things much easier.
Harry, for instance, spent his days idling about.
He thought he could scrape a pass at worst in every subject he had chosen that year, so he had nothing to worry about at all.
By comparison, Voldemort's affairs worried him rather more.
Voldemort had caused quite a stir in France and had even abducted the wandmaker Selerus.
This had greatly angered the French Wizarding World. Not only the Ministry of Magic but reportedly even the Xilieikesi family, the true uncrowned rulers of the French Wizarding World, had taken action.
But Voldemort's power was beyond question.
Even though the French Ministry of Magic had cast a vast net to hunt him down and cut off his escape, they had ultimately failed to harm him in the slightest.
They had found him several times, but he had escaped in the end each time.
Harry was not surprised that Voldemort could escape their pursuit.
He had experienced Voldemort's strength himself. If a wizard that powerful was intent on escaping, catching him would be extremely