The End of Term

As June arrived, the days became hot and humid with clear, cloudless skies.

Everyone just wanted to go for a walk outdoors, bring a few pints of chilled Pumpkin Juice, and fall in love on the grass;

Or you could play a game of stone-throwing that has lost its sophisticated appeal, where the loser has to take off a piece of clothing, and so on, until they are completely naked;

Alternatively, one could sit by the Black Lake and wait for the Dragon King to come out and spout water.

But they can't do that.

With exams approaching, the students had no choice but to stay in the castle, enduring the allure of the summer breeze blowing in from the windows, forcing their brains to study hard.

Everyone else was diligently studying, but William was doing nothing, spending his days crafting various alchemical items.

What's the difference between a top student and a genius student?

Those who study hard all day and still get high scores are top students; those who don't study all day and still get high scores... those are geniuses.

In everyone's eyes, William had already reached the level of a genius.

However, William knew he wasn't a genius.

But this didn't stop him; he planned to play for a month first, and then return to his studies during the summer vacation.

As for exams... when your level has far surpassed that of graduating students, would you still care about second-year exams?

Hermione, on the other hand, had been planning to study since Christmas and had reviewed each subject several times since Easter, yet she was still working overtime.

She hoped that she could get perfect scores in all subjects, just like William in the first grade.

Look, what excuse could a student like this possibly have for not succeeding?

William truly witnessed firsthand Hermione's many outstanding qualities.

Can you believe that such an outstanding child doesn't have many friends?

It's just that Hermione lacks Emotional Intelligence; otherwise, she could have attracted a lot of admirers simply by using her academic notes as a strategic resource.

And what about Harry and Ron? They had no awareness of being academic underachievers at all. They were just slacking off the whole time, leisurely and carefree. The time they spent reading was less than the time they spent daydreaming.

No wonder, if a poor student becomes self-disciplined, would they still be a poor student?

In addition to reviewing, Hermione also collected William's first-year test questions.

Although William told her it was useless, as many of the points tested last year wouldn't be tested the following year, Hermione still stubbornly reviewed them several times.

This reminded William that he planned to offer paid recollections of the exam questions after the exam.

He compiled all the questions from all six grades and sold them to students as past exam papers.

Collect past exam questions, and of course, don't forget about cheating tools.

William made many Auto-Answer Quill, Remembrall, Detachable Cribbing Cuff, and Self-Correcting Ink.

The students went crazy buying them; after all, cheating was very tempting for them.

But this only provides psychological comfort; the school will take strict precautions against it, and every exam paper is protected with particularly strict Anti-Cheating Charm.

The professors also seemed to have superhuman eyes, preventing anyone from bringing in cheating devices.

Soon, it was time for the exam.

Unsurprisingly, the Defence Against Dark Magic exam was cancelled.

This marks the second consecutive year that Hogwarts has cancelled its programs. From a teaching perspective, the quality of students in recent years has not been very high.

They first took a written exam, and then there was an applied exam.

Professor Flitwick called the students into the classroom and had them use the Flying Charm to control the key to fly in a complex environment.

For a moment, the entire classroom was filled with keys.

Clearly, everyone mistook this for flying on a sword.

William controlled fourteen keys by himself, forming Quidditch match, and Professor Flitwick gave him a perfect score on the spot.

During the Transfiguration exam, Professor McGonagall gave everyone several pebbles and asked them to transform them into tables and chairs.

The prettier the tables and chairs, the higher the score.

William conjured up a sofa and then a high-class mahjong table.

It's a pity Professor McGonagall doesn't know how to play mahjong, otherwise we could have gotten together for a few rounds.

When taking the Potions, everyone frantically tried to recall the steps for Hair-Raising Potion.

Marietta sat behind William, constantly whispering to him how many mouse tails would be needed to make it work.

Snape stood behind them, watching closely; they could feel the chill on the back of their necks.

Such immense pressure has affected many people.

For example, Summerby from Hufflepuff suddenly burst into tears during the exam, sobbing that she was too stupid to take the exam, felt disgusted by Snape's face, and wanted to leave school right now.

Snape had a black face the whole time.

If it weren't for the constraints of his professional ethics as a teacher, Snape would probably have hung Summerby up and given him an enema with Summerby's Potions.

William, however, was not worried at all. He wrote the word "Basilisk" on his test paper that morning, not concerned that Professor Snape would not give him full marks.

The Astronomy exam was at midnight, and they needed to go to a high tower to observe the movement of planets.

The test required them to identify all of Saturn's moons and fill in the precise positions of stars and planets observed through a telescope on a blank star chart.

The last exam was on the History of Magic.

The content was fairly standard, covering topics such as wand legislation and violations of International Statute of Secrecy, the reasons for the founding of the International Confederation of Wizards, and explaining why the Liechtenstein wizards refused to participate.

When Professor Binns told them to put down their quills and roll up their parchment, all the students cheered.

A week later, Ravenclaw defeated Hufflepuff, finally winning the Quidditch Cup after nine consecutive years without it.

During the game, William played exceptionally well, scoring 200 points on his own, but in the end, Cedric caught the Golden Snitch.

This annoyed Qiu for several days.

The Hogwarts dinner was as lavish as ever, and the surroundings were newly decorated in Ravenclaw blue and bronze to celebrate their victory in the House Cup.

Professor Dumbledore stood up, his beard Winky in the candlelight.

"Now, as far as I know, we first need to hold the House Cup awards ceremony."

The specific scores for each house are as follows: Fourth place, Hufflepuff, 365 points; Third place, Gryffindor, 360 points; Second place, Slytherin, 426 points; First place, Ravenclaw, 520 points.

A thunderous cheer and stomping erupted from the Ravenclaw dining table.

This marks their second consecutive year winning the championship.

"Yes, not bad," Dumbledore said. "However, a few things that happened a few months ago must also be taken into account."

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Let me see. Oh, right... the first item—Mr. Ron Mr. Weasley... he won a brilliant game of Wizard's Chess, for which I award Gryffindor House fifty points."

"Second item— Miss Granger Hermione Granger... She kept overcoming obstacles and accomplished what Quirrell couldn't. I'm awarding her fifty points to Gryffindor House."

The Gryffindor students around them were ecstatic, jumping up and down at the table—they had gained a full hundred points!

"The third item— Harry Potter..." Dumbledore said. The Great Hall fell into an eerie silence.

"... He displayed great courage and extraordinary bravery, for which I award Gryffindor House a score of sixty."

The noise was deafening; Gryffindor now had a score of 520—exactly the same as Ravenclaw's.

Qiu whispered, "Then won't our House Cup be shared with Gryffindor?"

William smiled and reassured her, "No, Qiu, don't forget, I also killed the Basilisk."

Sure enough, Dumbledore continued, "William Stark single-handedly killed the Basilisk and saved countless students. He has received the ' Award for Special Services to the School ' for the second time, for which I award him one hundred points."

Everyone applauded, Ravenclaw table erupted in noise once more.

William raised his goblet and toasted Dumbledore from afar.

Dumbledore blinked and picked up the cup in front of him.

The two understood each other without saying a word.

Snape stood to the side, chugging down his wine in silence. If it weren't for Stark, they might have won seven consecutive championships.

Snape muttered to himself, "Seven in a row, seven in a row..."

(Thanks to "Hell Cat", "20181127230222438",")

The donations from the three big shots, "Fengling Shiwu", (//?//)\

I checked and found that "Hell Cat" has unknowingly become a hall master. Hmm, I owe two more chapters, I'll catch up slowly.