Chapter 908 - 366: All of Voldemort’s Soul Artifacts

Chapter 908: Chapter 366: All of Voldemort’s Soul Artifacts

In fact, the lucky rabbit’s foot still has some use, after all, psychological effect is still an effect.

At least Hermione felt she wasn’t that nervous anymore.

They thanked Hagrid again for his help, and with the rabbit’s foot, returned to the Great Hall to eat.

Lunch was once again shared with other grades—in the lunch hour, the four house tables reappeared.

Most of the students didn’t taste much of their food, their hands were busy grabbing food, but their minds had already flown far away.

Especially Neville, who was dipping bread into jam and then sticking the bread onto his face, painting a red mark on his chubby face, which looked very funny.

"You really should take a look in the mirror, oh my." Seamus shook his head and said, "It does look cool, but not much like a wizard, more like... well, it really looks like your Gall."

Neville glanced at Seamus but didn’t reply.

That wasn’t a compliment, looking like a toad... ugh.

After eating, it was time for the practical exams.

Harry got up, intending to follow everyone to watch the show—although he didn’t need to take the exams, he wanted to watch the fun for entertainment.

So he followed the crowd of students, intending to observe the scene over there.

The students taking the exams queued up to enter the small room next to the Great Hall, waiting to be called for their practical exams.

Small groups of students entered the examination hall in alphabetical order, while those remaining kept muttering spells, practicing the movement of waving the paralysis wand, occasionally poking someone else’s back or eye by mistake.

Hermione’s name was called, she shivered and left with Anthony Goldstein, Gregory Gall, and Daphne Greengrass.

The students who had finished their exams didn’t come back, so no one knew how Hermione did.

Harry searched for a while and finally found Hermione sitting outside the entrance hall.

"Hey," Harry sat opposite her, curiously asking, "how did it go?"

"Pretty good." Hermione nodded and said, "At least I think so—for practical courses, it’s much easier to know the results than written exams, at least the expressions of those professors looked quite satisfied—that’s what I think anyway."

"Then that means not bad." Harry said with a grin, "Ron also said you surely did well, there was a magic spell test where you scored as much as one hundred and twenty points!"

Just at that moment, Ron also happily walked over.

"Feeling great, it’s awesome after finishing the exams." Ron cheerfully said, "At least we don’t need to review the spell class, having one less course is really quite relaxing..."

"So do you think you can get an ’O’?" Hermione asked.

"No idea." Ron spread his hands and said, "The decision is not in my hands, it’s with the professors."

In the evening when they returned, nobody relaxed—they hurriedly finished dinner and immediately went back to the common room, burying themselves in preparation for the Transformation Class exam the next day.

On the third day, it was Herbology exam, and then Thursday was Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Friday’s exam was the Ancient Demon Language written test, Ron hadn’t signed up for this course, so he didn’t need to take this exam.

Harry only watched the exams for one day and then didn’t go again; rather than watching the show outside, it was better to return to the dorm and flip through some books.

On Friday afternoon, while Harry was lying in the dorm room sleeping, Ron suddenly returned.

"Hey Ron." Harry turned over.

"Professor Dumbledore asked me to give you a message." Ron said, "He’ll be waiting for you in the Headmaster’s Office, the password to his office is ’Zizi Honey Candy,’ he suggests you shouldn’t scare that poor Dripping Stone Beast—what is that thing? I’ve never understood."

"It’s the statue crouching at the entrance of the Headmaster’s Office." Harry answered casually, "I remember you’ve been to the Headmaster’s Office, right?"

"Oh, I remember now." Ron recalled what the statue looked like at the entrance of the Headmaster’s Office, "Alright, I won’t waste your time, it seems Professor Dumbledore is a bit anxious."

Harry nodded, turned over, got out of bed, and left the dorm room.

In the Headmaster’s Office, aside from Dumbledore, there was also the newly appointed Minister of Magic Sirius, as well as Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts Lupin, and Professor of Potions Snape.

After seeing Harry, Sirius walked over and gave him a strong hug.

It has to be said, power really is the best tonic for men, Sirius was looking great now.

Not only was his complexion rosy, but his spirit was particularly good.

"What’s going on here?" Harry asked curiously.

Snape twitched his mouth, speaking in a cold, greasy voice, "You have to ask the headmaster why he summoned us here in the Headmaster’s Office— as far as I know, Professor Lupin still needs to review O.W.L.s papers..."

"Oh please allow me to interrupt you, Severus." Lupin had to reach out and interrupted Snape, "We’re just professors at Hogwarts, we are not qualified to review O.W.L.s papers."

"Oh." Snape said slowly, "I thought with Professor Lupin’s ability, he should be completely qualified to review O.W.L.s papers."

Lupin: ...

Got it, you’re just trying to be sarcastically passive-aggressive, aren’t you?

What surprised everyone present was that Sirius did not say a word.

According to Sirius’s character, he would have stood up and retorted Snape by now, how could he be standing there, unmoved?

Snape was obviously also surprised, narrowing his eyes to look at Sirius, his expression uncertain.