20demayo Chapter 100 End-of-Year Assessment
Chapter 100 End-of-Year Assessment
Chapter 100 End-of-Year Assessment
Hearing Lynch's words, Dumbledore remarked with some emotion, "Muggles... their wonders are no less than those of wizards."
Lynch didn't respond to Dumbledore's comment. The amazing thing about Muggles is that they have more say than anyone else in the world.
He had no interest in discussing this topic with Dumbledore.
"Everything is ready. Now we just need to wait for Voldemort to come to us." Lynch looked at Dumbledore. "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."
Dumbledore nodded slightly: "I also have some matters to attend to."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Qi's figure rippled like water, instantly reverting to his crow form.
With its jet-black claws gripping the gray cloth bag, it suddenly spun around and disappeared into the air with a "thud".
Dumbledore followed closely behind, and with a flick of his sleeves, he too Apparated away.
Only the Mirror of Eris remained, standing silently in the center of the room, while cameras set up by Lynch silently operated within the surrounding walls.
The crow appeared in the stone house almost instantly.
Lynch directed it to land on the back of the sofa, while he held the bag and closed his eyes to sense—Hogwarts' anti-Apparition barrier had indeed taken effect again.
Every student who has ever attended Hogwarts knows that Apparition is strictly prohibited within the Hogwarts grounds.
Only a few people know that the principal has the privilege of unlocking or disabling this restriction.
However, after Lynch painstakingly reached the heart of the castle and signed a founder-level contract, he also gained this privilege.
However, he never used it.
He only looked at any privileges, but never used them.
The purpose of doing this is very simple: I don't need these privileges right now, so it doesn't make any difference whether I have them or not.
Since I already have the authority, I might as well make a casual move. In case I need it someday, it might play a crucial role.
Thinking of this, Lin Qi smiled and picked up the book in his hand again to read.
The news that Professor Lynch had been temporarily placed under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic circulated within the castle for two days before fading into obscurity.
Because the young wizards have something more important to worry about—the end-of-year exams have begun!
For the theoretical exam, they were gathered in a large classroom to answer questions. The teachers would give them new quill pens inscribed with anti-cheating spells. The weather was already hot and humid, and the little wizards who couldn't answer the questions were scratching their heads and feeling even more frustrated.
There is also a practical skills test.
Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class exam required them to transform a mouse into a snuffbox; the more exquisite the transformation, the higher the score.
Professor Flitwick then had them make a pineapple tap dance across a desk.
Professor Snape had them brew a potion and, while they were brewing it, he threatened them that he would put a drop of poison in the pumpkin juice of the student with the worst grades!
All the students were fully focused on the exam. Even Ron, who dreaded textbooks, borrowed Hermione's study notes and began to memorize them by rote.
Of all the exams, Professor Lynch's Magic Studies class was the last one to be assessed.
Because Professor Lynch was still restricted from movement by the Ministry of Magic, and the majority of students taking this course made the decision that Professor Dumbledore would conduct the assessments, with Professor McGonagall, the Vice-Headmaster, assisting her, along with seven other professors including Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape.
As for the content of the assessment, Professor Lynch wrote a document and delivered it to Dumbledore.
So on the last day of the exam, all the students who had taken the Magic Studies course—from first to seventh grade—were gathered in the field outside the castle.
Professor McGonagall was wearing her most formal emerald green robe, and her expression was more serious than usual.
Professors Flitwick and Sprout assisted in maintaining order and ensuring the students' lines were neat.
On the ground in front of the students were stones of varying sizes and weights, clearly divided by grade level—from stones slightly smaller than a person's head for first graders to stone blocks half a person's height for seventh graders.
Looking at the stones on the grass in front of them, the young wizards conveyed their thoughts with their eyes and in soft voices, and the air was filled with an atmosphere that was a mixture of tension and curiosity.
"Silence!" Professor McGonagall's voice echoed clearly throughout the room, silencing all whispers. "According to the assessment plan submitted by Professor Lynch, the final evaluation for this Magic Research course will be conducted through a single spell practice test. The assessment content is as follows—" She unfolded the parchment in her hand and read aloud:
"Assessment Content: Levitation Spell"
"Assessment method: Each student must use the Levitation Charm to try to make a stone that meets the standard for their grade level float for thirty seconds, with the stone floating higher than their head. Each person has three attempts."
Because of the large number of test takers, the exams were conducted simultaneously across all seven grades.
Behind each grade's corresponding stone stands a professor, each holding a stopwatch.
With Professor McGonagall's command, the assessment began.
The professors from each grade began calling out names, and the students whose names were called would step forward from the queue to be assessed.
Most of the younger students were nervous, their little faces tense, their wands trembling as they pointed at their own stones, their voices high-pitched and childish as they chanted spells.
The atmosphere in the upper grades was much more somber. Students in fifth grade and above had calm expressions, their wands moved with more fluidity and confidence, and their spells became more steady and powerful.
Some people's stones would fly smoothly for thirty seconds, while others' stones would sway like someone drunk, crashing back to the ground with a "thud" in less than three seconds, eliciting a few gasps and sighs of sympathy.
Harry was very glad that Snape wasn't in charge of the first-year assessments, otherwise he really didn't know if he could have concentrated in front of Snape's gloomy face.
Under Professor Flitwick's watchful eye, he steadily lifted the first-year student's stone into the air, where it floated for thirty seconds, thus passing the test.
He then returned to the queue and silently cheered on his two good friends.
After Ron had raised his stone to the top of his head, Harry began to scan the assessment results of the other grades.
Just then, he saw Snape, who was in charge of the fifth-year assessments, keep glancing at Professor Quirrell, who was in charge of the third-year assessments, during the break between students returning to the line.
Professor Quirrell had clearly noticed Snape's continued attention to him; his face turned even paler than usual, and he kept taking out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his face.
In between recording students' grades on parchment, he would occasionally glance back at Snape, but he was always caught by Snape's gaze, which frightened him even more.
Harry frowned; Snape still wouldn't let poor Professor Quirrell off.
at the same time.
On a tree branch at the edge of the field, a crow stood quietly, its dark eyes watching all the teachers and students on the field.