A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts-Chapter 599: The Real Dream - (1)

Chapter 599: The Real Dream

Hermione made no comment on Ron's self-deception, just hummed in response. They took a short break in the common room and then headed back to the Great Hall for lunch.

During lunch, the four house tables appeared again.

Hermione asked at the table, "By the way, you guys were almost late this morning. What happened?"

"You mean that?" Harry wolfed down mashed potatoes, mouth full. "Overslept."

"Everyone overslept?" Hermione looked surprised. "Are these guys in such good spirits? There are many girls in the dormitory who couldn't sleep all night."

"Yeah." Harry mumbled, moving the pumpkin soup closer to himself, and Ron waved his sausage in agreement.

Although forgetting to set the alarm was not a smart move, considering it was a spontaneous decision, the five dorm mates collectively decided to forget about it. At least they got enough sleep, and they woke up the next day feeling energetic. Harry thought that was enough, wasn't it?

Navi's scream immediately woke up everyone else.

During the afternoon practical curse exam, Professor Snape did not appear.

"He's giving a class to the fourth-year students." Terry Boot, a fifth-year Ravenclaw student, told Harry and others. "I saw it when I passed by."

The students preparing for the exam in the entrance hall were struggling in their final preparations.

Ernie Macmillan and his friend Justin Finch-Fletchley were testing each other on common spell points, reciting spells quickly while making fast casting motions, resembling a kind of comical dance. Pavarti Patil and her twin sister stood on either side of Ravenclaw's table, staring with wide eyes, chanting incantations. Ravenclaw looked on the verge of a breakdown, pale, clutching a talisman tightly in her hand.

Every time Professor Flitwick came out to call a small group of people in alphabetical order, the students in the entrance hall would anxiously lift their heads, as if Flitwick was going to take them to some terrifying place.

Harry's exam sequence was sandwiched between Hermione and Ron. After his name was called, he followed behind the Patil sisters and walked straight in. However, he was grabbed at the entrance by the short Professor Flitwick. "Professor Tofty is available, Potter," Flitwick gasped for breath.

Harry hurriedly apologized and then rushed inside.

The setup in the Great Hall was different from the morning. Several tables were placed in the center, each with an examiner behind it. Harry recognized Professor Tofty, whom he had just seen in the morning. So, he walked up to the wizard with the least hair according to Professor Tofty's instructions, and Professor Tofty's large glasses lifted from the roster, carefully scrutinizing Harry.

"Is it Potter? The famous Potter? Now, I'd like you to make this eggcup perform a few side flips for me..."

Outside the Great Hall, Ron and Dean huddled together and whispered.

Their names were quite late in alphabetical order, almost the last batch. As the number of people decreased, both of them lost interest in reviewing their notes.

"I wonder what they'll test. Those who went in didn't come out again; it's really strict."

"Probably some basic spells, like levitation, summoning, making teacups grow legs and stuff."

Dean quickly glanced around, confirmed that no one noticed them, and then lowered his voice to Ron, "I heard... if you perform well, you can get extra points."

Ron perked up, "Tell me more!"

"I'm not sure," Dean said uncertainly, "I heard from others... if you master some particularly advanced magic and show it voluntarily, the examiner might give extra points."

Ron sighed, pessimistically saying, "That's a privilege for good students."

"Exactly," Dean agreed, sympathetically looking at Ron. "It must be stressful for you to hang out with Harry and Hermione, who are always the top in every subject."

"Yeah... wait, what do you mean?" Ron blushed.

"Oh, um," Dean realized he misspoke and raised his hands, soothingly said, "Actually, you're doing better than most people. It's just that you don't stand out when you're with Hermione and Harry—one is the top in every subject, and the other is unmatched in practical classes."

Ron's face cleared a bit, muttering, "I'm not that good... cough!" Although he said that, his eyes sparkled with excitement, looking expectantly at Dean, as if silently urging him to say more.

The pressure now shifted to Dean. He awkwardly changed the topic, "By the way, do you think the Levitation Charm counts for extra points? It's ancient magic—"

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Ron looked somewhat disappointed, but he couldn't force Dean to praise him.

He shook his head, "Probably not. Everyone in the Charms Club can perform the Levitation Charm. Remember the day when the Inferi invaded the school? How many light orbs did we have overhead?" he said with emotion.

"If it were two years ago, it might have worked, but now? I bet at least a hundred students in the school can do that magic."

After Ron finished speaking, the mood between the two became even more subdued.

Not many people were left in the entrance hall now, and they stared at Zacharias Smith, who was talking loudly in front of the Hufflepuff hourglass, causing a commotion. Dean couldn't stand it and said, "I really want to punch him in the nose."

Ron grinned, "Bro, I've been wanting to do that for a long time."

Zacharias Smith, of course, was unaware of Ron and Dean's criticism. He was arrogantly talking, "Come on, is this exam difficult at all?"

"Oh, come on, he hasn't even mastered the Patronus Charm." Ron said disdainfully. He looked at Dean, who suddenly seemed stiff, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"You just said... said—" Dean weakly asked.

"What?" Ron couldn't figure it out, and at this moment, a silver magic spread from the Great Hall, a huge pillar of light swept through the entrance hall, completely engulfing the students still there.

He saw Dean first look surprised, opening his mouth wide, and then the residual pessimism on his face was swept away.

Ron estimated that he probably had the same expression. "It's Harry's super Patronus!" he said with an exaggerated and excited tone. While tiptoeing to look into the Great Hall, it seemed very quiet inside. Just as Ron was surprised that the Patronus Charm couldn't win applause, there was finally a chaotic commotion inside.

"It looks like the Patronus is still effective." Ron said contentedly, listening to the exclamations of the examiners. "Almost forgot, I can do this magic too."

...

"The exam was interrupted for ten minutes because of you."

After the daytime exam was over, Ron said to Harry, who left early, in the common room, "But thanks to your Patronus, I was in great shape during the exam." He raised half an eyebrow, "Unfortunately, that annoying guy also benefitted."

"Who are you talking about?" Ginny, who was preparing for the final exams, asked.

"Zacharias Smith." Ron said without hesitation.

"Oh, him." Ginny remembered, pouting,

"A few times during club activities, he kept pestering me and Luna with questions, arrogant and mocking Luna's decorations."

Harry looked conflicted; he admitted that Luna was very individualistic, but he couldn't compliment her aesthetics. However, he also thought Zacharias was annoying, so he agreed, "Yeah, he's really annoying, no doubt."

They were preparing for the Transfiguration exam the next day. Harry's mind was filled with complex spell models and theoretical analyses; he couldn't understand why turning a toad into a rat could fill an entire chapter in the textbook. Hermione, on the other hand, extracted several pages of notes from the textbook, and she could even produce three essays she had written before.

So, when someone shouted, "Harry—someone's looking for you—" at the door, his first reaction was that he could finally go out for some fresh air. Passing by Fred and George's table, the two were playing wizard cards with Lee Jordan, discussing quietly.

Fred lazily waved at Harry, pretending to greet him.

"Aren't you guys revising?" Harry asked.

"We're well aware of our true level." George said.

Yeah, Harry thought defiantly, then you must not know that Mrs. Weasley asks about the twins every time she writes to Ginny. He pushed open the door with a stuffy mood and heard Madam Pince enthusiastically chatting with a familiar voice.

"Yes, I've been to see it... hehe... that painting is huge, I guess it's about twenty feet long... Viola and I went to see it, the students painted quite well, very spectacular... indeed worthy of Dumbledore, chasing off the Dark Lord... hehe..."

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