Chapter 373: Deformation test

While Malfoy was still sitting on the express train that was delayed for a long time, and watching the scenery along the way, the breakfast time for Hogwarts students began.
The window above the auditorium was opened, and the Owl sent today's Daily Prophet to the school.
"I remember April Fools' Day." Ron threw the latest issue of "The Prophet Daily" at the table. His face was as ugly as he had swallowed dozens of slugs, which made him sick. , Even if his favorite food is in front of him, he doesn’t want to take a bite
He pointed to the "Daily Prophet" covered with soup, and the whole report above was about how Malfoy was forced away by tough Dumbledore.
"What we can foresee is how Mr. Malfoy, who is still underage, made a radical rebellion under the persecution of that authority." The report wrote.
"Meaning that he is coming back to class today? There is no punishment for this? This is the most funny joke I have ever seen."
"That's so funny!"
Harry's numb expression was not as excited as Ron, and he was still immersed in the grief of Dumbledore's death.
"His dad is said to be so offended," Ron said indignantly.
"When I was in the second grade, the Basilisk of the Chamber of Secrets also said that he was hit by the Soul Retribution Curse!"
"Weasley, there was a lot of noise, Gryffindor deducted 10 points." It was not Snape who deducted points, but Professor McGonagall.
It can be seen that her mood is not good.
The hard orders of the Ministry of Magic cannot be refused.
From the teacher's perspective, she would like to believe that the student is okay.
However, she was also present at that time, Malfoy's eyes were clear, and it was not like being manipulated by the soul-taking spell. If it was really innocent, there would be no such action.
She also believed that Dumbledore could not allow any innocent student to be wronged.
But now, Dumbledore...
She coughed a few times and seemed to be choked by the hot tea. With her sharp and majestic eyes, she looked around the students on the four sides of the long table.
These are the objects she is trying to protect.
She had to vigorously reinvigorate her spirit. In any case, one cannot indulge in sorrow. The school still has to run and the class still has to go on.
The morning meeting was over and the students dispersed, and for the fifth grade Gryffindor and Slytherin students, the first class was hers.
"What we are going to do today is a test."
Professor McGonagall quickly entered the classroom, and then she waved her wand, and a stack of parchment on the podium flew one by one to the table in front of everyone's seat.
Then the black handwriting gradually emerged from the blank paper.
Test questions about the deformation course.
"Um..." She glanced outside the classroom.
The rectangular lectern in front of him suddenly became shorter and contracted, and two teams of wheels were added to the flat feet, and then one staggered, rolled under the podium, shaken a few times, and then completely erected.
"Okay, Mr. Malfoy, your position is here." She beckoned outside.
Immediately after hearing the name, Pansy's ears sat up in his seat, his head twitched sharply, and then he quickly and suspiciously confirmed.
All the students present whispered.
Malfoy waved in the direction of Pansy, smiled, and found the only empty seat that Professor McGonagall had done for him.
"Silent and silent!" Professor McGonagall's wand waved lightly and immediately became silent.
A magic spell specific to the examination room.
"Something will be discussed after the exam."
"Okay, the morphing class test started, and the direction of the test made some predictions. I hope you can get the expected results, and also a test of your level." Professor McGonagall said to the students in front of her.
"Also, Mr. Malfoy, if your results did not meet my expectations this time, then you may have to postpone the exam until the next year."
"You have been delaying a lot of time." Professor McGonagall added.
"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded and replied, then began to look at the test paper in front of him.
The exam has officially started,
But even for the exam, some people seem not to be aware of the current situation.
Pansy's face has always been skewed towards Malfoy's direction, even though it was only his side view that remained in her eyes.
"Miss Parkinson, it is now at the time of the exam. Your eyes, it is best to just stare at your test paper, and don't try to make small moves." Professor McGonagall quickly walked to the front of Pansy's seat, lightly using the wand in his hand. Lightly tapped in front of her eyes, reminding.
Wen Yan said, she hurriedly buried her head, staring absently at her test paper, using her quill pen to pretend to write and draw on it.
After Professor McGonagall left, his eyes turned around secretly, and he glanced over there intentionally or unintentionally.
She felt that today's exam, she must have failed the exam, because she had no intention to answer the question.
But it doesn't matter, because I have received much more important information than the test scores.
In addition, one person was also greatly affected.
"What are the difficulties in the deformation between fluid and solid substances? What are the issues to be aware of? What laws need to be applied?"
"Control of magic... Igor's limit suppression law... Note that rapid-moving objects require pre-judgment guidance and adjustment."
"What is the most widely used Umbrella Transformation Mantra?"
"Extracting liquid medicine, umbrella-shaped rotation can remove certain impurities and drain the liquid."
"Whoever consumes the same volume of doughnuts and ordinary solid bread into a single-ear tea cup consumes less magic."
"Donut."
Hermione's eyes did not leave the test paper for a second, and the quill in her hand was extremely smooth, as if she was really devoted to the exam.
But the slightly distorted handwriting still exposed her feelings, and the handwriting of Juanxiu in the past now seems a bit scribbled.
Like Pansy, she was now full of the boy who had just returned to school sitting in front of her.
For a time, her brain was divided into two parts. One part acted as a memory-carrying machine, controlled her right hand, used to numb answers, and output answers on test papers.
Her serious attitude towards schoolwork made her enough to turn the answer on the test paper into an instinct.
As for the other part, it is all about thinking about the special candidate who just joined the exam just now.
"When was the wanted for him cancelled?"
"Why cancel?"
"Professor McGonagall seems to know something?"
Question after question emerged in Hermione's heart.
Because this time was too coincidental, Dumbledore died.
He immediately "sorrowed injustice".
That's ridiculous.
In addition, she didn't feel too much strangeness on Malfoy. It seemed that she had only met a while ago. She was familiar with it. She wanted to recall, but she couldn't find the answer.
Suddenly, after listening to her quill pen, she encountered a problem. The mechanical handling answer was useless. She had to shake her head, shake off her distractions, concentrate on, and think about the problem.
"Mr. Ron, if you have a problem with your eyes, Mrs. Pomfrey can help you prescribe medicine." Professor McGonagall watched Ron's eyes full of blood on someone's back and reminded him.
In the end, he could only look at the parchment full of questions with reluctance.
There will be no episodes after that.
The quill pen rustled on the parchment.
The examination time ended with abrupt bells in the distance.
"Put up your quill pen." Professor McGonagall waved her wand and floated the rolls of sheepskin, as if she had wings and flew to her table in order.
"Professor McGonagall!" Professor Ron McGonagall shouted loudly after blocking the exam papers and preparing to return to the office.
"Isn't that guy wanted?" he questioned.
"Maybe some students now know the news, but I need to announce it at dinner tonight."
"This matter has been decided in the Wiesengama court, and from the result, he is innocent and a victim, so it is normal to return to Hogwarts to go to school." Professor McGonagall was expressionless. Answering Ron's question.
"Professor McGonagall, can you help me fix the test paper? I might have accidentally damaged some." Hermione suddenly walked to the side of Professor McGonagall
"Granger." Professor McGonagall said Hermione's name and then popped a piece of parchment
Professor McGonagall squinted through his lens and looked like an irregular long tear ripped by the tip of the pen.
Then she tapped the parchment paper with her magic wand, "Resume as before."
Those cracks are closed tightly
Professor McGonagall certainly does not make junior mistakes.
The rift recovered, but the handwriting remained as usual.
"Okay." She nodded, her eyes hidden in the frame, tired.
The students themselves are not able to impose any magic on the test paper, which would be punished as cheating.
"Okay~EbookFREE.me~ Let's take a rest, Granger, it looks like you are a little tired. Is the problem difficult?" She nodded slightly and then asked with concern.
"Fortunately, Professor McGonagall." Hermione nodded slightly, her brown curly hair shook, and her large eyes full of glory were now somewhat languishing.
The excessive load on her brain made her look very sleepy.
Ron still wanted to say something, but McGonagall put his wand in front of his lips and made a silent gesture, shaking his head at him.
"Well, Mr. Weasley, take care of yourself. At dinner, I will give you an explanation." She said strictly, and no longer responded to Ron's questions.
On the other side, Pansy and Malfoy had reached the corridor. The former was entangled with the latter, chattering and asking some questions. .
"You come back this time..." The girl had countless questions to ask him.
"Draco, come to my office." A low voice interrupted the conversation.