v4 Chapter 163： Arrested Pettigrew Peter!

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The practical exam of ancient rune was placed in classroom No. 13 by William.

"First... Sir, what shall we test?"

Dean Thomas, who always liked to chat with William in class, also trembled and used honorifics unconsciously.

"It's very simple, it's all what was taught in class." William smiled kindly.

He waved his wand, and a row of badges floated over.

"Just make a one-off heat badge."

Neither William had them make warm-up badges. It can emit hot air, even if it is a high score, if the temperature is suitable, it will be a full score.

If the heat can continue to be released, he will even add an extra twenty points.

But hearing William say this, everyone was obviously nervous.

Watching him do this kind of stuff seems easy, but it's hard to do it yourself.

Sure enough, something happened soon. Dean's badge ignited, nearly setting his robes on fire.

Seamus Finnigan waved his wand and the badge exploded, his face black.

William happily walked up and down behind the students, holding a quill, constantly grading.

"Oh, poor, I think you might have to rebuild."

William, like Professor Snape, lowered the pressure and laughed behind Goyle and Crabbe.

There are no changes to the badges of the two.

Seeing William's smile, Malfoy's little hands trembled and broke the badge.

William imitated Professor McGonagall, pursed his lips, and made the boss's unhappy expression.

Malfoy stood on tiptoe, trying to see how low William gave him. The exam was so bad that he couldn't explain it to his father when he got home!

Malfoy felt it was unfair. Could it be that grades can measure his level of effort?

Unexpectedly, Daphne's performance was excellent. Her badge radiated heat and looked fine.

William directly gave full marks.

Seeing that the students were almost gone, Daphne whispered:

"William, do you have time this summer? I happen to have a spare ticket for the World Cup final, in the box... we..."

"Oh, sorry, I already have a ticket." William declined.

"Oh, well..." Daphne seemed a little disappointed. "Then we will meet at the World Cup?"

"Of course." William smiled politely.

After Daphne turned and left, Hermione sneaked over.

Her lovely face was full of vigilance.

"That's Greengrass and invited you to the World Cup?" she asked suspiciously.

"It seems so, probably because there are more tickets, so you are going to sell it to me." William grinned and said nonsense.

Hermione seemed to be talking to herself:

"Yeah, you can just watch it together. I'm not very interested in Quidditch, and you will definitely have a lot of common topics together..."

She said sourly: "Greengrass is so beautiful, right... Tsk tsk, if I were a boy, I would definitely like her too."

William stopped the quill and lightly touched Hermione's smooth forehead, the girl turned her head ruthlessly.

William had no choice but to look at the parchment and said softly:

"I see...a lot of people today have low scores, and there are still things to rebuild, such as Goyle and Crabbe.

In the new semester, I don't need to watch these two idiots anymore. I'll lower the class's grades for nothing, and give Professor Snape a chance to mock me.

Yo, here's an extra twenty cents? Who is..."

Hermione was shocked, turned her head again, looked at the parchment, and asked softly, "Is it my grade?"

William held back his smile and said, "Oh, it seems to be Daphne's results..."

Hermione's eyes widened, shock, grievance, resentment, and sadness appeared on her face one by one.

"Ha, lied to you!" William handed the parchment to Hermione.

After she took it, she checked it quickly.

Hermione Granger: 120 points.

The girl's originally gloomy face was radiant.

Hermione raised her head and asked in surprise, "Is this okay?"

"Of course, Flitwick and Professor McGonagall give me an extra twenty points every time." William said solemnly.

"You are the only student who can consistently make warm-up badges, which fully meet the extra points."

"Besides, I'm the teacher of this course. If I say yes, then yes... Teachers always prefer good students."

"Yes, I think so too." Hermione nodded vigorously, her tone suddenly lightened.

William secretly stared at her profile, looking at the pair of dimples that emerged.

She couldn't take her eyes off of her and asked, "Is there a lot of test papers for ancient Rune?"

"Of course." William said. "It's all translation. I'll correct it by myself. It will probably take a long time to correct it."

"It's decided!" Hermione suddenly said loudly:

"I won't be going back to the dormitory tonight. I'll stay in the Room of Requirement... to accompany you to change the papers."

William nodded vigorously and said, "Yeah!"

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After walking out of the classroom, the sun had already set.

William and Hermione crossed the grass to Hagrid's cabin. Today was Buckbeak's execution day, and William had made an appointment with Fudge.

"Have you finished your exams?" Hagrid opened the door sullenly.

William nodded.

After entering the cabin, it was unexpected that Harry and Ron were also here with Hagrid.

"Harry, you shouldn't be here." Hermione frowned and said solemnly.

"The sun is down, you should stay in the castle instead of running around in the invisibility cloak... Peter he maybe..."

"It's Peter again...he died twelve years ago!" Harry, who was sitting in the chair, couldn't help but shout angrily.

"Also, you and William can come, why can't we come! I don't think it's dangerous!"

"Be polite, Harry!" William said coldly.

"Of course Hermione and I can come, I'm still the third-grade ancient Rune acting teacher.

According to safety regulations, only teachers can leave the castle with students after dark.

Are you and Ron also teachers?

Or do you think you are strong enough to ignore Black?

I remember that the last time you went to Hogsmeade secretly, the two of you only got 250 points deducted after adding a dollar? "

Harry opened his mouth, speechless.

William ignored the pair of two hundred and fifty, and if Peter caught Harry, it was his own death.

William looked at Hagrid. "Is Fudge here?"

"I think it's coming soon, the execution is after dark..." Hagrid whispered.

"I asked Dumbledore and he said there was no way to change the committee's verdict, William . . . is that really okay?"

"No problem, I'm here," William assured.

Hagrid stood up suddenly, staring out the window. His ruddy complexion suddenly turned the dry yellow of parchment.

"They're here..."

In the distance, a group of men was walking down the stone steps of the castle. Walking ahead was Dumbledore, his silver beard gleaming in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Beside him was Minister Fudge, followed by the frail committee member and executioner McNeill.

"You must go." Hagrid trembled. "It is forbidden to come out at night, and they must not find you here... let's go, now..."

Harry picked up his invisibility cloak and put it over Ron, and he looked up.

William and Hermione had already taken a step earlier, using the Disillusionment Charm, and disappeared into the room.

A group of people came over and stood at the door of Hagrid's hut.

"Where did the beast go?" asked MacNeil, the axeman, in a cold voice.

"Outside...outside," Hagrid said hoarsely.

Fudge exclaimed, "We've seen the monster... oh... come on, we must read the official announcement of the execution, Hagrid.

I will read it carefully, you have to listen carefully. Let's have another cup of pine nut tea and then deal with the **** beast. "

Several people entered the hut, and Fudge's voice came from inside the house.

"The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures has decided that the hippogriff Buckbeak, hereinafter referred to as the convicted person. It should be executed at sunset on June 6th..."

William and Hermione slowly appeared, and they quietly walked towards the pumpkin patch.

Buckbeak stared fiercely with orange eyes.

Hermione looked nervously at Buckbeak, recalling Hagrid's lesson, and bowed slightly.

Buckbeak hesitated for a moment, then bent his scaly knees, then stood up straight again.

William waved his wand, and the rope tied to the fence automatically fell off.

"Okay, we're done. Let's quickly execute that monster."

From Hagrid's cabin came the high-pitched voices of committee members.

"Wait, don't be in such a hurry, McNeil." After reading the announcement, Fudge said loudly:

"We've come so far to drink some pine nut tea to soothe our throats."

Holding a teacup, he paced to the door and looked at the pumpkin patch.

Fudge saw William and Hermione. The two had untied the rope and slowly pulled Buckbeak.

He visibly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that William was delayed.

"Mr. Minister, is that beast still there?" McNeill's impatient voice sounded.

"Of course, it's still there!" Fudge raised his hand, motioning for the two to leave quickly, and he turned and got into the house again.

He doesn't do anything by collecting money. From now on, he is also a good minister with a moral bottom line!

Most importantly, Malfoy didn't know about it, and couldn't blame him.

"Let's go." William whispered in Hermione's ear.

The two put Buckbeak into the safety table, and William cast the Disillusionment Charm again.

Moments later, a growl came from Hagrid's cabin.

"Someone untied the rope!" growled the executioner. "We should search the grounds, and the woods..."

"Who stole it? I suspect Black!" Fudge roared too.

William and Hermione, who had already crossed the grass, exchanged glances and laughed.

When they were about to reach the castle, they saw a large group of people gathered around, making noise there.

Annie squeezed out of the crowd and walked over quickly.

"What happened?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"It's Peter!" said Anne in shock.

"Someone has caught Pettigrew Peter!"

"Who... who caught it?"

"Harry and Ron!"

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