Chapter 143：

He didn't know whether Snape would tell Dumbledore the matter. Sirius was imprisoned in the Forbidden Forest, and John would visit him every now and then.

Sirius, who was imprisoned, behaved quite honestly. Compared with Azkaban, anywhere is heaven.

Hagrid was still insisting, and Hermione collected information for him to help Buckbeak.

I just don't know where she got so much time. With Hermione's mind, shouldn't she be throwing herself into the sea of ​​books to review at this time?

Go to the library, which is already full of students reviewing.

There were only a few seats left, so John glanced at the restricted book area but did not go there.

He is here to return books. Some banned books have been borrowed for too long and the contents have been read.

Putting down a pile of books, John clearly saw Mrs. Pince's eyebrows knitting.

It seems that he did not expect that John borrowed so many banned books.

After returning the books, John prepared for exam week with peace of mind.

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A week has passed.

June 3rd.

The first lesson was about transfiguration, with questions such as turning a teapot into a turtle.

John had to go to Arithmetic Divination after taking the Transfiguration test, so he was specially arranged to take the first test.

Walking into the examination room, Professor McGonagall was supervising.

John took out his magic wand and waved it skillfully, and the orange teapot turned into a slow turtle in front of his eyes.

"Excellent, Mr. Wick." Professor McGonagall praised.

John nodded and headed to the next examination room.

The professor of arithmetic divination is Setima Victor. It is embarrassing to say that this is the first time John has met her in person.

Professor Victor also expressed curiosity about this student who had been absent from school for an entire academic year and asked for a piece of parchment and a quill.

Passed the arithmetic divination exam.

At lunch time, John casually ordered bread and water.

Daphne replaced him with mango pasta, so John had no choice but to finish the plate of yellowish food.

"The transformation technique this morning was so difficult."

Malfoy looked hopeless. Transfiguration was not his specialty.

When John heard this, he looked at Daphne. Daphne had excellent grades and was also good at transfiguration, so she was not troubled.

The afternoon is the curse exam.

Professor Flitwick looked forward to it, as if he was waiting for John to improve the Happy Curse.

John's partner was Gower, and then Gower laughed, and John almost cried.

"Mr. Wick, this is an excellent happy spell. Goyle, you still need to practice it, at least until you don't turn the happy spell into a sad spell."

Gao Er obviously failed, but he smiled brightly when he came out. I don't know, I thought he did well in the exam.

After John’s Charms exam, he had to take Ancient Runes, which was the easiest course for John.

Professor Bathsheda Bablin's mouth opened wide in surprise. That expression seemed to indicate that she was doubting the difficulty of her question.

For John, who is a level 5 rune, he can become a professor to teach students.

​As the last paragraph was translated.

John finished the first day of exams.

It’s not about being nervous, as long as you perform at your normal level.

Daphne came over to me at dinner and talked about how difficult the questions were.

But there was nothing in his expression that said he was either second or third.

Malfoy looked desperate because he still had to go to training after finishing the exam.

As punishment for concealing the loss of his wand, he needs to maintain three times the usual amount of training until the end of this semester.

The next day, John didn't know what Hagrid was thinking.

After learning so many magical animals, you finally take care of the Florob caterpillar, with the goal of still being alive after one hour.

John stared at Hagrid's face, thinking that you shouldn't go too far.

The Flobber caterpillar, left to its own devices, would not die for an hour.

This can be said to be the only thing in a week of intense exams where you don’t need to use your brain or hands.

He even saw Hagrid chatting with the three little ones while checking the survival of the Flobber caterpillar.

In the afternoon, there was a potion exam, and there were wailing sounds one after another.

Malfoy was fine again at this time, staring arrogantly at the wailing Gryffindor, this was a home game.

The content is confusing drugs.

The Confusion Potion is a magic potion that can cause people to fall into chaos.

The biggest difficulty is how to make the potion thicker, but it is not that difficult for John. On the contrary, it is very simple.

The first one to finish was handed over to Snape for inspection. Snape's expression showed no emotion or anger, and he gave John a perfect score without any expression.

Turning to look at Harry who was still scratching his head, John wondered if he should give him a hint?

Well, forget it.

That’s the savior. Wouldn’t it be a loss of face to remind him?

With this thought in mind, John left the classroom refreshed.

Wait until night, the astronomy class is on the top of the tallest tower.

This place is not far from the divination classroom.

The third day of the exam.

The history of magic is still boring, and John even doubted whether Professor Binns knew hypnosis.

Why do people who have the blessing of the Sleepless One want to sleep so much after seeing that old face?

The content of the exam is as boring as the class. Just write about the hunt for witches in the Middle Ages.

The stuffy classroom made people want to take a bite of nut ice cream. The students buried their heads in the parchment paper and rubbed the tip of their pen to make a rustling sound.

When he handed in the paper, Professor Binns still looked old and lifeless, even though he was dead.

The sweltering heat lasted until the Herbology exam in the afternoon. The greenhouse was scorched by the sun, and a Slytherin student almost fainted.

After it was over, a group of people left the greenhouse to cool off as if they were running for their lives.

Thursday, the last day of exams.

Lupine is still the students' favorite professor, and his exams are also the most interesting.

​Outdoor obstacle course.

John passed through the deep pond with Grindylow, who was frightened by his intimidation and fled far away.

The potholes are full of red hats, and no red hats dare to come out.

The Hinkpunk in the swamp had long huddled into a ball, as if it wanted John not to see it.

At the end, there was an old box with a Boggart inside, which turned into chocolate rice rolls and was shoved into the box.

Take your chocolate rice rolls and get out of China.

The last two exams were Divination and Muggle Studies. John basically didn't need to predict, and he got perfect marks directly.

It’s rare to have someone open the back door, and that feeling is inexplicably refreshing.

Before leaving, Professor Trelawney whispered to John that the prophecy was close.

John was stunned for a moment, remembering the prophecy he made at the beginning of school.

After answering what the rubber duck is for, Muggle Studies is over.

John walked out of the examination room, and an owl landed on his arm. It was a letter from Hagrid.

Buckbeak's appeal failed.

"It seems that Scrimgeour is determined to do this."

John stared at the note. The hurtful things about Buckbeak were big or small. He asked the Slytherin classmate to withdraw the lawsuit but could not change it.

It is estimated that Rufus Scrimgeour did this on purpose. He was asked to help save Hagrid last time, and this time he wanted to use Buckbeak to test Johnny Silverhand to decide the way forward.

"Haha, it's a good calculation. I guess I think Johnny Silverhand won't fall out because of a Hippogriff."

John sneered.

To describe it in one sentence, it doesn’t hurt, but it makes me sick.

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Chapter 163 Execution and Tick

Rufus Scrimgeour became anxious and sent additional dementors to Hogwarts.

During his tenure, he vowed to put down his rhetoric. Now, almost a semester has passed, and there is still no trace of Sirius.

There were even a dozen dementors missing because of Sirius Black.

The Ministry of Magic has lost all face. Now the only way to save the Ministry of Magic's face without the word "temporary" is to capture Sirius.

When John met the black-faced Rufus Scrimgeour in the castle, he must have been in a bad mood.

Scrimgeour arrived, accompanied by witnesses and executioners from the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Animals.

A magical creature, please come over to the Minister of Magic.

If it were Fudge, it would be excusable.

But Scrimgeour was an Auror and he was also a tough person.

It shouldn't be his turn for such a trivial matter. He came with a plan.

"You think Johnny Silverhand is unreliable, do you want to find a new backer?"

Narrowing his eyes, John watched Scrimgeour go to the principal's office. It seemed that he had something to discuss.

It's a pity. If I became the Minister of Magic, I might still have the right to speak.

The current Scrimgeour is only a temporary minister, and his character does not yet please Dumbledore.

"Execution at sunset, Buckbeak became a victim of the game."

Thinking of Hagrid's letter to him, John felt sorry for Hagrid.

"Just wait and be comforted."

John sighed and went to the secret room of the Star Society.

It will be a holiday soon, and some things in the secret room still need to be dealt with.

Arriving on the fourth floor, John took a look at the magic he left behind. In addition to the members of the Star Club, there were other people entering.

But the other party couldn't see the mystery on the wooden door, so John ignored it for the time being.

Open the door and enter. The Firebolt has been maintained and returned to its original place.

No need to think about it to know that it was Malfoy who did it. John opened the secret passage of the weapons warehouse.

Walking into the weapons warehouse, John raised his hand to summon the Sword of Silver Wake.

There were more cracks on the super magic crystal. Glancing at the new shoes on the table, John completed the last bit.

Putting on his shoes again, he looked at the Ring of Conjuration again.

The ring on his right hand was as black as ink, and the gemstone turned completely black, like an abyss.