Chapter 760: Chapter 760

The next day, exams continued. After the exams for the fourth years came to a close, Felix had two days in a row with nothing much to do. He joined Professor McGonagall in receiving the examiners from the Wizarding Examinations Authority.

Leading the team was Professor Marchbanks, who, despite her stooped posture and wrinkled face, was alert and had a surprisingly loud voice.

The arrival of the examiners signaled the end of the leisurely days (which weren't really leisurely) for the fifth and seventh years. They were about to face two weeks of intense exams. As one experienced student put it, "It's like living in hell, but you can see a glimmer of hope for relief."

"It's not that bad," Harry reassured a frustrated Ginny, who was preparing for her O.W.Ls exams. "The sixth-year curriculum is even more insane. Just look at Ron—" Ginny turned her head aside, unable to hold back a laugh. Ron was staring at Hermione's Transfiguration notes with a furrowed brow, his face bearing clear ink smudges from where he had been writing.

"If only I were a Metamorphmagus, then I wouldn't have to worry," Ron said listlessly. "The theory is a nightmare, and the practicals are barely interesting. I just hope to pass in the end." His words were met with agreement from others.

"It's such nice weather outside, yet here we are wasting our time in exams. My eyes are going blind," Dean complained similarly.

At that moment, Hermione walked in from outside. She had just finished her Arithmancy exam, and her upcoming exams were the same as theirs. "You've got something on your face, Ron," she said cheerfully, pulling out *Advanced Transfiguration* from her bag.

"Just leave it. I'll remember to wash it off tomorrow," Ron grumbled.

For the next few hours, Harry stayed up with Ginny, helping her revise until late into the night. She was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open, and it took Harry's insistence to get her to go to sleep. Soon after, Hermione left too, leaving only a few lamps lit in the common room. Ron stared at his Transfiguration notes for a couple of minutes, realizing he hadn't actually read a single word. Finally, he resigned himself to follow Harry back to the dormitory.

"Harry, Ron, do you know when Professor Babbling is leaving the school? I wanted to see him off."

Harry perked up, looking at the shadow where Ron was standing, and Ron's movements stiffened. "Um—" Harry racked his brains for an excuse, but Ron suddenly said, "I'm sorry, Neville, we don't know."

"Oh, okay. I was just thinking..." Neville muttered a couple of unclear words, then turned over and went back to sleep.

Harry lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, realizing he wasn't sleepy at all. His mind was filled with Neville's questions; Neville still didn't know Professor Babbling's identity... Would this secret be kept? Neville might ask the professor directly, or he might not... Maybe Neville wanted to give the professor a surprise.

Harry knew why Neville was so concerned: only a few professors had invited him to their offices.

But that was Gellert Grindelwald, the Dark Wizard.

Some memories seen in the pensieve became part of his dreams, making his mind a mess. Voldemort's figure appeared from time to time, seemingly mistaking him for Dumbledore and Snape, cursing him in various ways. Harry had to convince himself with strong will that there was an exam the next morning, and he needed to get enough sleep to have the energy to recall those tricky Transfiguration theories.

The Occlumency started working, and everything quieted down. Harry yawned deeply and drifted off to sleep.

"The next step is to set up a large number of Disillusionment Charms?" At the same time, Felix, who was still working late, asked.

Dumbledore looked around the chamber with great interest.

"Yes, that's the final step," he said.

The chamber looked completely different from before; they were now standing in a jungle, with magical creatures passing by, occasionally looking up at them and the giant serpent above their heads.

Indeed, Voldemort had been moved from Classroom Seven to here. When Dumbledore came to discuss the final battle location with Felix, he suddenly thought of this place. Salazar Slytherin had considered this place a secret chamber and a place to study blood magic, so he had set up many protective spells.

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"The environment here is excellent," Dumbledore said, looking up at the sky and the surrounding entertainment areas, admiringly. "But how did you come up with the idea to transform the chamber into an amusement park?"

Most wizards wouldn't have such an idea.

Felix shook his head.

"It was inspired by Tom Riddle."

"Voldemort?" Dumbledore was slightly surprised, then realized, "Is it another personality?"

"Yes, when I found out that Riddle inevitably realized he was Salazar Slytherin's descendant and started investigating the location of the Chamber, I simply invited him along—there are quite a few ideas here that he came up with."

Three days later, in the afternoon, the Ancient Runes practical exams for the sixth years were nearing completion.

Although these students had known the exam content for over a month, they still had to complete their projects within the allocated time. For three whole hours, students raced against the clock, becoming more cautious as the end approached, fearing they might mess up at the last minute. When Hermione raised her hand first and submitted a solidified Firebird figurine, the other students followed suit. Their ideas were diverse, and many of them impressed Felix.

Harry handed in a magical broomstick that looked quite decent, with seven floating circuits embedded inside. Not only could it hover in mid-air, but it could also bear a certain weight. However, when Harry sat on it to demonstrate, the broomstick immediately caved in at the center, looking less like a broomstick and more like a misshapen flying carpet. "It's a connectivity issue, Potter. Don't underestimate the role of seemingly meaningless characters; they are responsible for channeling magic," Felix remarked.

Ron submitted a wizard chess piece that was about a foot long. He couldn't compress the size of the piece any further. "It's still a connectivity issue, Weasley, but you must have put a lot of emotion into making it, which makes it look more lively," Professor Felix commented.

Ron lowered his head, staring at the knight chess piece in his hand, which looked quite fierce. He didn't know if the professor was being sarcastic.

"Appearance is not one of the assessment criteria," Felix said.

Many young wizards chose animals, but hiding the charm was actually more challenging. Susan Bones' little rabbit agilely ran around them twice before sneezing and dispersing itself. She opened her mouth, dumbfounded, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Well done, Miss Bones. You need to pay attention to the details,"

Only then did Susan heave a sigh of relief, tidy up her things, and walk out of the classroom briskly.

"That's why I mark them on the spot—I'm afraid I won't have time to take them back." Felix muttered under his breath.

He was very prescient and quick-witted. He always appeared in front of the most urgent students, seizing the opportunity to take a last look at them when a series of accidents occurred—such as a peacock shaking off its feathers, a flame-spitting snail burning itself and the table to ashes, and a winged notebook flying out of the window, etc.

After the last student left the exam room, Felix's forehead was slightly sweaty. This was also a test for him.

That night, a group of people stayed at Hogwarts. They came from the International Confederation of Wizards headquarters.

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