The practical examination of ancient magical literature was placed in Classroom No. 13 by William.

"First... sir, what are we taking the exam?"

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

"It's very simple, it's all the things I've been taught in class." William smiled kindly.

His wand swung, and a row of badges floated over.

"Just make a disposable heating badge."

William did not ask them to make warm badges. They could emit heat, even if they scored high, if the temperature was appropriate, they would be scored directly.

If it can continue to release heat, he will even add an extra twenty.

But when William said this, everyone became obviously nervous.

It seems very easy to watch him do this kind of thing, but it is difficult to get started by himself.

Sure enough, something happened soon. Dean's badge burned and almost lit his robe.

Simo Fenigan's wand was swinged, and the badge exploded, his face darkened.

William walked happily behind the students, holding a quill and constantly rated the score.

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

William, like Professor Snape, lowered his air pressure and laughed behind Gole and Crabb.

There is no change in the badges of the two.

Seeing William's smile, Malfoy shivered and broke the badge.

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

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

Malfoy thinks this is unfair. Can achievements measure his level of effort?

Unexpectedly, Daphne performed extremely well. Her badge was steaming and looked pretty good.

William gave the full mark directly.

Daphne asked whispered:

"William, do you have time this summer? I happened to have extra tickets to the World Cup finals, in the private room...we..."

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

"Oh, okay..." Daphne seemed a little disappointed. "Then we will meet in the World Cup again?"

"Of course." William smiled politely.

After Daphne turned and left, Hermione came over sneakily.

Her cute face was full of vigilance.

"That's called Greengrass, invites you to watch the World Cup?" she said suspiciously.

"It seems that yes, probably because there are many tickets, so I'm going to sell them to me." William grinned and said nonsense.

Hermione seemed to be talking to herself:

"Yes, you can just go and see it together. I'm not very interested in Quidditch. If you are together, there will definitely be many common topics..."

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

William stopped the quill and gently touched Hermione's smooth forehead. The girl turned her head hard.

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

"Look at it... many people have low scores today, and there are some people who need to be renovated, such as Gole and Crab.

I don’t have to look at these two fools in the new semester. I don’t say anything about the class normally, but I also gave Professor Snape the opportunity to mock me.

Yo, there is another one here that has an extra twenty? Who..."

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

William held back his smile and said, "Oh, it seems like Daphne's grade..."

Hermione's eyes widened, shocked, aggrieved, resentful, sad, and appeared on her face one by one.

"Ha, I'm lying to you!" William handed the parchment to Hermione.

After she took it, she quickly checked it.

Hermione Granger: 120 points.

The girl's originally dark and rainy face was radiant.

Hermione looked up and asked in surprise: "Is this OK?"

"Of course, Flewy and Professor McGonagall give me an extra twenty every time." William said seriously.

"You are the only student who can make warm-up badges stably and fully meet the bonus standards."

"Besides, I am the teacher of this course. I said yes, that's fine... the teacher always prefers good students."

"Yes, I think so too." Hermione nodded vigorously, and her tone suddenly became lighter.

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

She stared at her eyes and asked, "There are many test papers in ancient magical texts?"

"Of course," William said, "It's all translators. I'll correct it alone, so it will take a long time to change it."

"I've decided!" Hermione suddenly said loudly:

"I won't go back to the dormitory tonight. I will stay in the house that will answer your requests... to accompany you to correct the test papers."

William nodded vigorously and said, "Yes!"

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...

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

William and Hermione walked through the grass and came to Haegeng's cabin. Today is the day of Buckbeck's execution, and William has made an appointment with Fudge.

"You've finished the exam?" Hager opened the door in disgrace.

William nodded.

After entering the cabin, what was unexpected was that Harry and Ron were also here at Hager.

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

"The sun has already set, you should stay in the castle instead of running around in invisible clothes... Peter may..."

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

"Also, you and William can come, why can't we come! I don't think there is any danger!"

"Be kind to the point, Harry!" William said coldly.

"Of course Hermione and I can come. I am also the third-grade ancient magical arts agent teacher.

According to safety regulations, only teachers can take students out of the castle after dark.

Are you and Ron also teachers?

Or do you think your strength is so strong that you can ignore Black?

I remember that the last time I went to Hogsmeade secretly, you two were deducted 250 points only after adding one, right?"

Harry opened his mouth, speechless.

William no longer paid attention to this pair of 25. If Peter caught Harry, it would be caused by his own death.

William looked at Hagrid. "Is Fudge coming?"

"I think I'll come in a while, and the execution will be after dark..." Haeger whispered.

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

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

Hagrid suddenly stood up and stared at the window. His rosy face suddenly turned into a parchment-like yellow color.

"They are here..."

In the distance, a group of men were walking down the stone steps of the castle. Walking in front was Dumbledore, whose silver beard shined in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He was next to him, Minister Fudge, followed by an elderly and frail committee member and executioner McNeill.

"You must leave." Hager shuddered, "Not to come out at night, and they must not find you here... Go, now..."

Harry picked up his invisible cloak and covered Ron, and he looked up.

William and Hermione had already taken a step earlier, using the magical body spell and disappeared into the room.

A group of people came over and stood at the door of Hagrid's cottage.
To be continued...