Ernie from Hufflepuff was getting more and more interested in other people's review time. It had become a very annoying habit.
"How many hours do you think you can review in a day?" he asked them anxiously when they were waiting in line for the herb class.
"I don't know!" Ron said. "A few hours."
"More or less than eight hours?"
"I think it should be less," Ron said, a wary look on his face.
"I can review for eight hours," Ernie said proudly. Ernie puffed out his chest as he spoke. "Eight to nine hours. I study for an hour before breakfast every day, so the average is eight hours. If everything goes well, I can study for ten hours on weekends. I study for nine and a half hours on Monday. Tuesday is not so good, only seven hours and a quarter. Then Wednesday … "
If time allowed, he would go on and explain in detail how he squeezed out the review time.
Judging from his appearance, if others reviewed less than him, he would find great satisfaction in the process of comparison.
It was not something to brag about. The key was not the amount of time, but whether or not one had really mastered all the knowledge.
If Elwyn wanted to, he could review for as long as he wanted. There was no time limit at all …
Besides, he also found that students who were obviously good at studying would say that they were bad on purpose when asked about their grades. Then they would start to analyze their shortcomings in front of many students who were actually worse than them.
This happened to Hermione, Harry, and Ron again and again.
For example, she got an excellent grade in her last magic history class, but Professor Benz still pointed out Hermione's shortcomings, which bothered her a lot. She talked about it to Elwyn, Harry, and Ron many times, analyzing why she wrote that way.
Elwyn's grades were beyond expectation. Harry and Ron both barely passed, which was much worse than Hermione.
As expected, when Hermione finished her serious analysis, Ron would become very unhappy.
But soon, he brought up the topic again, and Hermione also liked to talk about it …
This wasn't showing off. Hermione was probably really nervous.
Of course, she was not on the same level as the others.
To Elwyn, Harry, and Ron, her insignificant worry was a cruel injury.
Also, information about the examiners of this exam, the staff of the Sorcerer Examinations Authority, had also been circulated among the students, especially those in charge. Many students who came from families of Sorcerers said that their families had a close relationship with them.
From the looks of it, it seemed that because of this, the examiners would be lenient towards them when the time came.
Even Hermione was very concerned about this matter. She wanted to know what kind of people they were.
Neville's grandmother knew Giselda Maciban, who was the head of the Wizard Examination Authority.
"What's she like, Neville?" Hermione asked immediately after Neville said he knew Machiben. "Is she strict?"
"A bit like Granny, really." Neville lowered his voice and said, "I hope she doesn't …"
"It's not a bad thing, Neville, maybe …"
"I don't think there's any difference!" Neville said even more sadly. "Granny always told Professor Machiben that I'm not as good as my father. Hmm, you saw what kind of person my grandmother is in St. Mungo. She's just like my grandmother."
This was the first time they heard Neville mention that they had met in the Sorcerer Hospital.
Elwyn did not know what the situation was like in the seventh grade, but in short, the fifth grade students were becoming more and more abnormal!
In order to concentrate, improve their brain power and cure their insomnia, there was a thriving black market among them.
Eddie Camicel, a sixth grade student in Ravenclaw, wanted to sell them a bottle of Buffy's Wake Up Potion. Harry and Ron were very interested in it. Eddie swore that he got nine "Excellent" grades in the O.W. Ls exam last summer, all because of this potion, and a whole pint only cost 12 Garen.
Ron promised Harry that once he left Hogwarts and found a job, he would return half of his money to him.
But before they closed the deal, Hermione confiscated Camicel's bottle and poured the contents into the toilet.
"Hermione, we want to buy it!" Ron shouted.
"Don't be silly!" She said sharply. "You might want to buy Harold Dingo's Dragon Claw powder and use it all up."
"Dingo has Dragon Claw powder?" Ron asked eagerly.
"Not anymore!" Hermione said. "Elwyn and I confiscated it. Don't forget who you are, Ron. You are a Prefect. You should know that these things don't work, we …"
"Dragon Claw powder does work!" Ron said. "The effect is surprisingly good. It can really improve your memory. There were a few hours when your brain was especially sharp. Hermione, let me try a little, okay? It won't hurt."
"This stuff is harmful," Hermione said sternly. "I looked carefully, it's actually the dried feces of a fox."
Hearing this, Harry and Ron were not so interested in the Wake Up Potion.
Elwyn had some Wake Up Potion, but the two of them were not very interested in it. What they needed was something that could make them smarter, something that could help them remember all the key points of the exam, not a magic potion that would keep them awake.
In such an inexplicable atmosphere of anxiety, they waited for the time and specific arrangements of the O.W. Ls exam.
"Just as you can see!" When the students copied the date and time of the exam on the blackboard, Professor Meg said, "Your O.W. Ls exam will last for two weeks. You will take a written exam in the morning and a practical exam in the afternoon. Of course, your astronomy practical exam is arranged in the evening.
"Now, I have to remind you that your exam papers have been imposed with the most stringent anti-cheating spells. It is strictly forbidden to bring automatic quills into the exam hall. In addition, there are memory balls, detachable clip cuffs, and automatic error-correcting ink. I'm afraid I have to say that every year, there seems to be at least one student who thinks he can escape the rules of the Wizard Examination Board. I only hope that there is no such person in Gryffindor. It would embarrass me. I hope you can rely on your own efforts and do your best to face this exam. You have to think about your future. "
"Excuse me, Professor!" Hermione said, her hand in the air. "When will we know our results?"
"An owl will send it to you in July," Professor Meg said.
"Great!" Dean Thomas whispered. "We don't have to worry about it until the holidays."
"Well, go back and get ready. Elwyn, come here. I want to talk to you alone," Professor Meg said.
As expected, Professor Mag, who was the only student who skipped a year to take the test, gave Ivan a special reminder.
She believed in Elwyn's ability and just hoped that he would pay enough attention to this exam.
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