Chapter 397: O.W.L.S exam would come
How can there be such a shameless person in the world?!
Alvin's speech completely broke the defense of several professors.
We are here to do career guidance, not to see how you show off!
Professor Flitwick resisted the urge to roll his eyes and continued to ask.
"Have you considered joining the Ministry of Magic? Ravenclaw hasn't had a Minister of Magic in a long time."
A glimmer of anticipation flashed in his eyes. With Alvin's reputation and status, it is estimated that he can become the youngest Minister of Magic in history.
Unfortunately, Alvin shook his head and rejected the proposal.
"It's so boring at the Ministry of Magic. It's either cleaning wizards' asses or dealing with other miscellaneous things daily."
"Might as well play Quidditch."
Hearing what he said, Professor McGonagall, a veteran Quidditch enthusiast, lit up.
"Gaunt, if you want to develop on Quidditch, I'm sure you can become the greatest Beater of all time."
Alvin shook his head again, rejecting Professor McGonagall's suggestion.
"Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I've acquired the Tutshill Tornados and can be on the pro arena anytime I want."
"Besides, there is no suspense about winning or losing with the games I participated in."
Although the words are arrogant, there is no refutation that anyone wants to stand up to.
Last year's Quidditch match against Durmstrang shattered many people's perceptions of the Beaters.
"Alvin," Snape said, a strange glint in his eyes.
"Have you ever considered staying at Hogwarts to teach?"
Several other professors' eyes also lit up, and they thought it was a good idea.
According to common sense, Hogwarts professors generally do not let students stay on campus directly.
After all, Voldemort didn't get this treatment back then.
But Alvin is different. He is an all-rounder.
Alchemy, Ancient Rune, and Potions. These highly specialized course professors have always been scarce resources.
If Alvin does stay at the school, it must be a good thing for the students at Hogwarts.
"Cough!"
When the professors fell into their reverie, Umbridge coughed twice, which was inappropriate and attracted attention.
She smirked. "Sorry, although I don't want to interrupt you, I still want to say that I am the Headmistress of this school."
"Unfortunately, I thought Gaunt was not qualified for the professorship."
Flitwick patted the table, and Professor McGonagall was also sullen.
"Umbridge, it's two years before Gaunt graduates, and Dumbledore will think about it then."
What she meant was obvious. You, Umbridge, still want to be the Headmistress by then?
Dream about it.
Umbridge's face changed. "Professor McGonagall, the Ministry of Magic will definitely bring Dumbledore to justice!"
"Pfft!"
Professor Sprout, who had been silent all this time, suddenly laughed.
This moment caused a chain reaction, and the others couldn't help laughing.
No one would think the Ministry of Magic would catch Dumbledore.
Next, the focus shifted from Alvin's career guidance to Umbridge's feud with several professors.
Alvin also enjoys leisure time and finds a reason to leave when the time is up.
He could still hear Professor McGonagall's angry roar until he walked out the door.
The end of the career guidance also means that the O.W.L. exam has entered the countdown.
The school atmosphere became extraordinarily dignified in the days leading up to the exam.
When the junior wizard was in the Common Room, they didn't dare to make a sound at all for fear of being severely punished by the irritable seniors.
The current fifth and seventh graders are on the verge of collapse.
Countless people regret why they didn't study hard at the beginning. Otherwise, they wouldn't be in the fifth grade and still learning second-grade knowledge.
"Ah! Why are these spells so similar!"
An unwilling roar sounded in the library. Madam Pince walked over without saying a word and very skillfully threw the student out of the library.
The other little wizards were not surprised at all because this was the third one recently.
Even this little wizard's symptoms are still mild. Yesterday, the one was really cruel. He wanted to eat the book and see if he could learn it directly.
Hermione was also very irritable at this time, with a hill of books in front of her, and Alvin was training her for consolidation.
"My dear, this is a 'roundabout' Rune, not a 'spin.' The gap between the two is quite large."
Alvin tried to speak to her gently, afraid that she would become hysterical too.
At that time, it was he who was to blame.
"Oh, sorry, Alvin, I got confused again."
Hermione patted her head angrily and quickly corrected her mistake.
Ancient Rune is one of her most uncertain courses, but people are more prone to mistakes when they are more nervous.
Hermione is in this state now, and her learning efficiency is extremely low.
With a sigh, Alvin's fingers flashed blue light and pressed softly against her temple.
Hermione closed her eyes comfortably, feeling the coolness in her brain.
She now has to review more than ten hours a day, plus the time for class, and she seriously lacks sleep.
Alvin can only use this spell and Calming Draught to replenish her spirit now.
"Actually, you don't have to fight like this. You don't have to answer all the exams correctly to pass."
"Some innocuous mistakes will not affect the final result."
But Hermione retorted with a serious face. "What if my Ancient Rune cannot pass because of the mistake in this question?"
Alvin opened his mouth, wanting to say that if you can't pass, then no one else has to.
Hermione was fine with everything, just too serious.
As someone who wants to be the Minister of Magic in the future, she should learn to control the overall situation rather than get entangled in the details.
But the character thing is too difficult to change and can only be subtly changed in the coming days.
Well, it's still a long time, so don't be in a hurry.
And in such a tense atmosphere, several old wizards who could barely walk came to Hogwarts.
Started this year's O.W.L.S exam.