64 exams

I was able to do it perfectly. I even went a step further and made a Michelangelo like design on the side of the box with a beautiful ocean blue gem embedded into the golden case. It looked like something a queen would have in her room filled with jewellery and other things.

Professor McGonagall was very surprised and impressed to see such a delicate yet detailed design in a snuffbox. It just went on to further prove that I was much more inclined towards imagination and visualisation. This was further accentuated when Hermione performed it and came out with an elegant yet basic design with all the proportions correct to the god damn decimal place. But her design lacked any "oomph" it was more of a "meh" design that wouldn't catch much attention if put out on display.

She still got full points since it was done according to the guidelines, but I actually got an extremely rare extra couple of points awarded to the best-transfigured snuffbox in the grade. The next practical exam was the edge lord Snape's. He made 90% of the students nervous as he glared at each and every one of them as if intentionally doing so to add pressure to the already nervous group.

Neville could be seen shivering like a leaf in a hurricane as he stared at Snape with intense fear. It reminded me of the 3rd year where it explored everyone's fears. I honestly think this is a very bad thing to do to others as it allows enemies to observe and note down the deepest fears of opponents. Sure, they were simply third years, but if I knew Ron had an irrational fear of spiders, I would sneak one in his bed every night… 'HAHAHAHA good idea Tom!' I praised myself as a smile spread across my lips.

[I almost pity the redhead… almost HEHEH,] said Drak with a burst of evil laughter. Getting my thoughts back on track, Snape would breathe down our necks at every turn as we attempted to make a forgetfulness potion. Hermione having some kind of natural talent with potions easily completed it in record time. Snape seemed to be more pleased with her now that she didn't show her know it all attitude during class. I didn't lag behind by much even with some hiccups and completed it as well.

Sadly, Harry and Ron were in a league of their own, Harry did the best he could, but he seemed to be tired and in pain for some reason. Seeing him grab his scar I assumed it had something to do with Voldemort. And it seemed to be a recurring theme as it happened often after his encounter in the forest. I overheard Neville trying to comfort him, it seemed he believed that Harry had a terrible case of exam nerves.

I knew that Harry was actually suffering from a lack of sleep due to waking up very often sweating profusely. Nightmares I assumed. I even used legilimency to see what he was seeing, and my guess was confirmed. He was seeming the hooded figure of Voldemort over and over again.

Moving on, we had our last exam, history of magic. A course I slept through without fail. I didn't even know what was going on most of the time and would only be awoken when class was done by Hermione who was equally not paying attention. The benefits of having a super memory were off the scales when it came to courses like history.

It was a one-hour exam answering questions about batty old wizards who'd invented self-stirring cauldrons. After this soul-draining exam finished and Professor Binns told us It was the end of the stipulated time and that we had to roll up our parchments, I couldn't help but cheer a bit. I don't think I have ever experienced time passing so slowly as it had for the past hour. I think I even saw flies flying in slow motion.

"That was a lot easier than I thought it would be, it seems I did all that studying for nothing, especially the 1673 werewolf code of conduct or the rebellions of the goblins, such a waste of time," said Hermione with a regretful tone. I flicked her forehead.

"What did I tell you, you shouldn't have studied so hard, there was no need for it, but your effort is most commendable, maybe you'll get a medal," I teased. Hermione who had just finished didn't get angry and only laughed with me before walking out of the class alongside all the other relived and stress-free students.

That afternoon, having just finished a sumptuous dinner, Hermione and I sat on the couch talking about random trivial things when we saw Harry and Ron come back. Harry had a scrunched-up face that spelled worried all over it. There was also a hint of determination.

I quickly read his mind and saw what happened, it wasn't that difficult as legilimency would bring up the memories of the target, and since Harry was in deep thought, the memories I saw first pertained to the issue I wanted to know about. It seems that he talked to McGonagall, and it appears that Quirrell has decided to act now while Dumbledore was also out of the castle.

Naturally, Harry still thinks that it's Snape but that didn't matter.

"What's happening?" Hermione asked with an expectant look.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"don't 'What do you mean?' me, what was he thinking to be pulling such a frown?" she asked with a straight face. I, on the other hand, gaped at her implied meaning.

"You did not just assume I use legilimency on him, did you?" I asked incredulously. How much have I corrupted the poor girl?

"Don't take me for a fool Tom, now spill the beans," she said with the same straight face. I could only shake my head in admiration. Admiration at my own work of art. Such a naïve girl turning out like this, simply masterful work.

[shut the hell up, God, how big is your ego, get to it, it's been so boring lately with all your stupid studying, let's have some fun with voldy baldy,] Drak said with a cackle.

I could only shake my head before explaining what I saw to Hermione.

An: only one chapter today, I was very tired. Hope you can understand :)