Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 591 Sleeping Harry

Chapter 591 Sleeping Harry

By the time Xilun returned to the common room, it was almost 1:30 a.m. People dragged their tired bodies to bed, preparing to get as much sleep as possible to prepare for their last exam the next day.

Fortunately, the History of Magic exam, which is the last exam, will be held in the afternoon, so they don't have to worry about being woken up right after falling asleep.

Xilun had originally planned to go back to bed for a nap after breakfast, but before he could even go upstairs, he was inexplicably dragged to sit by the window of the common room by three people next to him.

Then, a stack of notebooks three and a half feet tall appeared in front of him—all of which Hermione had taken this semester.

"These are all notes on the history of magic?" Siren asked incredulously. "What exactly did you write? Even ten volumes of 'History of Magic' stacked together wouldn't be this thick!"

"It's nothing, I just made some annotations on those important events."

"What did you just say?" Ron glanced at the notebook, which was almost as tall as a freshman's. "This is called 'slightly'?"

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Hermione glared at Ron, who immediately shut his mouth.

"Because some events are really important," she said. "But due to length constraints, 'A History of Magic' only briefly mentions many important events, so I went to the library and found the detailed accounts."

"Like this," Hermione said, flipping to the top notebook. "The significance of the founding of the International Wizarding Federation—I dare say there's a high probability of questions on that in this exam. And this—the goblin rebellion—that's the topic that's appeared three times in our final exams so far."

Hermione explained with great conviction how important her notes were, and Siron had no choice but to grit his teeth and read them with them.

However, when the fifth-year students entered the Great Hall at 2 p.m. for their final History of Magic exam, Ren discovered that Hermione had gotten everything right.

Question 4: In your opinion, did the wand legislation fuel the 18th-century goblin rebellion, or did it help to better control it?

Hermione's notebook contained the exact same question, and because it was related to wands, Siron took a second look at it.

He remembered that the answer seemed to need to be interpreted from two aspects. First, the wand legislation was an important reason for the goblin rebellion. At that time, the Ministry of Magic stipulated that all "humanoid" animals (including goblins, centaurs, merfolk, and house-elves) were prohibited from using wands.

The fairies, of course, disagreed, and after more than a decade of conflict, they finally launched a rebellion.

However, due to the same wand legislation, the fairies, lacking an important weapon, suffered a significant decline in strength, ultimately leading to the failure of the rebellion.

Either answer will get you half the points, but you need to write both to get full marks.

There is also a tenth question: Please state which events led to the establishment of the International Federation of Wizards and explain why the wizards of Liechtenstein refused to join.

This is about the International Federation of Wizards, which means Hermione guessed both of her examples correctly.

Xiren couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He wished he could have gotten Hermione to say more, since he could never possibly finish reading those three-foot-thick notes.

Including the time he spent daydreaming, he only read about half a book in the morning.

Well, there's no point in thinking about that now—so why did the wizards of Liechtenstein refuse to join the International Confederation of Wizards?

Oh, by the way, the first guild master, Pierre Bonacourt, wanted to stop hunting trolls and give them their own rights—while Liechtenstein opposed this decision, believing the guild master to be a fool with a brain the size of a troll.

In response, Siron expressed his support for the Liechtenstein wizards.

To be honest, trolls don't even understand what rights are; they just smash everything in their path with their clubs. Bonaparte's decision was as foolish as Barnabas trying to teach trolls to dance.

At the very front of the auditorium, sand was continuously falling from a huge hourglass, while quill pens made a constant rustling sound all around.

When Xilun finished the last question, only a thin layer of sand remained in the hourglass.

Fortunately, although time was a bit tight, I managed to finish writing all the questions before handing in the paper. Regardless of whether I knew the answers or not, at least I filled in the blank spaces under each question.

So it seems this exam is quite physically demanding.

Now they just need to wait for the exams to end, and then they can officially begin their vacation.

Although this holiday may not be very enjoyable, for most Hogwarts students who have just finished their fifth year, it's already a wonderful day as long as they don't need quills and parchment.

The sand in the hourglass is getting less and less.

However, at that moment, a screeching sound suddenly came from the left side of the auditorium, followed by a person's desperate roar.

"Stop! Don't hurt him!"

As soon as Siron turned his head, he saw Harry suddenly stand up. Because of the force, he overturned the table and chairs, and the wooden table almost hit Neville's foot.

Harry covered his forehead with one hand, panting heavily. His head was wet, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

"No looking around! Continue the exam!" Professor Toford shouted. "Please note that there are only thirty minutes left until the end of the exam."

Although people were curious, they all snapped out of their daze after hearing his words, quickly looked away from Harry, and continued writing their exam papers.

Professor Toford and the other examiner exchanged a glance, seemingly reaching a decision.

He quickly walked over to Harry, grabbed his arm, and led him outside.

"Don't worry, child, just bear with it a little longer, I'll take you to the school clinic right away."

He thought Harry was feeling unwell, which was why he was sweating profusely from the pain.

"I'm not going—I don't need to go to the school hospital—" Harry said weakly as he regained consciousness, trying to break free from Professor Toford's grasp.

But whether it was from a recent nightmare or because he was too weak, Harry tried several times without success. Professor Toford's hand was like a pair of tongs, firmly gripping Harry's wrist.

"I...I'm fine, sir." Harry wiped the cold sweat from his face and stammered, "Really, I just accidentally fell asleep and had a nightmare."

Professor Toford's expression shifted, seemingly displeased. However, no examiner would be happy to see a student sleeping in the exam room.

But he also agreed with Harry's statement and released his grip.

"Are you under too much pressure from the exams?" He patted Harry on the shoulder and said sympathetically.

"Ah, yes." Harry nodded quickly, "I was so nervous, I didn't sleep a wink all night, so I accidentally—"

"Alright, I understand." Professor Toford nodded and said that Harry could go get a drink of water now and then return to the Great Hall to take the exam.

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