While Malfoy was still sitting on the long-delayed express train, watching the scenery along the way, the breakfast time for Hogwarts students began.
The windows above the auditorium were thrown open, and the owl carried today's Daily Prophet into the school.
"I remember that April Fool's Day has passed long ago." Ron threw the latest issue of "Daily Prophet" on the table, his face was as ugly as if he had swallowed dozens of slugs just now, which made his stomach nauseous , even if his favorite food is in front of his eyes, he does not want to take a bite
He pointed to the soup-stained copy of the Daily Prophet, which had a full-page report on how Malfoy was forced to leave by the tough Dumbledore.
"We can foresee how the underage Mr. Malfoy, under the persecution of that authority, made an extreme act of resistance." The report wrote.
"Meaning he's coming back to class today? Just no punishment? This is the funniest joke I've ever seen."
"That's ridiculous!"
Harry looked numb, but he was not as excited as Ron, who was still immersed in the grief of Dumbledore's death.
"His father is said to have been exonerated in the same way." Ron said angrily.
"And in the second grade, the basilisk in the secret room also said that he was under the Imperius Curse!"
"Weasley, for making too much noise, ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor." The person who deducted points was not Snape, but Professor McGonagall.
It was obvious that she was not in a good mood.
There is no way to refuse a hard order from the Ministry of Magic.
From the teacher's point of view, she wanted to believe that the student was fine.
But she was there at the time, and Malfoy's eyes were clear, and he didn't look like he was being manipulated by the Imperius Curse. If he was really innocent, he definitely wouldn't have acted like this.
She also believed that it was impossible for Dumbledore to allow any innocent student to be wronged.
But now, Dumbledore also...
She coughed a few times, as if she was choking on the hot tea, and with her sharp and majestic eagle-like eyes, she looked around at the students around the long tables.
These are the objects she strives to protect.
She had to pull herself together, no matter what, one cannot wallow in sadness, the school still has to run, and classes still have to go on.
Morning assembly was over, the students dispersed, and for the fifth-year Gryffindors and Slytherins, the first class was hers.
"What we're going to do today is a quiz."
Professor McGonagall walked into the classroom quickly, and then she waved her magic wand, and the stacks of parchment on the podium flew to the desks in front of everyone's seats one by one.
Then the black handwriting gradually emerged from the blank paper.
Exam questions for the Metamorphosis course.
"Hmm..." She glanced outside the classroom.
The rectangular lectern in front of him suddenly became shorter and shrunk, two sets of wheels were added to the flat base, and then staggered unsteadily, rolled under the rostrum, wobbled a few times, and then stood still completely.
"Okay, Mr. Malfoy, your place is here." She waved towards the door.
After hearing this name, Pan Xi, who was sitting in his seat, immediately pricked up his ears, raised his head abruptly, and then quickly but hesitantly confirmed it.
All the students present whispered.
Malfoy waved in Pansy's direction, smiled, and sat down in the only empty seat that Professor McGonagall had made for him.
"Silence!" Professor McGonagall waved his wand lightly, and the surroundings immediately became silent.
A spell specific to the examination room.
"Let's discuss anything after the exam."
"Okay, the Transfiguration class test has started. I have made some predictions about the direction of the owl.s test in previous years. I hope you can get the results that meet your expectations. It is also a test of your own level." Professor McGonagall pointed at the students in front of him. they said.
"Also, Mr. Malfoy, if your results this time do not meet my expectations, then maybe you will have to postpone this exam until next year."
"You've wasted a lot of time," Professor McGonagall added.
"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded, replied, and then began to look at the test paper in front of him.
The exam has officially started,
But even with the exam, some people don't seem to be aware of the situation.
Pansy's face was always tilted in Malfoy's direction, even though it was only his profile that remained in her eyes.
"Miss Parkinson, it's test time. Your eyes, you'd better just stare at your test paper, and don't try to make any small moves." Professor McGonagall walked quickly to Pansy's seat, and lightly tapped the wand in his hand. Lightly tapped in front of her eyes, reminding her.
Hearing this, she hurriedly buried her head, stared at her test paper absent-mindedly, and pretended to write and draw on it with her quill pen.
After Professor McGonagall left, his eyes turned a few times secretly, and he glanced there intentionally or unintentionally.
She felt that she must have failed in today's exam, because she didn't have the heart to answer the questions at all.
But it doesn't matter, because I have already got news that is much more important than the test results.
In addition to this, there is another person who has also been greatly affected.
"What are the difficulties in the deformation between fluid matter and solid matter? What problems should be paid attention to? What laws should be used?"
"The control of magic power... Igor's law of limit suppression... It is necessary to pay attention to the guidance and adjustment of rapidly flowing objects that need to be predicted."
"What is the most widely used Umbrella Transfiguration Charm?"
"Extracting the medicinal liquid, the umbrella rotation can drain certain impurities and drain the blood."
"Which one consumes less magic power to turn a donut of the same volume or an ordinary solid bread into a one-eared teacup."
"Donut."
Hermione's eyes never left the test paper for a second, and the quill in her hand was extremely smooth, as if she was really concentrating on the test.
But the slightly distorted handwriting still exposed her emotions, and the once beautiful handwriting now looks a bit scribbled.
Like Pansy, her mind is now preoccupied with the back-to-school boy sitting in front of her.
Her brain was divided into two parts for a while, one part was used as a memory transfer machine, controlling her right hand, which was used to answer questions numbly and output the answers on the test paper.
Her serious attitude towards schoolwork made her instinctive enough to write the answers on the test paper.
As for the other part, it was all used to think about the special candidate who just joined this exam.
"When was the arrest for him cancelled?"
"Why was it cancelled?"
"Professor McGonagall seems to know something?"
One question after another emerged in Hermione's mind.
Because this time point is too coincidental, after Dumbledore's death.
He immediately "repented of his grievances".
That's ridiculous.
Also, she didn't feel too much strangeness in Malfoy, it seemed that she had only met him not long ago, and the inexplicable familiarity, she wanted to recall, but felt that she couldn't find the answer.
Suddenly, her quill stopped, and she encountered a problem. The mechanical handling of the answer was useless. She had to shake her head, throw away distracting thoughts, and concentrate on thinking about the problem.
"Mr. Ron, if you have problems with your eyes, Madam Pomfrey can prescribe some medicine for you." Professor McGonagall looked at someone's back with bloodshot eyes, and reminded him.
In the end, he could only look unwillingly at the parchment full of questions.
After that there is no more episode.
The quill scratched the parchment with a rustling sound.
The exam time ended with the sudden sound of a bell in the distance.
"Put away your quills." Professor McGonagall waved his wand, and the parchments floated up, as if they had wings, and flew to her desk in order.
"Professor McGonagall!" Ron shouted loudly as he stood in the way of Professor McGonagall who had put away the test papers and was about to go back to the office.
"Isn't that guy wanted?" He questioned.
"Maybe some of the current students already know the news, but I need to announce it at dinner tonight."
"This matter has been adjudicated in the Wizengamot court. According to the result, he is innocent and a victim, so it is normal to return to Hogwarts to study." Professor McGonagall said blankly. Answering Ron's question.
"Professor McGonagall, can you repair the test papers for me? I may have accidentally damaged some." Hermione suddenly walked to Professor McGonagall's side
"Granger." Professor McGonagall said Hermione's name, and then a piece of parchment popped out
Professor McGonagall squinted his eyes and looked at it through his lens. It looked like a long irregular slit torn by the tip of a pen.
Then she tapped the parchment paper with her wand, "It's back to normal."
Those gaps are tightly closed.
Professor McGonagall certainly wouldn't make low-level mistakes.
The cracks have healed, but the handwriting is still the same.
"Okay." She nodded, her tired eyes were hidden in the framed eyes.
Students themselves are not able to cast any magic on the test paper, it will be punished as cheating.
"Okay, go and rest, Granger, you look a little tired, is the subject difficult?" She nodded slightly, and then asked with concern.
"It's okay, Professor McGonagall." Hermione nodded slightly, her brown curly hair swaying, and her big eyes that were full of energy in the past are now a little sluggish.
The excessive load on her brain made her seem sleepy.
Ron wanted to say something more, but McGonagall put his wand up in front of his lips, made a silent movement, and shook his head at him.
"Okay, Mr. Weasley, take care of yourself, I will give you an explanation at dinner time." She said strictly, and did not reply to Ron's questions.
On the other side, Pansy and Malfoy had already reached the corridor, and the former was pestering the latter, asking some questions endlessly. .
"You come back this time..." The girl wanted to ask him countless questions.
"Draco, come to my office." A deep voice interrupted their conversation.