With a wave of Snape's wand, all the desks and chairs in the Defense Against the Dark Arts ly flew to both sides and stacked up, leaving a rge space for the young wizards' exam.

  Snape walked to the farthest end from the students, took out a piece of part from his robes, and said: "Very well, the exam will now begin. When I call your name, e forward quickly - my time is very precious, and after the exam, I may o treat severely injured wizards and collect bodies of those who died actally."

  At Snape's cold words, many young witches with weaker psychological resilieually colpsed to the ground, sobbing.

  Ron's face ale as he mumbled an unknown song: "Goodbye mother, today I must sail away~"

  Harry was dumbfounded - he never imagined Snape would pull this move. He really was determio kill him here!

  Yes! That's it! If I die during this exam, he cim it was an actal death! That's his pn!

  He wants to silence me! Then no one will know about his theft!

  No, I 't die! The Philosopher's Stone needs my prote.

  Harry, believing himself near death, became fired up, pletely fetting his good friend Ron also knew about Snape's pn to steal the Stone.

  Harry felt his destiny as the Chosen One!

  (Not really)

  Standing at the back of the crowd, Glenn showed ion, but the little girl beside him was somewhat nervous - she had never directly faced Professor Snape before.

  She anxiously grabbed Glenn's hand. Sensing Hermione's ay, he forted her: "Snape will only use the spell you cast, Hermione. Just like our daily training - respond normally, o worry, but take it seriously."

  "I know, but fag Professor Sill makes me nervous."

  Glenn kissed her cheek.

  "Feel better?" Acc to Glenn's experience, whetle girl kissed him he felt happy and peaceful, so if he kissed Hermione, she should feel less anxious too.

  The little girl's fastantly turned red. She nervously gnced around, realizing they were at the very bad other young wizards' attention was all on Snape - no one had noticed Glenn's a.

  She shyly hit Glenn, l her voi embarrassment: "What are you doing?!"

  Glenn said seriously: "I thought this would reduce your ay."

  She punched him again, huffing: "That was too sudden! You should at least warn me!"

  Glenn expressed innoce, asking dryly: "So do you feel better?"

  Hermione couldn't help ughing - this guy, how could he make a sneak attack sound shteous, with such a pitiful expression? Though she did feel less nervous now.

  Looking at Glenn standing so properly due to her pretend anger, with that i look, affe welled up in her heart.

  Ahhh, how this guy be so cute!

  Resisting the urge to hug and squeeze Glenn, Hermione crossed her arms and replied tsuyle: "Much better." Seeing Glenn still standing properly waiting for her criticism, she finally couldn't help giggling softly.

  "Alright alright, I'm not mad at you. I know you did it to help me, and I'm not nervous anymore."

  The little girl waved her hand, patting Glenn's equally fluffy head as she smiled at him.

  Glenn sighed in relief - good that the little girl wasn't angry. He thought he'd done something wrong. Since Hermione wasn't mad and indicated his a was effective...

  ...The up!

  Glenn decided that whenever Hermione was nervous iure, he'd use this method.

  Definitely not because he wao kiss Hermione.

  Mm-hmm.

  While Glenn and Hermione were flirting, Snape on stage was ready to start calling people up for the exam.

  "First up, hmph, let's have our Chosen One - Harry Potter!"

  As expected, Harry was first. Ah eyes could see hoe targeted Harry in Potions css.

  The Gryffindor young wizards silently prayed for Harry, while the Slytherin snakes watched coldly. They had no iion of jeering, all fog ily on the first exam - they wao observe well before their turn to get higher scores from their Head of House.

  Harry walked up with an ashen face but wasn't panicked, clearly having expected to be called first.

  Holding his wand, standing opposite Snape, Harry began recalling ells he knew.

  Think, think, Harry, ells do I actually know?

  If he had a powerful spell, maybe he could defeat Snape before Snape could strike!

  Even if he couldn't win and couldn't dodge...

  At least he could die with dignity.

  Harry kept trying to remember any powerful spells he knew.

  But he realized.

  He didn't know any damn powerful spells - his mind was bnk except for a few jinxes for pranks, no other offensive spells.

  Memory Charm! I must have been hit with a Memory Charm! Damn it, it must be Snape - when did he do it?!

  Harry angrily imagihis ent sario, realiziruly hadn't mastered even one spell for a det attack.

  "Potter, hurry up, Potter. The flowers have wilted while I wait - shall I pour you a cappuo?" Across from him, Snape grew impatient seeing Harry's dey, tapping his right foot on the floor making thudding sounds.

  The sound was like a hammer, each beat striking Harry's heart, making him extremely unfortable.

  Feeling the plex gazes from those around him, Harry gritted his teeth and raised his wand.

  "Tarantallegra!" He shouted the intation, white light gathering at his wand tip before shooting toward Snape.

  Snape sneered, casually defleg the jinx. "'t even cast a proper spell? Just like you, Potter."

  "Tarantallegra." Snape's wand didn't pause as the same spell shot quickly from it.

  Harry only mao raise his wand before being hit directly, breaking into a strange dan the spot.

  "Well, yrade in this course is quite clear now. You may go." Snape waved his hand dismissively, shooing Harry off stage like a fly.

  The exam tinued as Snape called: "! Ron Weasley..."

  Ro up with a miserable expression.

  The exam proceeded, with young wizards going up oer another, but almost none showed any impressive performance.

  It couldn't be helped - this exam was truly too difficult for first-year students, their knowledge was far too limited.

  But "almost" was the key word.

  As Snape expected, Neville and Draco performed well - their offensive spells were quite proper, making Sake them slightly seriously, and they successfully dodged his terattacks.

  Only an idiot would try to bloape's spells directly! The correct approach was obviously to dodge!

  They weren't freaks like Glenn!

  Hermione's exam also went smoothly - instead of casting directly at Snape, she used the Fire-Making Spell to ighe floor under his feet, catg him off guard and f him to quickly extinguish it with the ter-spell.

  Snape's face darkened slightly as he cast Indio back. Hermioher dodged nor blocked - since she knew in advanape would only ter with the Fire-Making Spell, she dissolved it mid-air with the ter-spell, being the first and only young wizard to defend against Snape's ter without dodging.

  Hermione's elegant spellcasting and defense earned appuse from everyone below, even the Slytherins.

  "No wlenn chose her," the Slytherin shought privately, though still feeling envious and jealous.

  Hermione's performance was most excellent, followed by Neville and Draco. The others' performances were basically all hard to describe.

  What? You ask about Glenn?

  Glenn didn't go up to duel Snape.

  When Snape called Glenn's name, he g Glenn holding Hermione's hand and said expressionlessly: "Hawthorne, you don't o take the exam."

  "That's not fair!"

  Harry and Ron immediately protested - Snape enly helping Glen!

  Glenn must have told Snape everything about the Philosopher's Stone and how to get past the three-headed dog Fluffy, so...

  So he could be exempt from the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam! He must have known early on that Snape would be the examiner!

  Yes, Professor Quirrell's disappearance definitely had to do with Snape, and Glenn as Snape's ckey surely knew about it.

  It all ects! It all ects!

  Harry and Ron believed they had discovered the truth.

  The two were indignant, rallying their friends to curse Snape for favoritism.

  In the Slytherin camp, Draco watched the rowdy Gryffindors with amusement, already imagining how his godfather would punish them ter.

  Poiiht? Gryffindor would miss out on the House Cup again this year!

  Neville stood beside Harry and the others with a plex expression, unsure whether to stop them from c death.

  Was this favoritism? Obviously not.

  Sched the otion from the Gryffindors below, a sinister smile appearing at his lips.

  Never mind that Glenn could surely block his ter-spell - with Glenn's serious nature, he would definitely use his current stro and most powerful spell. If somethi wrong, the Defense would explode - what then?

  So Snape certainly wouldn't let Glenn up on stage. Moreover, he could use this to let those impulsive foolish lions make a fuss, giving him an excuse to deduct Gryffindor points!

  Snape: Everything is under trol.

  "Hawthorne is visually impaired," Snape casually gave an excuse that even he wao ugh at, immediately sileng the shouting Gryffindor students.

  Glenn was happy to stay idle and said nothing.

  Snape's ice-cold voice rang through the : "Additionally, for questioning a professor's decision and sndering a professor, you will each lose ten points from Gryffindor."

  The dagger hidden in the map finally revealed its bde, shog Harry and the others.

  Damn, they fell right into that old snake Srap!

  Beside them, Hermione, who had just beely ughing at how terrible Snape's excuse was, suddenly froze, her face falling like a sad kitten.

  You even find an opportunity to deduct points from this?!

  Hermione was going crazy.

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