The day's exams were over.
The most dreaded Potions class was also completed under Snape's close watch.
Many students who usually perform well made mistakes under his cold gaze.
Especially Gryffindor!
If it weren't for the exam, Snape would have definitely lost dozens of points!
Dinner time.
All the new students breathed a sigh of relief.
But they dared not relax, as the exam would continue tomorrow.
Countless little wizards holding textbooks created a peculiar scene.
The largest crowd gathered around Argus, in particular!
The day's exam made them completely abandon any idea of cheating and left them with no choice but to cram at the last minute.
Even if you couldn't fully memorize them, you should at least try to cram as much as possible.
After all, the Potions exam was already a disaster!
Given Snape's temper, even if you complete it perfectly, he'll only give you an A at most!
Getting an E would be a blessing from your ancestors!
"Judging from the timeline, exam week was the time of Voldemort's first decisive battle with Harry."
"I just don't know the exact date."
"More importantly, after Ron's tattling incident, Hagrid has a grudge against the two of them."
"Whether they can get the last clue out of Hagrid is another matter!"
While eating, Argus glanced at Harry and Ron.
At this moment, each of the two was holding a book, showing no sign of continuing to search for clues from Hagrid.
"It depends on how Dumbledore arranges things. Given Harry's current state, he probably won't have the guts to fight Voldemort hand-to-hand like in the original story."
"However, the Philosopher's Stone is indeed a good thing. If we have the chance to get our hands on it, we might as well give it a try!"
"I brought a lot of magical items when I went home last time, and with the bloody battle between Voldemort and Harry over, I'm sure I won't be in good shape."
As he pondered, Argus answered questions for the wizards who came to inquire.
His notes could only guarantee a passing grade, but some people always wanted to pursue higher grades, so it was only natural to ask the most famous academic genius at Hogwarts.
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One night passed.
A new round of exams was about to begin.
Today's first exam was the most relaxed one: Defense Against the Dark Arts.
These students had no idea of Quirrell's true identity; they simply thought he was a timid, good-natured man.
Especially Harry and Ron.
After Harry witnessed Snape threatening Quirrell, he became convinced that Quirrell was the guardian of the Philosopher's Stone and a hero secretly fighting against Snape!
His fondness for Quirrell grew stronger with each passing day.
Ron's situation was simpler; his liking for Professor Quirrell stemmed solely from Quirrell no longer allowing Argus to go to his office.
He was quite excited when he first learned about this.
In contrast, Argus was not so calm.
There was no more than a week until Voldemort made his move in the story. At this crucial moment, Voldemort would definitely try everything he could to increase his chances of success!
There were only two people at Hogwarts who could potentially help him.
First, Snape; second, himself!
Compared to Snape, whom he had never contacted since being parasitized, he was clearly a better choice.
As the examination hall doors opened, Quirrell stepped out and, in a halting tone, began to direct the new students to enter.
The exam papers were handed out quickly.
The questions weren't difficult, and Argus finished in less than a third of the time.
He had intended to hand in his paper when everyone else was handing it in, minimizing his contact with Quirrell.
But considering the magic to be used later, he would have a one-on-one conversation with Quirrell no matter what.
He immediately felt relieved and raised his hand confidently.
"Professor Quirrell, I've finished my exam!"
A collective gasp of astonishment erupted from the crowd.
Voldemort didn't seem to have any intention of showing up for this exam, and Quirrell appeared timid throughout.
Only when he saw Argus would a hint of hatred flash in his eyes.
"Professor Quirrell, the exam paper!"
Argus stood up and handed over the exam paper. The instant he made contact with Quirrell, he heard Quirrell say something quickly in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"Tomorrow night, go to the restricted area on the third floor."
Argus didn't intend to pay any attention and turned to leave.
But as soon as he turned his head, he saw Quirrell pick up his pen and stare intently at his test paper, which made him pause for a moment.
Quirrell smiled smugly and continued in an extremely low voice, "Does Mr. Grindelwald think I would threaten you with my grades?"
"No, no, no, that's too childish."
"As long as you're still in school, the people around you will always be your weaknesses!"
Damn it!
They're pulling this stunt again!
Can't you come up with something new?!
Argus stared intently at Quirrell with his blue eyes, his gaze filled with barely suppressed killing intent.
Quirrell acted as if he hadn't seen it at all, casually drew a circle on Argus' parchment, and turned to walk towards the other freshmen.
Argus took a deep breath, trying his best to calm himself down so that no one else would notice anything amiss.
He gave Quirrell a deep look, then left the examination room.
"Damn it! I overestimated Voldemort's limits!"
"They keep using the same trick! I have absolutely no way to counter it!"
"We can't keep them tied together for days on end, can we? Even a fool could see something was wrong!"
"Fortunately, Voldemort only caused a lot of trouble this year, and he was relatively quiet for the next few years until he started to resurrect during the Goblet of Fire."
"If I had known, I should have gotten two handguns from the Muggle world beforehand and brought them over to see how hard his head was!"
While cursing Voldemort for his lack of martial ethics, Argus was also plotting how to carry out the operation the following night.
To be honest, what truly terrified him wasn't the so-called three checkpoints.
It was Voldemort!
Knowing the plot well, he knew that Voldemort could not possibly obtain the Philosopher's Stone.
Unable to be resurrected, Quirrell's body once again fell into a state of utter exhaustion.
In this way, he became his alternative!
I guess he sent Quirrell to summon him with the same idea in mind!
"No, we need to make some more preparations in advance."
"We still have one day left, enough time to get a lot done!"
"It would be best to drag Harry into this too. I don't believe Dumbledore would let Harry risk his life with me!"
Once the exam was over, Argus went straight to Hagrid to acquire this batch of magical animal materials ahead of schedule.
He also asked for Hagrid's unicorn blanket and cushion.
Then he wrote to Vinda Rosier, asking her to send him a bottle of Felix Felicis as soon as possible.
He found the Weasley twins and spent a fortune to buy all their dungbombs.
Finally, he pretended to have some secret in front of Ron, and refused when Draco asked him to go out, using the excuse that he had something to do that night.
Everything was ready, just waiting for the appointed time.
The very next evening, Argus drank Felix Felicis in his dormitory.
A refreshing sensation rushed to his brain, and everything around him seemed to change.
The magic that was once obscure gradually became clear at this moment.
"Is this what Felix Felicis feels like? No wonder it's called the potion of luck!"
With a sigh, Argus made his way to the restricted area on the third floor.
A figure in black robes was already waiting at the door.
Although his face was still pale, the ambition and confidence in his eyes were something that ordinary people rarely possessed.
The look in his eyes as he gazed at Argus was filled with greed.
Argus did not show any dissatisfaction.
With a smile on his face, he bowed slightly, performing a standard aristocratic greeting.
"Teacher, it's been a long time."
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