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Almost as soon as all the food and drinks were served, the remaining female horses took their seats.
Levin tried these centaur dishes.
Compared to the French, Italian, and locally adapted cuisine of Hogwarts, centaur food is much more rustic.
The meat must be in large chunks, the bread must be in large slices, and the seasonings must be flavorful enough... but at least, their sense of taste is the same as that of humans.
In short, aside from the fact that the portions were too large to finish, Levin still enjoyed his meal.
"However, where do the raw materials for these cheeses come from? I don't seem to have found any large-scale livestock farming there."
This was Levin's only point of contention regarding the meal.
When he had eaten his fill, a water pouch was suddenly thrown at him.
Levin turned his head and saw Daisy, who was holding another water pouch and looking at him happily.
"I'd like to raise a glass to you, Professor Levin!" the girl said warmly. "Thank you for choosing me and changing my destiny!"
Levin opened the water pouch and smelled it; a fruity and fermented honey aroma wafted out. It turned out that this was not a beverage, but alcohol.
Daisy noticed Levin's unusual behavior and explained, "This is wine brewed by the centaurs themselves. It's not very strong, so don't worry about drinking it."
Clearly, the centaurs do not have a rule prohibiting minors from drinking alcohol.
Seeing Daisy's enthusiastic gaze, Levin nodded, took a big gulp, and drew cheers from the surrounding centaurs.
Soon, the other horsemen became restless. Couples embraced each other, young men invited their favorite girls, and pairs of horsemen danced joyfully around the campfire.
The foals, not yet adults, gathered around the table, stuffing their mouths with food while watching their older brothers and sisters dance.
Although the centaur has four legs, it can still perform a joyful dance.
At that moment, Daisy actually came up to Levin and curtsied to him, using a horse's leg, but it was very standard.
“I learned this from a young wizard,” Daisy said, extending her hand warmly. “So, Mr. Levin, may I invite you to dance with me?”
"Honored."
Levin nodded, stood up, and took Daisy's hand.
Although there was a significant height difference between the two, the boy was able to manage the somewhat difficult coordination and dance steps thanks to the agility provided by "Cat Elegance".
After a joyful dance, Daisy was covered in sweat and her face was flushed, making her look exceptionally alluring.
Looking at the teacher in front of her, who was even younger than her, Daisy found her more and more adorable. Coupled with everything that had happened today, she finally couldn't resist going up and giving her a kiss.
The banquet will eventually come to an end.
After a hearty meal, Levin bid farewell to the enthusiastic centaurs, as he needed to return to the castle before dawn.
He arrived riding a unicorn, escorted by Ronan and Ferenczer.
They left in the same small team, but with the addition of Daisy.
The enthusiastic student insisted on taking the teacher to the edge of the forbidden forest.
"Daisy, Daisy, I regret accepting you."
Riding on Larry's back, Levin wiped his cheeks while muttering complaints under his breath.
"If I had known this would happen, I should have taught you how to respect your teachers before I granted you power."
"Oh dear, I'm sorry, little teacher." Daisy chuckled, appearing very lively—she had been like this ever since receiving the inheritance—"Who told you that little teacher's face was so cute, I couldn't help but kiss it a few more times."
"Ugh, to describe me as cute? That's ridiculous." Levin pouted resentfully.
However, Daisy knew very well that her little teacher wasn't really angry.
However, Larry, who was under her crotch, couldn't help but kick her to the side with her hoof.
"Lari, don't do this," Levin advised.
For some reason, after he danced with Daisy, Larry's attitude towards Daisy was always very strange.
Is this... a competition for favor?
Seemingly sensing Levin's emotions, Daisy comforted him, "Don't worry, little teacher, I'll master the ability of [Animal Talk] soon and get along well with Miss Larry."
"Then it's up to you."
Levin nodded.
Looking at the black lake that came into view, he called out to Larry and jumped off her back.
"We've reached the edge of the forbidden forest. We'll stop here. You should head back now."
Goodbye, son of the oak.
"Jupiter will always be high above your head."
Ronan and Ferenczek waved goodbye.
When it was Daisy's turn, the girl suddenly leaned in again, leaving a water stain on his left cheek, and then gave him a hug.
"Remember to come back often to check on my study progress!"
"Yes, certainly."
Finally, there's Larry.
After Levin hugged her neck, Larry suddenly stuck her head out and gently bit his right cheek, leaving a drool mark.
What are all these things about?
Having bid farewell to the unicorn and the centaur, Levin ran towards the castle in the rising dawn.
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Despite the earnest expectations of Larry and Daisy,
After Levin returned to Hogwarts, he did not frequently return to the Forbidden Forest to visit them.
Because the final exams will begin in less than two weeks.
Exams, exams, exams—the teacher's magic weapon; grades, grades, grades—the student's lifeline.
As exam day arrived with summer, the young wizards all looked dejected, unsure whether it was the sun or the exam papers that were to blame.
The written exam was a real headache. The teachers gave them new quill pens specifically for the exam, and they even recited anti-cheating spells on them.
The experience of trying to finish a last-minute assignment in the library is certainly a headache.
But what's even more frustrating is racking your brains in the exam hall to scrape together the last bit of the exam paper—and this time you're not allowed to look at the book.
But when the young wizards see the practical exam, they will realize that the written exam is actually a form of mercy.
The test for the Spells class was to make a pineapple tap dance across a desk.
The test was relatively easy; most young wizards could do it.
Levin almost crashed,
He thoughtfully gave the pineapple hands, feet, and dancing shoes, and then made it dance wildly. The dance moves were almost all learned from some MMD videos. The moves were so intense that they could easily set you on fire. Even though it was just a pineapple, it almost made the little wizards watching get nosebleeds.
Before the dance was even halfway through, Professor Flitwick, his face darkening, said, "Mr. Levin Green, full marks! Well done, but don't do it again next time."
So he was kicked out of the examination room.
The test for the Transformation class was simple in question, but quite difficult: transform a mouse into a snuffbox. The more exquisite the box, the higher the score; if the box still had the mouse's whiskers or tail on it, points would be deducted.
First-year students learn only two things throughout the entire year:
To turn inanimate objects into inanimate objects, and to turn living things into inanimate objects.
For Levin, turning a rat into a snuffbox was a very simple task.
However, making a snuffbox exquisite is not easy.
This had nothing to do with Levin's Transfiguration skills; it was simply because he had almost never seen a snuffbox before.
So he had to improvise. Snuffboxes and such... they're just small boxes, right? So Levin turned the dusty mouse into a black wooden box, with dragons and phoenixes carved along the edges and some gold patterns added. A square indentation ran across the front of the box, which could hold a nameplate or a photograph.
When he handed the small box to Professor McGonagall, she was quite pleased, after all, this was a Transfiguration class, not a Design class.
But when she looked at the little box, she always felt something was off.
When Zhang Qiu, who was passing by the classroom, saw Levin's work, she almost burst out laughing.
There were even people who tried to fob off a professor with an urn containing ashes.
Levin's conjured "urn" was already quite excellent, because most of the things conjured by junior wizards were atrocious.
Ron's snuffbox retained its tail, Neville's retained its ears, and Seamus's snuffbox was only seven-tenths cooked.
Transfiguration was indeed the most difficult course; the number of students in the entire grade who could perfectly complete it could be counted on two hands.
These two exams are just not easy for students to get high scores on, but the Potions exam is almost devastating.
During exams, Snape would wander around the exam hall, emanating a chilling aura. Wherever he went, the young wizards would feel as if they were cursed, their hearts heavy, unable to recall anything joyful, becoming like a human Dementor.
Under his influence, many people underperformed, especially Gryffindor, where almost everyone except Hermione failed miserably.
The exam question was about forgetting potions, but many young wizards seemed to have already drunk the exam materials, making all sorts of terrifying mistakes.
Levin was still completely unfazed by the mere potion test. The entire process took about an hour, but he only spent 40 minutes successfully brewing the potion and received another excellent grade.
The rest of the exams were even easier.
The exam for Herbalism class involved processing Dictamnus dasycarpus. Levin mischievously cast a druidic spell on his Dictamnus dasycarpus, and when Professor Sprout examined the juice, she was almost speechless—was this pure Dictamnus dasycarpus really cultivated by her?
The flight course exam is the easiest. You don't need to fly like a Quidditch player; just flying normally will get you a high score.
In fact, a Quidditch master like Levin only needs to make a symbolic lap to get a perfect score.
The astronomy exam involved drawing star charts on the spot using a telescope.
Defense Against the Dark Arts and History of Magic exams are the most boring and the simplest and most brutal.
It's all just content that you have to memorize from textbooks.
Quirrell really messed up by making Defense Against the Dark Arts class as boring as History of Magic.
History of Magic was the final exam, and when Professor Binns' ghost told them to put down their quills and roll up their parchment answers, the young wizards cheered.
After the exams, it's time to relax. They have a full week of free time before the exam results are released.
While the young wizards were taking a stroll, Harry and his friends hurriedly found Hagrid.