Chapter 114 The first day of exam week
Proctoring is really not a good job.
Even if Andrew is not really invigilating the exam, but is just participating in the exam as a school staff member to comply with the procedures, he cannot relax reading or doing other things.
This job is tiring, but you can't relax.
After all, coming to the examination room to do things at his age would easily attract criticism, and it would be too irresponsible to be careless - this is not an office after all, and there are so many people staring at him.
In other words, Andrew could breathe a sigh of relief when Professor McGonagall came to see him - even if the pressure was less this year, Professor McGonagall still looked back and forth with great concern.
Fortunately, the first exam was extremely safe and there were no accidents - no students fainted due to stress, and no one was caught cheating.
Andrew breathed a sigh of relief, and then greeted the examiners, made sure that all the test papers were collected and filled in with names, and then he felt completely relieved. He asked the house elves to put away the tables and chairs, and then the morning's work was completely ended. Task.
Not all work is a blessing - after finishing the easy work of handling documents in the office and helping the professor run errands, what's going on when I get busy with the exam and slip away.
After the house elf rearranged the dining table, Andrew stretched out, moved his body, and walked out of the foyer - he was very tired now and planned to go back to the lounge to relax his mind and lie down for a while.
"Done?"
Huffman was similar to him, with a tired look on his face.
"Done - luckily it's practice in the afternoon."
Andrew muttered softly, "I have to go back and lie down for a while. The work in these two weeks has been heavier than I thought."
"As long as there is no trouble, I hope you don't get caught cheating this year. You can go back and rest first - if it doesn't work, just get some more sleep and go to the kitchen to make up for it afterwards."
"Besides... there is ice cream at noon after all."
He waved goodbye to Huffman and walked towards the lounge, then threw himself on the bed and fell asleep - having an active mind usually helped him a lot, but once there was nothing to attract his attention, it was very difficult. It’s torture.
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"It's time to eat, Andrew."
When Hal pushed Andrew awake, Andrew felt alive again.
I'm afraid I'll have to think of something less serious tomorrow. After all, the proctor can still move around, but he can't.
"I heard they said you went to invigilate the exam?"
Who is slandering me?
The fifth-grade students will stay for another two years, and Andrew has no intention of hanging up on this resume that can easily arouse hatred.
"I'm just confirming that the examination room is normal. I am only responsible for serving the examiners and not the students."
He shook his head rapidly, and he didn't want this reputation - although he was a little bit concealed, it was definitely better than the junior first reporter going out to ruin his reputation.
"Ah...isn't it the invigilator?"
"no."
Andrew was categorical, "I'm just a waiter, working from early to late and not getting paid."
"Tragic...we thought you were exempt from the final exam."
Hal looked disappointed, "After all, I said you have to take leave for the entire exam period."
"Almost...I will most likely have to study by myself in these two weeks of classes, but luckily I have notes."
"But you didn't tell us..." Several roommates looked at each other, and it could be seen from each other's expressions that no one had been entrusted with taking notes.
"Other seniors...should not fail...right?"
Andrew's confidence was a bit lacking - other courses were fine, but self-study of potions was not that difficult.
"miserable…"
"What's even worse - you have to hand in your homework too."
Andrew spread his hands, and everyone's faces were suddenly filled with happy expressions - you can't let your boy take all the good things.
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It’s true that I have to make up for homework—but I don’t have to do it at night.
A little exaggeration is good for the friendship between classmates. It is human nature to be afraid that brothers will have a hard time and that brothers will drive Land Rover.
'But there seems to be nothing to be proud of...'
While reading his notes, Andrew watched the examiners conduct random checks on the students' spellcasting - there was basically no possibility of cheating, so he could comfortably do some homework or do something else on the table, as long as he didn't make any noise.
To be precise, he must do something else that fits his position as a mascot - he must sit there and be serious during the centralized examination in the morning so as not to affect the students' answering questions, and he must be more relaxed in the afternoon so as not to make the students nervous when they are one-on-one with the examiner. .
He played his role well and took the opportunity to study and complete his homework. He even stared at the examinee for a while, but was quickly warned by the examiner - read your book honestly and don't disturb the examinee unless something unexpected happens.
This is simply unreasonable - but the examiner is the biggest in the OWLs examination room, so it’s good that he still has a seat. Their dean, Professor Flitwick, is calling people from the outside with a list at the moment, and he can’t even enter the examination room...
Fortunately, no accidents happened to the fifth graders - the examiner was able to put the broken plates and cups back together easily, as was the enchanted animal.
Andrew spent a pretty good afternoon listening and reading, and planned to bring some extracurricular books over tomorrow afternoon.
The exam room didn't even need to be tidied up in the afternoon. Andrew just asked the elves to clean the room and that was it - Professor Flitwick didn't even leave when he left.
"How did you feel about the exam, classmate Taylor?"
Professor Flitwick asked with a smile.
"Very disciplined."
Andrew struggled to find an emotionless word to comment on.
"Indeed, you are very disciplined. Professor Tofty actually asked you how you were doing with your spells."
The dean smiled with a bit of evil intent.
Professor Tofoday?
Andrew recalled it and found out that it was the professor who warned him - well, I think I heard Huffman say that under the leadership of Ms. Marchban, the people in the Administration basically have no prejudice, and can even be said to be very biased. Enthusiastic, but very demanding in terms of grades...
At that time, Andrew thought it was normal - for a person whose work focused on scoring academically, it was normal to be so harsh on grades, but now...
? ? ?
There is a way to judge by using deformation! Just because the examiner is good at magic spells shouldn't make him so one-sided!
While Andrew was still speechless, Professor Flitwick walked away with a smile - he would still have to watch the seventh grade Charms test tomorrow.
It took Andrew a little while to figure out that his dean had used him to relieve some stress after a long day at work - he was shaking and cold, when would the students of Hogwarts really stand up?
He shook his head and smiled, and started running towards the kitchen - at this point, the remaining ice cream at noon should not have been taken away by the Hufflepuff students. He decided not to show martial ethics once and cut off the ice cream. .
(End of chapter)