"Mac, what's wrong with you? Didn't sleep well last night?" Tolkien was energetic, while Zhao Mai yawned all over the sky, looking weak. "Sorry, I fell asleep at your place yesterday and occupied your bed. But don't you have other beds? Why do you look like you haven't slept all night?"

"I did not sleep all night." Zhao Mai rubbed his temples. He used the Holy Grail to look at the runes of the red "blood" which caused him to feel extremely mentally exhausted. This was the case since he left the green dream. If he had a pillow now, he felt that he would fall asleep quickly after lying on his back.

"Or don't go to class, have a good rest in the dormitory, and I'll tell you if there is anything."

"That's fine, thank you. If Professor Dumbledore asks, you can cover me up and say you've read too much." Zhao Mai yawned, holding Dogian's shoulder and swaying, "I'm back to my room."

"You're in your room!" Tolkien picked up his wand and shook it gently, then threw Zhao Mai on the bed. "Oh, why are you so tired?" He shook his head and walked out, and before he could go out, he could hear the snoring behind him.

Ado scratched his head and sat down. If Zhao Mai didn't go to the classroom, he wouldn't want to go. Although magic is interesting, he can also play games with Xiaohua, such as checkers and so on in the room. Dogian walked over gently, covered Zhao Mai with a quilt, then walked to the window and moved a chair to sit down, letting the bright sunshine that was rarely seen in Britain shine on his face, and then closed his eyes and rested.

This was a dreamless good sleep. Zhao Mai removed the barrier of his mind and breathed the natural force without any obstacles, allowing his body to relax the most thoroughly. The spell language he heard in his dream in Stonehenge also became his own thing in the dream. He snored and muttered the spell. Fortunately, he did not have a magic wand in his hand, otherwise there might be magic power flying everywhere in the room.

No one disturbed him all morning. When it was almost noon, Zhao Mai woke up by himself and felt refreshed. The reserved grain was so hungry that he rolled on the ground to beg for feeding. So Zhao Mai sorted out his appearance and took everyone to the cafeteria to meet with his classmates.

"What happened in class today?" When Zhao Mai and his companions ate for nearly half, Tolkien and his classmates came over. Everyone was browsing on their faces, obviously very happy.

"There is good news," Tolkien sat down and said, "The examination method has been changed. Whether it is a spell class or a potion class, it has become a written test. Then, according to the test situation, the random check will be conducted if necessary. Professor Dumbledore said that the random check will occur when the quota is insufficient and the two have the same grades, and then the actual operation will determine the score and ranking."

"This is really good!" Zhao Mai almost applauded the idea: "Then if you have good memory enough, wouldn't you be able to directly get into the highest grade? If everyone's grades are moving forward, more students can be arranged!"

"Yes, so everyone is very happy and should celebrate it!" Tolkien took out a small tin wine pot from his arms, added some to his own pumpkin juice drink, and asked others if they wanted it. Whether it was a male or female classmate, everyone added a little more or less to their drinks, and then raised their glasses together: "We have to thank Professor Dumbledore for the good things we have fought for us! A drink for his health and happiness."

A night owl with gray feathers and black claws rushed into the cafeteria, flew down at a nearly vertical angle like a dive bomber, threw a letter into Tolkien's arms, grabbed half of the roast chicken in front of Ado, flew up with a turn, and flew away with a smile. "Ado..." the giant muttered, holding the plate and then grabbed a whole chicken.

Tolkien opened the letter and read a few lines. Zhao Mai turned his eyes to Xiaohua. The red-haired girl stuck out her tongue at Zhao Mai, and then flew to Tolkien's back to peek. Soon she also frowned: "It was a letter from a woman I don't know. She said Edith felt very bad and had a very strong cold. She sent her to the hospital for treatment and found that she was already full. Ask which one should I go to if I went to the military hospital. This person called Edith his daughter, he should be Tolkien's mother-in-law."

"The cold is so bad? Isn't it already there... Oh, no, penicillin will be discovered at least ten years." Zhao Mai thought about it. This year is really dangerous. If you encounter an infection, the mortality rate will be very high, let alone pneumonia or various internal inflammations. He saw that Tolkien had stood up and was about to leave the table, but turned to Zhao Mai and said, "Mac, there is something I want to ask you for help."

"That's right, friends just need to help each other!" Zhao Mai said to him with a smile: "Tell me, how can I help you?"

"Can you drive me home? If you wait for the train to transfer, it may be too slow." Tolkien said: "My Edith fell ill and the situation didn't look optimistic."

"No problem, let's go now."

"Hey, have you two forgotten that the Ministry of Magic has blocked all entrances and exits and is not allowed to come in." Elbera was the most enthusiastic and hurriedly said: "If you go out, you may not be able to come back for the exam. This is a very troublesome thing!"

"We will find a way to go back first." Zhao Mai signaled Tolkien not to say much. Out of caution, he just said: "I think the Ministry of Magic is just to guard against the Muggle or Muggle items that have been accidentally broken in. It is not to lock the wizard outside, and it will be compatible. Please help us cover it up, something happened at home."

"No problem, we all know that family is important." Elbera agreed. When Zhao Mai and Tolkien walked out of the castle, the taxi was already waiting outside. "Do you want to say something to Dumbledore?" Tolkien asked after getting in the car.

"Well, I think so too. Professor Dumbledore has always been very nice to the cram school students, and I believe he can understand it." Zhao Mai thought about it and explained to him: "There is another reason for us to notify him. Although the exam has become simple, the number of places is still limited. Don't forget, how many attacks we cram school encountered before, and who did it has not been found out. Can you guarantee that no one will report to the Ministry of Magic, and we will not be blocked on the border or even lose the qualification for the exam? When I was attacked by the coma curse, there were only classmates around but no professors."

"It's all classmates, so it won't be like this, right?" Tolkien rubbed his forehead with his hands: "Why don't I go back alone, you stay. If..."

"There is nothing to be true if I'm here." Zhao Mai said to Tolkien: "You just received bad news and were too nervous, so calm down first. Since you came to me, I will definitely help you handle this matter well. This is what friends should do."

"Thank you," said Tolkien. "Where are we driving?"
Chapter completed!