Lunch was more hearty, although the staple food was bread, which was a bit out of tune, but the current situation could only be like this, after eating and drinking, Alan and Anne had to deal with the afternoon exam after a few small talks - everyone had to wait patiently before the game, especially since he was still a prefect, and he had to follow to maintain the order of the exam.

Word had apparently spread about what had happened in the morning, and the students were talking about it secretly when they looked at him at the moment—they didn't have to listen to it to know what it was.

Naturally, he can't control his mouth on others, and there is no good way to deal with it, so Alan had to pretend that he didn't know anything, and sorted out the exam team with a serious expression - but he couldn't help the desire to complain in his heart.

As he walked past the twins, George stopped him, winked at him, and knew at a glance that he had something to say, which made him excited, and when he saw that no professor had come, he leaned over.

"Eh, Alan, you did well in the morning, are you sure in the afternoon?"

。。。

It's easy for a boat of friendship like yours to capsize - can you still have a good chat, I say?

So, Alan directly responded with a huge roll of his eyes: "What's the situation so happy, how was the morning question?"

"Don't talk about exams when you're so happy – we succeeded!"

What?

Alan looked confused - what did you succeed? Can you make it clear?

"Oops, that's it, the one we talked about last time-" Fred's expression was nervous, but he refused to explain, he had a look on his face that was so stupid...

Can you talk well?

Alan was confused, and when he was about to ask carefully, the small room in the auditorium opened, and Professor Flitwick appeared: "Allen-Alex-Andy-Augustine, you guys come in for the exam!"

The professor began to scream, and Alan naturally couldn't ask any more, and after handing the twins a look to be seen, he followed the other three towards the auditorium.

Professor Flitwick was about to assign him an examiner when one of the first of the examiners suddenly spoke:

"Alan, is that the little Hufflepuff wizard we all discussed at noon?"

"That's right, Professor March, it's him, the Hufflepuff prefect, a pretty good lad. Professor Flitwick patted Alan on the shoulder. (The professor had intended to slap Allen's big arm, but Alan bent down in cooperation - he had great respect for the knowledgeable professor with fairy blood, who never turned him down when he asked for advice with supernatural magic in his first and second grades.) )

Professor Flitwick's tone was very respectful - after all, the identity of the other party was there, the examiner of Dumbledore's graduation exam, a generation of legendary witches, the March class - a person worthy of respect regardless of age, experience, and knowledge.

"Very nice, kid, come to me. Alan was called straight over and sat down in front of the wooden table.

The egg cup on the table was supposed to be a very beautiful egg, but after he sat down, the cup disappeared with a wave of Professor March's hand.

"Okay, don't be nervous—" The professor's voice was loud, but not harsh, and even had the feeling of trying to keep it down. Judging from her face, she was very old, and her face was wrinkled like a spider's web—this was normal, after all, Dumbledore was one hundred and twelve years old, and Professor Marchband was still his examiner...

At this point, the other students at the table started - they were asked to cast various spells on the cups on the table to show off their spell manipulation abilities, but it was clear that this was not the case on Allen's side.

"Whatever you want, kid - say, a spell that surprises me?" the professor's tone was casual, but not demanding.

Obviously, Allen's test was special - after all, his performance in the morning was just too outstanding.

Fortunately, he didn't coax it.

"As you wish. Alan easily pressed his hand on the table, and the whole table began to creak, as if something was going to tear it down, and with the sound of the sound came and went, some small shoots emerged from the joint of the table, and then grew rapidly—as if it were a tree that had withered in the winter and began to sprout rapidly in the spring breeze.

As time passed, the branches and foliage became more and more dense, and countless green leaves began to reveal themselves, and then grew and stretched, covering the whole table tightly - at the end, at the top of the branches, the rose-colored buds slowly squeezed from small to large, from light to dark, and in an instant, a rich fragrance of flowers hit the whole room.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang, Boom, Boom. ”

With the spread of this floral fragrance, three sounds rang out from different tables - the candidates with Allen and his party were still in the serious test, but after being attacked by this rich floral fragrance, they were directly distracted, causing the things they controlled to fall down directly.

At this moment, their hearts are broken - are we taking a test?

Not to mention them, even their examiner couldn't help but tilt his head and watch the performance where Alan still pressed his hand on the table.

Under everyone's gaze, the flowers that had just bloomed bloomed at a very fast speed, and at the same time, the fragrance became more and more intense, and when the fragrance reached its peak, Alan slowly left his fingers off the table, his face was slightly pale (this was pretended), and he began to exhale long.

With Allen's hand leaving, the flowers that were still in full bloom quickly withered, and the clumps of flowers broke directly, countless petals fell from the air, scattered all over the ground, and the branches and leaves also quickly withered and yellowed, and in the end, the bare branches and the table carrying the branches scattered directly in a click, revealing the wooden planks that had become rotten on the ground.

After a moment of stunnedness, starting from the March class, applause rang out from the hands of the professors present,

Professor March's wrinkles were scattered by a smile, and she clapped and said in her undeniable voice, "Very good - an unforgettable performance, an unexpected magic, and there is no doubt that your performance matched your results in the morning, and I would say that this surprise was beyond my imagination as I am." ”

"Awesome, kid, I think you can go and get some butterbeer or something to celebrate this O. The professor's voice was even a little higher—Alan wasn't sure if he could be heard outside.

I don't know why.,The shame is on the table.。。。