After giving everyone a few minutes to digest what he had said, Carl quieted everyone down again.

Looking at the large crowd below, Carl felt that he had to sift out some of them first.

So with a little apologies, he spoke: "Well, what the studio needs is a certain foundation in Transfiguration and Charms, so I'm sorry, if you don't think your magic level is enough, you may leave first." ”

However, after waiting for a long time, no one moved.

I'm going, are you so confident?

Carl's eyelids jumped.

He felt that he had already said it bluntly enough, and that he had to be more direct.

Carl shook his head helplessly, and had to say directly: "First-year students can go first." ”

When he said this, he had his own considerations.

He hadn't even asked the second-year to leave, at least they had been at Hogwarts for over a year, and maybe a few of them were really talented.

But in the first grade, he was familiar with this class of students, even more so than his own grade.

The best one was already standing behind him, and the rest of the little guys had only been enrolled for less than three months, and it seemed that they were secretly beating the hearthstone every day, and it was estimated that few people had listened to the class seriously.

What can such a bunch of little kids do?

Bombing schools?

And, most importantly, of all the grades, the first-year students are the most uniform.

Sifting them out is almost the equivalent of sifting out a quarter of the people.

In this way, you can directly save a lot of time, so why not.

However, as soon as the words came out, the scene immediately got out of control.

"Oh my God! why?!" Ron shouted in disbelief as he looked at the stage.

Harry shook his head in disappointment, but he knew that it was normal for Carl to let them go, so he didn't say anything.

Others weren't as calm as he was, though, and most of the first-year students were like Ron.

"Carl, there's no way you're going to let us go!"

A first-grader in the crowd shouted, immediately with the unanimous approval of those around him.

"Granger is also in the first grade, why should she stay!" a Ravenclaw girl screamed.

Everyone, you say a word, I say a word, and even the second grade and higher grade students are involved.

The classroom was getting noisy again.

"Quiet!"

It was Professor McGonagall who stepped forward.

She squeezed her way through the crowd, walked to the front, and glared at Carl.

Like the other teachers, she was curious to see how Carl wanted to choose people.

At the same time, she also wanted to take this opportunity to see if she could find out what level of Carl's magic had reached.

To be honest, she was a little unsure about the latter point.

It's just that she didn't expect that so many people would come, and she didn't expect Carl to be unable to control the scene.

Carl smiled helplessly at her, he had always been a loner, and he was really a little powerless in the face of so many people.

I heard Professor McGonagall say again: "Everyone, no loud noises, if you don't want to be brushed off!"

Sure enough, as soon as the words came out, no one dared to speak loudly anymore.

With that, Professor McGonagall turned back to Carl and said, "Over to you, Carl. ”

Karl nodded, his gaze sweeping over the audience.

"Well, since everyone is so confident in themselves......

Karl thought about it with his hand on his head.

"So be it!"

He waved his wand into the air, and a teacup appeared in front of him out of thin air.

He took the teacup in his hand and said to the people below, "All you need to do is turn this teacup into a mouse, and you will pass the first test." ”

After saying that, Carl found that the people below were all looking at him in a daze.

Especially in the senior grades, Carl noticed that the people seemed to look at him a little straight.

"Is it a silent spell?!" a sixth-grade Ravenclaw girl whispered to someone next to her.

It's something they've only talked about this semester, and so far, it seems like no one in the entire grade has been able to do it.

Several teachers also exchanged glances in private, their eyes full of surprise.

Compared to the students, their focus is elsewhere, and if the silent spell is acceptable, this flying spell summoned out of thin air is not something that any wizard who is still in school can use.

However, the younger students didn't pay attention to this at all, they didn't know how difficult it was, and their focus was on what Carl was saying.

"It's not fair, Carl! we haven't learned this yet!" said a second-grader.

"Yes, Carl, you must at least show us how to say a mantra!" said another student.

This one is in the first grade.

However, under Professor McGonagall's gaze, everyone was relatively restrained, everyone just expressed their opinions, and the others just expressed their opinions normally, and the voices were not loud.

It's as if you can learn it right away.

Karl opened his eyes and said in his heart.

Magic isn't something you can use knowing spells, especially Transfiguration.

Although neither the teacup nor the rat are large objects, it is much more difficult for the former to become the latter than for the latter to become the former.

It is equivalent to turning a simple individual into a complex individual, which is a great test of the caster's ability to control magic.

"Okay, I'll show you how, you see. ”

Carl laid his left hand flat, and the teacup sat quietly in his hand.

He held his wand in his right hand, the tip of which pointed to the teacup, and chanted the incantation aloud.

In order for everyone to hear clearly, he pronounced the incantation very slowly, and every syllable was very clear.

As soon as he finished pronouncing the last syllable, the teacup in his hand began to change shape rapidly, and eventually, it turned into a white mouse, which crawled around on his palm, and Karl had to pinch its tail to keep it from falling off it.

There was applause in the classroom, even Professor McGonagall beside her.

She complimented, "Very good Transfiguration, Carl!

"And the clever Silent Flying Spell!" said Professor Flitwick, who had walked up to the front at the same time.

Carl had to express his gratitude.

When the applause subsided, he repeated the incantation three more times.

Then, with another wave of his wand, the mouse in front of him turned back into a teacup.

He tapped his wand on the teacup, and the latter began to copy out of thin air, from one to two, two to four, and four to eight......

Eventually, hundreds of teacups appeared in front of him, densely suspended in mid-air.

Karl waved his wand again, and the teacup flew under the podium.

When the teacups flew in front of everyone, he said to the following, "Everyone has ten minutes, please start." ”