"What are you waiting for?"

Carl looked at the people under the podium suspiciously, and after he said that after he started, everyone didn't seem to take action, just looked at him in a daze.

"Carl, that copy charm you just had!" reminded Hermione, her lips moving beside her.

"Copying Charm?" Karl looked at Hermione, "What's wrong with Copying Charm? Didn't I tell you before, as long as we make the cards, copying isn't a problem." ”

Hermione glared at him, gritted her teeth, and said, "You didn't say that at all!"

"Didn't you say that?" Karl recalled.

I don't think I said it.

"Amazing!" Professor Flitwick screamed.

He turned around and looked at Carl eagerly, not even caring about the many people present, "Carl, if I am your N.E.W.T. examiner in the future, I will give you an O with your hand alone!"

"Wow!"

There was an exclamation from the senior students in the audience.

"Why, Professor?" asked a Hufflepuff boy.

He wasn't unconvinced, he was also shocked by the scene where Carl conjured hundreds of teacups with a magic just now, he just didn't understand the mystery of this magic that made Professor Flitwick so amazing.

This year is his N.E.W.T. year, and he pays close attention to everything related to N.E.W.T.

"I think Carl would be more than willing to answer for us, wouldn't he?" Professor Flitwick looked at Carl with burning eyes.

Carl reluctantly said, "I've changed the Copy Charm a little bit to make it less difficult to control. ”

"Oh my God!"

Several seventh-graders covered their mouths in surprise.

The Copying Spell was a bonus for the Charms exam in the N.E.W.T. Ultimate Wizarding Exam, and they had learned from the books that since the Copying Charm was invented by the Haythrop twins, it didn't seem to have been improved, and Carl was the first.

The surrounding students in the lower grades were immediately attracted to the attention and whispered questions to a few people.

When the answer was answered, the gaze on Carl changed.

Flitwick added, "If you want, Carl, you can write a paper on your copy spell and related instructions and send it to the Experimental Spells Committee of the Ministry of Magic, they are always looking for new spells, and I can help you write a letter of recommendation to get your spell to skip the first review." ”

"Thank you, Professor, I'll think about it. Carl reluctantly said to Professor Flitwick.

The little wizard seemed to be a little too excited about the talent of one of his students, and he spoke completely regardless of the occasion, not even noticing that Professor McGonagall kept giving him glances.

Seeing that the audience seemed to be about to get out of control again, Carl was not ready to dwell on this issue any longer.

He pretended to glance at his watch, and said to the people below in a loud voice: "I think everyone should hurry up and deform, there are only five minutes left." ”

As soon as the words came out, there was immediately a complaint.

"Carl, how can you do this!"

Karl shrugged his shoulders unconcernedly, "Transfiguration doesn't take much time, as long as you can change, it will be done in ten seconds, by the way-"

"Four minutes to go. ”

Now, no one spoke.

......

"Change, change, change!"

Ron slammed his wand on the teacup, but no matter how many times he recited the incantation, the teacup didn't change in the slightest.

In fact, of all the first-year students present, hardly any of them made a difference in the teacup, except for two.

"Harry?!"

Ron looked in amazement at Harry's teacup, which had grown a rat's tail as he chanted the incantation.

And, "Bang!"

Seamus's teacup exploded.

When people are focused, time always flies.

Although he said that it was four minutes, Carl still set aside ten minutes for everyone in the audience.

Even when the time came, he did not shout to stop, but stepped down from the podium and came to everyone's side to look at each other.

He looked at the first-grade area first, and it turned out just as he expected.

"I'm sorry, Neville. ”

"I'm sorry, Dean. ”

"Hug ..... Seamo, I think you'd better go to the school hospital. ”

Looking at the charred blackness on Seamo's face, Carl was speechless for a while.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry......"

After dozens of apologies, Carl walked over to Harry and Ron's side.

"I'm sorry, Ron. ”

"Hold ......"

Karl looked at the rat-tailed teacup in Harry's hand in surprise, he was the only one who had made the difference so far.

But think about it.

Harry's father had become an Animagus by self-education in the fifth grade, a proper genius, and his mother was one of the most gifted girls in the school at the time.

At the same time, the Potter family, as the third of the three brothers of the Deathly Hallows, the inheritors of the Invisibility Cloak, and his descendants, should be at the top level in terms of casting talent and magic foundation.

Was it really delayed by Dumbledore's free-range education style?

The old man would rather bury the boy's natural talents than do anything beyond his plans.

He was too afraid that Harry would become the next Dark Lord after his revenge.

As Grindelwald said, the old man's desire to control is too strong.

Karl sighed rather regretfully.

"Excellent, Harry, but still sorry. ”

Harry nodded knowingly, a slight disappointment in his eyes, but not too frustrated, he had expected this.

After a moment's hesitation, Carl added, "But if you can focus more on your schoolwork, I think your progress should be very fast!"

With that, he turned and walked towards his next target.

Rarely, Harry didn't echo Ron's complaints, but instead fell into thought.

Carl came to Malfoy, and for some reason, the latter looked at him expectantly.

But Malfoy's teacup, like the vast majority of other first-graders, hasn't changed in any way.

"I'm sorry, Draco. ”

Carl gave Malfoy a rare name.

After all, this time everyone was called by name.

After Carl left, Malfoy seemed a little incredulous, thinking that he deserved preferential treatment as the child of the owner of the joke shop.

"Well deserved!" Ron gloated.

Even the bad mood caused by being eliminated has become much better.

After reading all the first-year students, Carl's eyes were on the results of the second-year students.

To be honest, it's almost the same as first grade.

Most of them didn't make the teacup change even the slightest.

The only thing that's better than the first grade is that there are a lot more people in the second grade who make the teacup change.

"Sorry, Aki, not qualified, but I have to say, it's good. ”

Carl tells Cho Chang that this is the second time he's spoken to Cho.

The girl did even better than Harry, and she even conjured the head of a mouse.

The girl was a little frustrated, but she smiled at Carl reluctantly.

Then, Carl's eyes turned to the third grade.

The situation is much stronger in the third grade than in the first and second grades, after all, the third grade students have already begun to really learn similar shapes.

"Cedric, very good!"

Looking at the rats scurrying around Cedric Diggory's hands, Carl complimented heartily.

He was also relieved, if he didn't even find a person who echoed the request after making such a big effort, then he wouldn't be working in vain.

"Thank you, Carl. ”

Cedric nodded politely at Karl, drawing a round of applause from the surrounding Hufflepuffs.

For the former, Carl deliberately took a closer look.

Cedric Diggory, who is only in his third year, already has a bit of the personable Hufflepuff prefect of the future.

He was slender, half a head taller than Carl, who was about to reach the tip of his nose.

At the same time, Cedric is handsome and polite, and he talks to Carl with a warm smile on his face, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

To be honest, Cedric Diggory is one of the few boys Carl has seen at Hogwarts so far who can match him in terms of appearance.

Both are equally handsome to break through the sky.

Then, Karl took a closer look.

It's so impressive!