This morning, the auditorium has changed.

Yes, I don't think there has ever been a time when the Great Hall has been more intimidating than it is now—the four House Tables have been moved to another place sooner rather than later, and are replaced by small single tables far apart. There were noticeably more braziers on the surrounding walls than usual, and a single light illuminated the entire auditorium.

Even the enchanted ceiling above his head was now glowing with white light, and even the sky that was clearly visible was gone.

However, such a bright environment, if it is paired with the solemnity and depression in the heart, the tension is no less than the boundless darkness.

Right now, the young wizards of the other grades had already gone to class, and only the students who needed to take exams would gather in the foyer according to their shifts, and then send them into the auditorium to sit in a completely disorderly order.

"Oh...... Please, hurry up and get started! In a seat at the back of the center, Ron clutched a quill and stared at Professor McGonagall at the front of the auditorium, "Start, then finish...... Seriously, it's a terrible feeling! ”

No, to be precise, he was staring at the giant hourglass beside McGonagall. The end of the accumulated gravel was still underneath, and it would not be turned around until Professor McGonagall thought it was ready to start.

When all the students had sat down and fallen silent, Professor McGonagall and the exam invigilator standing on the other side looked at each other.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the exam begins."

As she said this, with a flick of her wand, the large hourglass flipped silently.

As soon as the words fell, in a loud sound of turning the test papers, Ron also hurriedly flipped the paper in front of him to the front. These test papers are all under strict anti-cheating spells, and the same is true for quill pens, inkwells and other exam equipment, and the examination board will not leave any room for students to cheat.

Of course, if someone really dares to cheat in such an important exam, the consequences of being found out are quite serious.

"Hmm......"

The first question is simple, it asks for "writing a spell that makes an object fly" and "describing the spell of the spell". For a question like this, I'm afraid that as long as a young wizard has taken a normal class, he can easily write the answer.

But it was this first question, which was almost a point giveaway, that suddenly put Ron in a dilemma.

"Oh...... Merlin ...... above," he muttered, muttering silently, "Damn it, which spell should I put in it?" ”

In fact, in this exam, there was really a small group of students who fell into the same predicament as Ron. And these students, and the little wizards who have practiced seriously.

“…… Levitation Spell, Flying Spell, Hover Spell, Feather Spell...... No, theoretically, the last feather spell doesn't count as 'flying'. In that case, it doesn't seem that the levitation effect caused by the obstacle spell is not counted...... But ......"

This question is only the first small question, and the space left for answering is obviously not enough to fill in too much content. But no matter how small the space is, two or three spells can still be written, which is enough to make it difficult for Ron, who wants to get a good grade, to make a choice.

If you want to blame, you can only blame Maca for leaving them with too detailed and exquisite spell analysis data, and Ron has worked hard for his own growth. He was no more talented at spellcasting than Harry, so he spent more energy than Harry on theory.

Therefore, he still had a series of unnecessary doubts even though he knew that most of the questions only needed to fill in a "levitation spell".

Naturally, the majority of students with similar talents to Ron were in the majority, and when the members collided head-on with this exam about the path of life, entanglement and hesitation became inevitable.

"Oh! Let's still levitate the Charm! Ron paused and shook his head vigorously, "What the hell am I thinking!. LS Exam Paper ......"

Yes, even if they hesitate, most of them will wake up. But it was a waste of time, but it has become a reality.

In the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall and the proctors wandered quietly in the aisles, mostly mindful of the discipline of the examination room, though occasionally glancing at the young wizards' papers. Soon, the proctors, who didn't know much about the Hogwarts students, didn't notice anything, but Professor McGonagall gradually noticed some anomalies on some of the papers.

It can be seen that there are a dozen or so students who have a similar state on their papers - the speed of answering questions is significantly lower than the average, but the accuracy of some of the answers. LS.

It would not be unusual for Hermione to answer the questionnaire as quickly and well, but it would be surprising that such a group of students who are usually inconspicuous have such a similar state of answering at the same time.

By the way, these candidates are all Harry, Ron, Neville, Hannah, Ernie and other little wizards who usually have a good relationship with Maca, among them, it is difficult for McGonagall not to pay attention.

"Maca, this kid, did you give them some extracurricular training?" Professor McGonagall said half-joyfully, half-sadly, "This is amazing...... It's just that I'm afraid it's too late in time......"

Just as Professor McGonagall had feared, when the exam time was over, several of the young wizards stood up in wailing as the invigilators swept away the invigilators on the faculty desks in front of the auditorium.

"Oh, no—" Ron was one of them, of course, "and a few more questions—a few more questions to finish!" Merlin's stinky socks, they're going to be finished—"

However, no matter how "finished" it is, it is only a matter of a written test of Charms. At first, Maca only gave them a detailed analysis of the spell, but did not give them theoretical analysis materials for other subjects.

Don't look at Ron in the morning, they are miserable, by the afternoon, they can be regarded as having tasted the sweetness.

After lunch in the auditorium, which had temporarily returned to its normal environment, the candidates were taken to the small hall next to the auditorium for the afternoon practice tests in alphabetical batches.

Hermione's batch was relatively early, and she was called to the auditorium early to complete the test, and she didn't return to the small hall after the test.

Ron and Harry looked at their classmates and saw that they were all nervous. Some muttered spells, some waved their wands, and some almost stabbed someone in the eye if they weren't paying attention...... It can be said that almost none of them have been stopped.

Seeing that they were far more nervous, they relaxed a lot after comparing left and right.

"Harry, I think it's about to be your turn......" Ron touched the wand in his arms and patted Harry's elbow lightly, "How are you, are you sure?" When I think about not finishing the exam paper in the morning, I feel very empty......"

"Grasp? Who can say they are sure? Didn't you see that even Hermione walked in with trembling hands? Harry grimaced, "Do what you need to do, don't-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the side door to the auditorium opened again.

Pansy Parkinson...... Padma Patil...... Parvati Petyer......" shouted Professor Flitwick, the little man who appeared behind the door, "and, Harry Potter!" ”

"Good luck, man!" Ron slapped Harry's elbow again.

"You too!"

Harry gave him a not-so-stiff smile, and then walked towards Professor Flitwick with heavy steps as if he had been on the execution ground.

"Professor Tofodi's there, Potter!" Flitwick, who was standing by the door, gestured to a table in the far corner.

Most of the examiners and proctors who served as examiners and proctors in the Wizarding Examinations Board were former professors, and some of them were even quite famous in their own right. After retiring from the original magic school, these respected old professors were selectively rehired to the examination bureau to shoulder the heavy burden, and they are really a group of wizards worthy of admiration.

"Harry Potter is it?" Tofodi Sr. looked at the roster on the table, and then glanced at him from the edge of the lens, "The famous Mr. Potter?" ”

"Uh...... Yes, hello. Harryo nodded a little reservedly.

"Relax, don't be so nervous—" Old Tofodi smiled kindly, then said tremblingly, "Well, please let this little goblet do some backflips for me, be careful not to break." ”

Specific and clear testing requirements like this were obviously much easier for Harry than theory. Since wine glasses are fragile, it is obviously safer and more effective to control them with a levitation charm.

As the testing continued, Harry found that there were many places where Maca's spell analysis could be used. After he had completed all the steps quickly and accurately, the old Professor Tofodi on the other side nodded with considerable satisfaction.

Of course, the content of the practical test varies from person to person, and the difficulty of the test varies greatly depending on the severity of each examiner.

When Ron was called across from an old witch with a blank face, his heart sank.

"Ron Weasley?" The other party tapped the roster with her fingertips, and before she could even lift her head, she had already said her test requirements, "See the water and the cup?" With this glass of water, fill all five cups. ”

When Ron heard this, he looked at the five glasses on the table with some confusion and thought hard. There is no doubt that the first question is obviously not low.

He hesitated for a moment with his wand in his hand, and then hesitantly aimed the tip of his wand at the glass filled with water.