In a trance, Brandi had a dream.

He dreamed that he was in the Potions exam room, stirring the cement-thick liquid in his cauldron. Snape laughed unabashedly next to him - "I guess you must have put your scarf in the wrong place, idiot!" He hurriedly tried to defend himself, but blood-stained wizard robes flew out of his cauldron and wrapped around his mouth and nose. In despair, he found that he could not breathe, and his robe tightened and tightened...... Wright's face (which he thought was him in his dreams) appeared in the cauldron, kicking his abnormal eyes and yelling at him. "Wrong answer, fail!"

"Whew!"

He snapped his eyes open. He was still lying peacefully on the bed, Yale sleeping next to him, his furry tail flicking at his neck at random, and his cheeks still kicking one of his feet, it turned out that this little guy was making trouble.

Pushing Yale away from him angrily, Brandi sat up straight in annoyance, and he couldn't help but have some dry mouth. Look at the alarm clock on the side - there are more than four hours left before the exam. So he lightly moved off the bed, intending to get some water to drink.

The bedroom was very bright, and the cold moon was now facing the window next to Brandy, illuminating everything in the room. Brandi's chest was wide open next to his bed, and it was a mess of his wands, notes, textbooks, and scattered wizard cards and candy, all of which looked like silver under the gaze of the moon.

Scratching his head, he grabbed a glass of water from the jar in the lounge downstairs - there was always boiled cold water in the summer and piping hot tea in the winter. Brandi never seemed to see the water in the jar ever drunk.

After most of the glass in one go, his irritability was finally suppressed, and he went back to his bedroom to force himself to sleep again, but the box of things that reflected the white light always made him very unhappy - so he leaned in and tried to close the box.

His outstretched hand suddenly froze in mid-air, and something inside caught his eye.

Own wand.

Speaking of which, because he has been reviewing, he has rarely touched his wand again recently, especially at night, except for practicing the small spells that he might get in the test. In the last few spell casts, there is nothing particularly strange about it, except that the amount of magic drawn by the wand is a little larger than before......

But now he felt a little strange, because he had to close the box, he was now facing away from the moonlight, and his body was covering the big moon behind him, and the contents of the box immediately dimmed - except for the wand.

His wand was glowing???

Curious, he pulled his wand out from under a dozen pieces of parchment.

That's right, though faint, it did seem to glow with a misty silver glow on the top of its staff, but it wasn't all, it seemed to be only five or six inches up from the stem, a short distance from the head.

He hesitated for a moment, whispered a small incantation, and the notes on the bedside that he hadn't finished last night automatically opened, then stood up again, and jumped on his own twice. He heard Ron mutter.

It's exactly the same as usual, huh? Brandi's eyes narrowed...... He was a little confused, but reason told him that he needed to get some sleep now, and that he didn't care about his broken wand - there was less going on on his wand? It only recently ate a unicorn......

So he thought about it, threw his wand back into the box, and rolled over to bed. It was five o'clock in the evening, and Ron's snoring was loud and cheerful.

The next day, they finished their breakfast hastily with trepidation, and they were really in no mood to talk about the content of the exam, and they didn't even want to read the textbook. The auditorium was gloomy, and only the fifth-grade and seventh-graders who had already finished the exam were still telling bad jokes in vain, trying to liven up the atmosphere.

As soon as breakfast was over, the whole auditorium became eerily quiet. They stood up silently like wooden men, following the silent flow of people to the outside of the auditorium, where the first-year herbal exams were taking place in the largest classroom in the corridor on the first floor. In the classroom, small single desks are neatly arranged.

Professor Sprout was already smiling at the door of the classroom—she had always been kind, but now she was smiling with a hint of weirdness.

"Professor? Tell us secretly, will this exam be difficult? A little girl named Lisa in Ravenclaw looked nervously at Professor Sprout with her head held high and her big watery eyes.

"Of course, dear." Sprout lovingly stroked her little head. "As long as you read well. Please be quiet and sit down according to the tags attached to your seats. Oh, don't need to dig out the quill Thomas, we'll give it for free~ yes Morn, and no parchment. ”

She winked slyly at the two men, who now looked like they were attending a mass funeral. Brandi heard Ron let out a long sigh of relief, remembering that he was still thinking about the quill that was answering the question a moment ago.

When everyone sat quietly, she said, "Then you can start now, happy exam~"

She waved her wand slightly, and in an instant, more than a hundred exam papers suddenly appeared in the middle of the teacher's air, and quills, inkwells, and parchment appeared on everyone's desk.

Brandi flipped through the papers, and before he could start answering the questions, he was already sweating profusely - he looked down at the first question.

Please write a ranking of the toxicity of sea mango, oleander, seven-star broken intestine grass, frost fire rhododendron, and foxglove, and describe in detail the reasons for this ranking and the environment in which they grow.

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Kindness?? Brandi was stunned by the strange question. He knew that these plants were poisonous, and he could barely write a few sentences about the growing environment. But how can God tell that the poison is higher!

Not only was he struggling, but in fact, most of the people in the huge examination room were staring at the test papers with a confused expression. They looked up in disbelief at Professor Sprout, who was smiling like a grandmother on the podium. She seemed to have made a similar statement just a few minutes ago.

Professor! Doesn't your conscience hurt if you talk nonsense like this?

Brandi's heart screamed.

However, the spit is complaining, and the volume that should be done is not missing a word. Especially in the whole classroom, there are only a few students who are struggling to write, and the rustle of writing...... If you keep tangling up, Hermione, Padma, and Parvati will be done!

Kindness? And Parvati? Brandi looked curiously and saw Parvati writing in the corner of the classroom...... She didn't look at the other person's roll, and it was clear that her Striker Sigma V had probably shaken out a circle.

Hey, this stupid girl has a talent for making things up, huh?

So Brandi frowned and searched desperately for the images of these plants in his head...... Then, he suddenly remembered what Professor Dumbledore had searched from the remnant soul in his head when he was drinking tea and chatting with him a long time ago - he was once a great demon who mastered advanced black magic, and his knowledge should not be wrong, as for the reason......

Hey, how many points can be a few points, he thought, so he picked up his pen and hurriedly wrote on the parchment: "Among the five plants, the most toxic is the second, and the reason is that oleander is the first ...... in the world."

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If the theory test in the morning made everyone feel sad, then the practical test in the afternoon was pure torture. When they reluctantly entered the First Greenhouse, Brandy was shocked to discover that Fred and George might indeed have a hint of prophetic blood.

The practical exam really has them work in pairs to collect pollen from stinky flowers!

"Look, Mr. Barton, you're in a group with Miss Granger! Don't look at the grouping table, this thing is set by me~" Professor Sprout said with a lively expression, and her eyes were very informative. "In addition, if the two of you cooperate tacitly, I will have extra points~ Hey, yes, now little girl, little boy, tsk."

It seems that the pair of CPs of Brandi and Hermione at the last Quidditch match has already stood still, and she doesn't know what kind of tacit understanding she is talking about......

As the name suggests, the smell of this stuff can be described by a bunch of rotten garlic thrown in a stinking pit...... The normal process of picking up the pollen is for one person to hold on to the stem of the stinky flower, plugging the row of holes on its body that it is responsible for sensing, and then the other person quickly uses a straw to suck up the pollen while it struggles - it must be fast, because after blocking the holes for more than a few seconds, the stinky flower will start to desperately release the stench, which can stun people even through a gas mask.

So in order to shorten the reaction time, the two people had to operate close together, so hot and humid greenhouse, an exam down...... Brandi and Hermione were like they had just been fished out of the water.

"Well done, perfect~" As they left, Professor Sprout happily gave them a thumbs up as a sign of encouragement. The two of them were baffled for a while, because they didn't accomplish as perfect as Neville and Seamus - but getting an 'excellent' for no reason was something anyone would be happy to see.

Compared to the first day that made them reacquaint themselves with the professor of the herb class, the Charms class exam was completely acceptable to everyone...... Although the theoretical topics are difficult, they are very fortunate to be in the range of garrisons that Brandi has reviewed, and the theory of his Charms class should be the best of all the courses! If you make a conservative estimate, even if you encounter some difficult spells in the practical exam, you won't be able to run a good one.

As a result, he didn't expect that he maintained a good mood at noon, but after seeing the pineapple on the long table in the examination room and the complicated terrain in the examination room, it was completely ruined.

Trampoline! Barbed wire! Single-plank bridge! And mini pools and hurdles?!

"Don't be so happy that you cry, Mr. Barton, it's a simple exam, isn't it?" Professor Flitwick patted Brandi on the shoulder with ease—why shoulder? Because Brandi had already squatted down aggrievedly at this time. "As long as you can get the pineapple on the table to tap dance all the way down from the table, and pass these obstacles in the exam room to reach the finish line, it will be a full score~"

Oh, yes...... It's simple enough to keep the movement spell on for so long! Especially recently, his wand seems to be particularly dishonest.

Brandi sighed and raised his wand in desperation, hoping that Flitwick wouldn't fall off the stack of books in fright from fainting for a moment.

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"Hey! Brandi, wait for me. After the exam, Hermione happily walked up to Brandi, who looked like a ghost, and proudly showed off to him, "It's incredible, it must be the credit of our bottle of awakening potion, I think my magic is growing fast!" I was even able to get the pineapple to complete the 10-meter hurdles with that extra point! Hee-hee! I scored at least 100 points on this Charms exam, what about you? Blondie? ”

So...... Brandi's mood was even worse.