"Orianna Thomson, is Miss Thomson here?"

In the Transfiguration classroom, the neatly placed tables and chairs were magically moved to the sides, clearing a large open space in the middle for the young and beautiful girls in the classroom. A new long table had been added to the original podium, and Professor Snape sat on the left side of the long table, next to a middle-aged witch wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

The witch held a seemingly old piece of parchment in her hand, and the same old-fashioned emphasis echoed in the classroom.

Oriana let go of the long golden hair wrapped around her fingers and sighed to herself.

"I am."

With a slightly hoarse response, she frowned slightly, hugged her chest, and walked towards the long table under the envious or jealous gazes of the students next to her.

[Ah...... What a hassle......] Oriana thought lazily.

"It's routine, please understand."

The witch grimaced, took her from Snape and glanced at her for a few moments, then began to look directly into Oriana's eyes with a blank expression, she muttered something in her mouth, her brown pupils fluctuating as if the wind was blowing on the surface of a lake, and quickly regained her composure. At her hand, a fiery red quill leaped from the table, hovering over a pile of parchment.

"Orianna Thomson, British?"

"Once British, Lady Censor. I moved to Italy with my family two years ago. ”

"Italy?"

The middle-aged witch thought for a moment, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"Oh? So, is your family ......? ”

"'Porter', Ms. Censor."

Oriana said succinctly, tilting her head slightly, watching the quill beside the middle-aged witch rustle her answer in red ink on the parchment, and then the fire flashed, and several strange symbols lit up on the quill. She stared nonchalantly at the symbols, and suddenly spoke before the witch could ask again.

"Excuse me, what would happen if that pen detected that I was lying? In addition to Lie Detection and Humanoid Recognition, I just saw a demonic pattern array on it that I hadn't seen before, I mean, you should know, I'm more interested in studying these things. ”

She pointed to the symbol on the quill, which had not yet been completely faded, and there was an inquiring look in her eyes.

The middle-aged witch scrutinized her, the quill still faithfully recording her speech.

"'Porter'...... It's no wonder that the data shows that you are very good at magic traps, spell derivation, and rune shorthand, and the Ancient Magic and Rune Rune courses also achieved perfect marks on the NET exam...... So it's understandable that you'll be curious. I'm starting to trust you a little, Miss Thomson. So I'll answer your question - this quill has a very powerful mental torture spell attached to it, but I don't recommend you try to provoke its majesty, this guy is not very good-tempered. ”

As if asked to cooperate with the witch's words, the quill waved defiantly in the air a few times.

"Next question, Miss Thomson, if you may, may you show me the runic magic that you are proud of?" Does this mean that you can even temporarily break free from the wand and cast a spell with just a note with runes written on it? ”

Orianna hesitated, then pulled out from her pocket a loose-leaf book that looked like she used to memorize words, with a string of rigid pieces of paper on top of a metal ring. She tore off one of the pages, and it was only a moment's work, and the loose leaf between her slender fingers emitted a layer of light, and a string of symbols that emitted a pale golden light faintly emerged.

Call~

The next moment, a small whirlwind quickly formed in front of her, and disappeared in an instant.

"Whirlwind sweeping? What an incredible way to cast spells. The middle-aged witch admired sincerely, "It's just that this effect is really ......"

"Ah, it can't be helped, after all, the magic of the piece of paper is not as powerful as the effect of a wand." Oriana bowed slightly, looking slightly depressed.

"Don't be discouraged, Miss Thomson, it's remarkable that you're doing this, at least you're more imaginative and creative than other wand-wielding wizards." The witch curled the corners of her mouth slightly. "Okay then, if you can master this stunt, you must be right, sign your name on this list, and you're good to go."

"Thank you."

"Oh, yes."

And just as Orianna was signing, the witch asked casually. "I think the 'porterhouse' was in the business of transporting special items between wizarding organizations, and if you could, could you bring a package back from the clock tower on this trip to France?" There is no flyway network on the side of the clock tower, and apparition is prohibited...... In the past few days, the Department of International Magical Cooperation has been busy discussing with the Brazilian Ministry of Magic the next batch of wand-making materials import agreement, and it is really impossible to take the time to go over and get ...... I remember that your porter's reputation was second to none in the entire European wizarding community. ”

Hearing this, Oriana's signed hand shook slightly, and the other hand tightened the loose-leaf book in her hand.

"I'm afraid I can't promise you, ......Madam Censor," said Oriana with an apologetic smile on her face after signing. Not yet, at least, when I graduate, I'll probably have the honor of serving the Ministry of Magic. ”

"Hmm...... Is it because you haven't graduated yet? It's a shame that you can get a lot of money for your efforts. ”

Oriana looked at her with a smile and a long pause, seeing that she still didn't seem to move, the censor had to sigh. "Well, you can go, looking forward to your next meeting, Miss Orianna."

"My pleasure."

"Next - Britney Spears, is Miss Spears here?"

Retreating into the crowd, Oriana was surrounded by the schoolgirls almost immediately.

"That's amazing! Sister Orianna! ”

"What was that just now?" Whew~ The spell appeared? Senior sister, you obviously didn't have a wand? Is this a wandless spellcaster? ”

……

"Hey, it's not a big deal...... "Oriana smiled kindly, answered the questions of the students one by one, and threw the two sheets of loose-leaf paper that had just been used together and threw them into the trash can on the side.

“…… Oh, can you not ask this shy question, big sister, I don't have a boyfriend yet~" Just as she blinked, she compared her index finger to her lips, looking like a little girl. A loud thud came from behind them, and everyone turned around in surprise.

"Huh~Huh...... Whew......"

The visitor held on to the door frame that had been knocked open, gasping for air, sweat sliding down her slightly drooping head, down her neck and down her heaving chest.

"Are you ......?" The censor lifted his glasses and looked at her with a slight dissatisfaction. "As a student going to Beauxbatons, I think you should be careful about your behavior from now on and don't let the Hogwarts badge be dusted. So now—look up generously, miss, and tell me your name. ”

Everyone saw the girl by the door reach out and nervously grab her collar.

Then, in the midst of a rapid gasp, the girl raised her head, and her clear voice echoed through the classroom. Ravenclaw 3rd grader, Britney Spears. Madam Examiner. ”

The moment the girl looked up, the classroom erupted in a not-so-friendly laugh.

How to say it, this girl is really a little too ...... It's a little weirder. To be reasonable, this girl can't be said to be ugly, but the angular face is more neutral than that of a soft girl; The figure is also very good, as a third-grader, her tall figure and proud twin peaks even blew up the fifth-grade girls in the classroom. Although the tone is really not elegant, at least the voice is beautiful.

They shouldn't have laughed at people's talents.

But everyone still couldn't help laughing......

I really can't help it, because this girl feels like everyone - it's so awkward!

Compared to all the girls present, who had strong and well-proportioned arms, they were slightly inclined to a bronzed complexion and had significantly thicker thighs...... The clumsy feeling of the girl as she pulled her long, sweat-soaked hair behind her ears......

There is even a handful of dull hair on the top of the head that rises to the sky and soars to 90,000 miles.

Ah, this guy isn't a muscular stupid girl......

That was the first thought that occurred to most of the women present when they saw her.

However, only mostly.

………… Orianna stared at Britney's face with a strange expression, and then at the Ravenclaw third-year girl in the crowd who covered her mouth with her hand in surprise and couldn't help but think for a while.

"Okay, uh, then...... Miss Spears? It was a great waste of effort that the censor struggled to get used to the strange difference in the girl in front of him, and motioned for her to come to the front of the stage to be examined. She held out her hand to Professor Snape, who was unaware of the slow response, and the censor turned his head in confusion to find that the Slytherin Dean who had always thought of him as an ice cube face had now taken on an extremely awkward and exaggerated expression.

If I had to explain, it would be like, 'I almost laughed - but I held it back - no, this stupid fork is so funny, and if I don't laugh out, I'll die'...... Such a malicious and cheerful expression.

It's strange that this guy hates Miss Spears so much?

"Severus?" The censor said curiously.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Donald." Snape finally came to his senses and handed the information to the censor, he tried to restrain his expression, but he didn't know if it was because he usually smiled too little to control the relationship between his facial muscles, and the corners of his mouth could not be calmed down.

I don't know if it was affected by Snape's taunt, the girl's body trembled and lowered her head nervously.

"Ahem! Don't be nervous, Spears, it's just a simple inquiry. The witch named Donald glanced at Snape and resumed her old tone. Okay, let me take a look...... Britney spears...... Not? You have one-eighth East Slavic ancestry? It's really rare in the UK, so it's no wonder you're a little different. ”

She raised her head and saw that the girl's face showed a rather bitter and hateful expression after a moment of stunnedness, and she couldn't help but think that the girl was feeling inferior because of her appearance.

"Don't be so upset, it's not your fault." She reluctantly reassured, "Focus on the inquiry, we're running out of time." ”

As she spoke, she raised her hand, and the quill pen that was slumped on the table flew up.