Today is the last day, and instead of the morning exam, it will be in the afternoon.

After this exam, everyone will be liberated.

The results of the exam will be delivered to each candidate via an owl in July.

John walked into the exam room, still in that position, staring at the back of Goyle's head.

Marchiban flips the hourglass over, signifying the start of the exam.

Turn the paper over and the tip of the pen rustles on the parchment.

Everyone wanted to finish the exam as soon as possible so that they could get a good night's sleep.

The summer heat and the dizzying questions made sweat drip down the tip of a student's nose.

He scrambled to wipe away the sweat.

John was in no hurry to answer the question.

He glanced around as if nostalgically, and he could see Goyle scratching his ears and cheeks at the brink of an answer.

Malfoy rubbed his hair with his hands, as if the answer could fall out of his hair.

Hermione measured the gaps and line spacing between words with a ruler seriously.

Harry seemed to be in a daze, probably disturbed by the bumblebee outside constantly banging his head against the glass and making noises.

Ron is different, with a calmness that doesn't care that the answer is all up to fate.

John didn't know how to see that confident and lucky, empty expression in Ron.

Daphne dipped the quill pen John had given her in ink and intently wrote down the answer on parchment.

As top students, Hermione and Daphne only had to stop and think once in a while.

While the others racked their brains there and couldn't think of one, they finally decided to use Meng.

All living beings were in a different state, and John looked at them all.

He put pen to paper.

He writes a little slower, and after a few lines, he coughs out of his mouth.

It wasn't loud, but it reverberated in the quiet auditorium.

Marchband turned her gaze to John, who had exclaimed at the child more than once during the proctoring.

"Maybe it's a little flu."

Even though it's not flu season, Macchiban doesn't think too much about it.

John's cough didn't affect anyone else, and she didn't care.

As the minutes ticked by, an hour later, John stopped writing.

His gaze swept over the questions and answers.

Did the wand legislation lead to better control or better control of the eighteenth-century goblin rebellion?

How was the Secrecy Act violated in 1749, and what measures were taken to prevent similar incidents from happening again?

Please state......

He looked at the answers to these questions like a work of art.

Written elegantly on parchment in round characters, and when the ink dries, the unique beauty is like a poem written by a poet, rather than a test paper.

Placing the pen next to the parchment, he began to empty his mind.

The rustling sound of writing actually helps you sleep.

For some people who don't have strong willpower, it's very grinding.

John closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, then he slowly raised his hand.

At that moment, the eyes of all the examiners on the field shifted.

The closest to him was Professor Tofodi, who turned his gaze and asked in a breathless voice, "Wick, what's wrong?" ”

Tofodi's voice stopped the answering, and the student looked up at John.

John replied honestly, "I'm not feeling well. ”

"If it's just a little, you'd better bear with it." Tofodie advised, "This exam is coming to an end. ”

He had expected John to sit down obediently, but John didn't mean it.

"I think I'm going to go to the hospital on campus, Professor."

John's answer disappointed Tofodi, who felt that the student didn't even seem to have the patience for it.

Even John's amazing talent in the exam made Tofodi's face sink at this moment.

"Okay, okay, I hope you're not feeling well, not trying to find the hidden history of magic in the school hospital, and some students have used this trick before." Tofodi said angrily.

John looked at him, a smile on his face, and chuckled, "You can rest assured of that. ”

Tofodi was about to come and collect the parchment, his steps were heavy, but he stopped in an instant.

That angry face hung with horror.

"I think the professor might have to send it over." John's face crept up black veins, and black blood oozed from his eyes.

It's like a scene in a horror movie.

He smiled and said, "If only hurry." ”

Black blood spat out of his mouth, not a single trace of red.

"Take him to the school hospital!"

Tofodi let out a frightened cry, "Hold on, kid." ”

The ink on the tip of Daphne's pen fell on the parchment, and she didn't mean to react.

Malfoy stared blankly, his mind seemingly dead.

The auditorium was as quiet as death, except for the footsteps of Tofodi and a few examiners running out in a panic.

"Sit back and move on to the exam!" After all, the Marchie class has a strong experience, and she asks the other students to continue the exams.

It's just that after this time, most of them are absent-minded.

Daphne tried several times to pick up the dropped quill, but after several attempts, she was unsuccessful.

A feeling of panic took over her body.

The sound of the table falling was heard, it was Malfoy.

He didn't even bother with the exam, and ran out after those people.

Not only him, but almost all the Slytherin students got up.

"Sit down!"

Daphne knew it was time for her to keep her promise.

With a loud shout, the Slytherin students stopped.

Daphne forced herself to compose, "Keep the exam, John is fine, it's nothing to him." ”

The Slytherin students had all the things that had happened to John in their minds, and they sat down.

It was only Malfoy, who couldn't listen to anyone else.

With a wave of his wand, Marchiban collected the two papers.

When she saw John's one, she couldn't help but feel like a work of art.

Malfoy's one was only half written. 33

...

Harry's mind was confused, he was thinking about the answer to question ten.

He remembered that the first joint meeting was held in France.

Just as he thought of this, he heard John's request to go to the school hospital.

After that, the face covered with black veins and the black blood made him unable to calm down.

He wanted to say, that's John Wick, how can it be okay?

However, that scene kept replaying in my head like a movie.

Even if it's an ordinary student, even if something happens to Malfoy, it will keep people coming back to it.

Harry forced his mind to concentrate on the answer, and the rustle sounded in the auditorium again.

The hourglass kept leaking, and Harry counted the hourglasses.

Gradually, the hourglass changes.

The falling fools paved a dim, cool corridor.

It's the Department of Mysteries!

Harry found himself walking inside, his steps resolute and decisive.

He seems to be in a good mood, occasionally trotting a few steps.

The black door opened as it had done several times before, and he stood in a circular room with many doors and doors.

Without hesitation, he walked straight across the stone floor.

He walked through the second door.

Patches of light, like the reflection of the meditation basin on Snape's office.

There was a strange dripping sound, and he didn't look closely.

Time must be rushed.

Walk through the third door, through.

The room, full of shelves and balls, was like a cathedral as it had been the last time I entered.

He walked all the way between the shelves to the ninety-seventh row of shelves.

Turn left.

He continued to go deeper.

At the end of the aisle there was something resembling an animal wriggling there.

The dimly lit room makes it difficult to see what things are.

And Harry, who is the protagonist of the dream, makes a cold, high-pitched voice.

He couldn't believe that this was sent by himself, without the slightest kindness of human nature.

"Get it for me, quick!"

"Take it down, I can't touch it, you can touch it."

He ordered the black guy on the floor, and when he saw that there was no movement, he cruelly took out his wand.

The pale, slender hand, holding a wand, recited the painful incantation mercilessly.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

The guy let out a scream of pain and fell in a twist.

"Lord Voldemort is waiting."

The man on the floor shook his shoulders and looked in pain.

When his head was raised, Harry's face was revealed.

Sirius.

...

Some people died, but not completely......