Professor Marchbon looked at the young wizards gathered in the courtyard, and she waved at them.

The little wizards waved in response.

She probably really likes children.

There was a smile on his face all the time.

"I remember the exam results of the little wizards last year, compared to the year before, it was surprisingly good." Professor Marchband turned to look back at Professor Dumbledore, "I remember the little wizard named Percy Weasley. Twelve excellent ,.. in the exam Nine exams with distinction. It's incredible.

It's all your credit - Albus - the officials in the Ministry of Magic just can't see - and so are the parents - I'll admit that geniuses like Percy are rare, but last year's graduating class ,.. Almost everyone has achieved almost all of them with excellent results – and this is by no means explained by individual talent.

Parents think that their children are geniuses, as if they can learn those spells that they have never heard of before!

It's all thanks to you! Professor Marchbon said again.

"Actually, it's not all my credit." Dumbledore smiled and said, "Actually, I don't have much credit for that. ”

"You're always so humble." Professor Marchbon exclaimed, "Actually, I understand what you mean, if there is anyone who really has any credit, it is this chaotic world - everyone wants to save their lives, and the speed of learning magic is naturally faster."

You don't know, old Master - yes, the former wand inspector who was almost two hundred years old, and he came to me some time ago out of nowhere and wanted me to teach him the Patronus Charm - oh! Merlin—what else can I say—who would look at his body, a man who was half-cut into his body? The Pretender is not a fool either. ”

"Huh." Dumbledore smiled, the old master was Professor March's peer, they had been in love with each other for over a hundred years, always slandering each other

"Geselda, would you like to have some tea in my office?"

"Oh, come on," Professor Marchband said. "Recently, the Patronus Charm has suddenly become a popular spell, the Dementors have been captured, the Boggart has become a replacement, and many wizards have begun to sell this dark creature, one is noisy to dozens of Galleons, it's really unimaginable."

Under the awe-struck gaze of the students, they walked up the marble staircase.

"She looks amazing, doesn't she?" Hermione walked over at some point.

"It's alright—click." Owen took a bite of the apple and said, "But it's definitely true that she has been well-informed, she has lived for almost two hundred years, and she should be proficient in basically all the spells in the textbooks." ”

"Yes! Even Dumbledore's exams that year were in charge of her. Hermione said, "I'm sure I've seen all kinds of magic, and I hope the exam won't be too difficult." ”

"Don't worry—there's definitely no question on the origin of the magic." Owen quipped.

The countdown to the exam is on, and it's been an unsettling night.

Owen himself climbed into bed early - to do the happiest thing of the day, sleep!

As for the others—they all want to sharpen their guns for a while.

Now Koyatl has become a sweetheart.

After all, she is two years older than them, and she knows and masters countless spells, and she is definitely a big man in spells.

There was an endless stream of young wizards asking her questions.

And Koyatl - although she looks a little cold, she will never refuse to answer whenever you ask.

She slowly sank into Hufflepuff's arms.

And then time began to fly by.

All of a sudden, they stayed up until eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening.

It wasn't until Cedric, as the prefect, drove them back to bed that the break room fell silent.

The next morning, when Owen opened his eyes, he saw Justin and Ernie and Zacharis memorizing a copy of Standard Charm: Intermediate.

It was a strange thing—he hadn't seen the three of them open their textbooks in their dorm room for the past five years.

Even if it is opened, it is a meaningless Lockhart-style biography for him.

But I really knew how to grind the gun.

Ignoring the guys, Owen washed up and got dressed and left the dormitory alone.

The same is true for the lounge. Hannah and Susan are exchanging notes.

When I came to the auditorium, the learning scene remained the same.

Harry shook his knife nonchalantly, with a Transfiguration Today journal at hand; Ron buried his face in A History of Magic; Parvati was practicing the spell in a low voice, and the salt shaker on the table twitched in front of her; Neville rubbed his head, holding a copy of "The Wonders of the Mediterranean Aquatic Plants and Their Properties" in his hand, and he kept dropping his knife and fork and spilling the jam in his hands.

Hermione held a thick copy of Spell Achievement.

"Okay - it feels like a buddy is out of place."

Owen sat down too, eating breakfast and reading the book he had taken out of his pocket.

Hermione glanced curiously and saw that the book was called The Universe, Quantum, and the Human Mind (published in 1997, a year ahead of schedule)

"What are you looking at?" She was confused.

"A popular science book by a Muggle physicist who examines whether consciousness is a quantum superposition is very instructive." Owen said lazily, "This made me understand something." ”

"Huh?" Harry put down the journal and frowned, "You just said a word, what does that mean?" ”

"It was just a hallucination." Owen glanced at Harry and said, "Don't waste your energy on this kind of question that you are destined to understand, if you want to understand what that means, I suggest you drop out of Hogwarts and apply for Oxford or Cambridge." ”

Hearing the sound - Harry lowered his gaze indignantly, his lips squirmed unwillingly, and he picked up "Today's Metamorphosis" in his hand again.

Hermione fell silent.

She had limited energy and didn't have time to figure out what Owen was looking at.

The exam was approaching, and she didn't have time to read any popular science works.

Little by little, time passed.

As soon as breakfast was over, the students from the other grades went to class, Colin, Ginny, Luna, and the rest of the students who didn't take the test. Members came to greet them, gave their final blessings, and left the auditorium.

Then, fifth- and seventh-graders were also expelled from the auditorium.

They wandered aimlessly around the foyer.

Around nine o'clock, the doors of the auditorium reopened.

The deans took the list and called the students back into the auditorium one by one.

They will be responsible for checking the students to make sure they are not carrying any prohibited items.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand at them and let them in.

Inside the auditorium, four House tables were removed and replaced with a number of small single tables, all facing the faculty tables at the end of the auditorium, where the examiners of the Wizarding Examination Authority would direct students to their assigned seats.

On each table, in addition to the test papers, there are spare quills, inkwells, and parchment paper for calculations.

Owen's position is in the first row, in the middle.

This was Dumbledore's arrangement, and he saw the old headmaster wink at him.

Dumbledore was talking to Professor Lupin, Professor Sprout, and Professor March, as well as several wizards from the Ministry of Magic's Examination Authority that he did not know.

He looked back, and Hermione was sitting in the first row near the side door, Harry and Ron, Hannah, Justin, and Susan were all in the front row, but not all in the first row.

After that, there are the seventh graders.

When all the students entered, Professor McGonagall closed the door and was the last one to walk in.

"You can get started," she said, turning a large hourglass upside down on the table and placing it next to her.

As soon as the words fell, the upside-down exam papers on the table in front of the little wizards instantly turned over.

About two hundred people took the exam.

Full flood.

Today is Monday, and it's the same for 5th and 7th grades, Charms exam.

Owen glanced at the exam questions.

For the first question, A writes a spell that makes an object fly, and B describes the movement of a wand.

Well, it's the Levitation Charm.

He could simply go to London and find a Muggle to sit here, and he could answer it.

However, this is not a multiple-choice question, there is no one answer, there are hundreds of magic that make objects float, and the more you write, the more points you score.

"Alright—" Owen picked up the anti-cheat quill next to him.

Three minutes later.

According to the fundamentalist principles of ancient magic, he listed all the evolutionary spells of the levitation charm, no more - only twelve

The main thing is that the paper is not enough to write.

Next, next!

The second is a little more difficult, writing about spells and spells that produce happy effects.

Most young wizards can write at most a happy charm, which Professor Flitwick has taught.

But Owen definitely won't go down the beaten path!

He just wrote the Imperius Curse.

Damn - your spirit is controlled by me, and I want you to be happy, it's not easy.

"Ahem—"

Suddenly, there was a heavy cough beside him.

Professor McGonagall, who had been by his side since the beginning of the exam, stared at him with a twitch at the corners of her mouth

"Uh-"

Owen looked up and looked at Professor McGonagall.

From the cannibalistic eyes behind her square glasses, he understood what the other party meant.

Then, with great reluctance, Owen reluctantly erased the halfway answer to the Imperius spell casting action he had written.

Hmph - someone snorted softly in the bottom of his heart.

The answer is obviously right!

How!

Who said the Imperius Curse can't bring happiness!

You stick your head over and I'll give you a live demo!

You feel the feelings, see if you are happy!

Seeing that the boy under his nose finally answered the question normally, Professor McGonagall finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But—didn't wait for her to catch her breath.

A few minutes later.

In one case, the spell that can immobilize the wizard is explained.

Without saying a word, Owen wrote the killing curse.

This caused Professor McGonagall to cough.

What's wrong!!!

The boy looked up at the professor, who was already clenched into fists.

When the green light shines, the soul is liberated. The flesh is just a shell, and after a few minutes, the corpse is hard! Hard! Isn't it just fixing?

Dude, there is absolutely no problem with this understanding!

But—fear that Professor McGonagall's big punch was about to unleash fire on the back of his head.

Owen was still very careful to erase this answer.

Knock – Academic Freedom! Academic freedom!

He shouted silently, take a test, why don't you have any freedom to answer questions!

Then, he wrote the petrification spell on the back.

Two hours later, Professor Sprout handed the juice for the fourth time, and Professor McGonagall finally coughed up her throat after drinking it all.

If there are other little wizards looking up at this time.

I could definitely see Professor McGonagall's hair blowing up.

It's obvious that he is not lightly angry.

And Owen, who wrote quickly, was finally interrupted by two additional questions.

Additional questions – obviously just added.

Because the font of the question stem is obviously different from the previous typograph, much like Dumbledore's font.

A writes spells and spell-casting gestures called Source Magic.

B: Write the names of ancient wizards who used this type of magic.

These two questions are abrupt because it is written at the end of the question stem that this question will not be counted towards the final grade.

Dumbledore may have had his own considerations.

Owen shrugged, and began to write down all the source magic he knew.

The three major curses of stargazing are the creation of a star shower, the soul torrent, and the destruction of meteors.

The five major curses of natural calamity, earth flames, extreme cold storms, star streams, sea crossings, and earth shaking mountains.

As for the name of the wizard, he would not be wrong when he first wrote Merlin Ambrosius.

And then there was King Solomon.

and Weasley's heirs.

Shanie Maeve Weasley.

Bridged Morgan Weasley.

Uh-huh - after writing those two names, he kind of understood why Dumbledore had added this question.

Probably hoping that the little wizards would not forget history.

In short, the first exam came to an end.

He wasn't the first to turn in his papers.

Because he had so many answers, Professor McGonagall helped him get the parchment several times.

When the professors announced that the exams were over, their exam papers were automatically reversed and slammed on the table.

The auditorium suddenly resounded with the sighs of some young wizards—probably too much to write, and not finished yet.

Walking out of the examination room, the oppressive atmosphere over the auditorium finally dissipated.

The little wizards are alive again.

"Well, you must be relaxed, right? I see Professor McGonagall coughing at you. What did you write? As soon as she walked out of the auditorium, Hermione couldn't suppress her curiosity and hurriedly asked.

Owen was rather indignant and said, "What do I write? What I'm writing about is a struggle against the unfreedom of answering! ”

"What?" There were so many people around that she didn't hear clearly.

"Forget it, you're going to get a perfect score anyway." Hermione changed the subject, and immediately became nervous.

She still clutched a large pile of parchment in her hand, which was the answer to each question she had memorized, ready to match the answer with Owen later.

"I almost didn't have time, I wrote too much. I don't have enough time, but I feel like there are still a lot of spells that I haven't written.

I'm not sure if I've answered all the happiness spells. ”

"Don't think about it, it definitely didn't come out." Owen continued to say indignantly.

He glanced nervously at Hermione, who was staring at the parchment in his hand, "There are more than thirty ancient spells in the evolution of the modern happiness spell alone, and this is not counting other spells that can also produce the emotion of happiness, if you write them all down, you won't be able to write them all down." ”

"What?" Hermione looked at him in surprise, "Are there so many?" ”

"Of course, the Imperius Charm can make people happy, as long as the caster wants to, and so can the Dementor Charm Charm. This question is too broad, as long as it makes you happy, any spell can be used, and the love spell can also be used. If this deduction continues, there is no end. ”

"Love Spell. That's cheap. Hermione suddenly became unnatural, she glared at Owen and said, "Why do you know that love magic can make people happy?" ”

"We can try it in the evening."

"Go away!" Hermione blushed and pushed Owen away, "Who's going to try that magic." ”

"Hey!!" Harry said forcefully behind them, "Can you two stop talking about these things?" I've only written one mantra for happiness, and besides, this exam is over. We don't want to do it all over again every time, just one test is enough. ”

"Yes, you're right." Hermione relented and said, "We should now prepare for the afternoon exams." ”

After lunch, candidates descended into the small room next to the auditorium, waiting to be called to take a practical exam.

Small groups of students entered the exam room in alphabetical order, and those who stayed behind were still muttering incantations, practicing waving their wands, sometimes accidentally poking others in the back or eyes, and the students who had already finished the exam did not come back, so no one knew what the exam was about and how the person who was called out did it.

Hannah was the unluckiest, who gave her the surname Abbott (Abbott, Hogwarts is ranked by surname). She's always the first.

Owen watched as Hermione, Justin, and Harry entered.

Both his Sanchez (S) and Rozier (R) are in the back position.

Ron (W) is further behind him.

"Owen, go to Professor March's class." Professor Flitwick, who was standing at the door, said.

"Huh? Substitution? Owen walked over.

"Professor McGonagall?"

“.” Professor Flitwick rolled his eyes, "Get in!" ”

"Oh!" He nodded, then pushed open the side door of the auditorium and stepped inside.

Professor Marchbon was sitting behind a small desk in the corner, and next to her was the oldest-looking, least haired wizard, Professor Tofody, who was taking an exam on Parvati Pettier of Gryffindor.

She was one step ahead of Owen.

"Owen Wendy Sanchez Rozier," Professor Marchband said, glancing at the record in her hand before looking up at Owen.

"Uh, yes." He's a little unaccustomed to this full name.

"You're a big celebrity. Saved countless people. She said. I believe that with your strength, it will be easy to complete the exam. ”

"Thank you." He said.

"Oh my God—incredible, pretty beautiful silent spell." At this moment, Professor Tofodi, who was not far from them, spoke in surprise.

It turned out that Parvati Patil had completed her assessment with a silent spell.

The little girl blushed with excitement when she heard Professor Tofodi's approval.

(End of chapter)