I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts Chapter 533

The first exam, Charms Theory, is due on Monday morning.

Sean heard Professor Flitwick tell others happily and helplessly in the faculty lounge that he had never seen students so enthusiastic—his rest time was almost completely taken up, but the responsible The professor didn't complain a bit.

Compared with the professors who have to go through the exam every year, the students are naturally not so relaxed.

On Sunday, Daisy helped Hermione ask questions (this is the twentieth time), whenever Daisy asked a question, Hermione would subconsciously report the answer immediately, and then anxiously took Daisy away. Take the book in your hand to check if you have answered correctly.

Poor little white flower was almost tortured crazy. After being hit on the head by the corner of the book "Spell Achievement", she said tearfully, "Hermione, you don't have to be good at every word to get the right answer."

Hermione, who was almost stunned, was checking every word without raising her head: "No, Daisy! You don't understand! The people who correct the test paper will just stare at your trivial mistakes, and then try their best to correct them. All your points will be deducted."

On the other side of the Gryffindor table, Harry and Neville were doing the same thing, but Harry was obviously a little more uncertain.

"Wait a minute, buddy, don't tell me the answer, I think I messed up the casting action of the spell just now..."

Beside them, Ron plugged his fingers into his ears, his lips moved silently, cramming up two years of Charms notes—this was a simplified version of what Sean had given him, if Hermione had memorized them herself. Note, Ron shouldn't be far from crazy by now.

Seamus Finnigan was lying on his back on the floor, reciting the definition of an existence spell, and Dean checked his recitation against "Standard Spells, Level 5" to see if he had recited it correctly. Parvati and Lavender were practicing the most basic movement spells, making their pencil cases chase each other around the table.

Terry's eyes were wider than a copper bell, and he kept repeating the casting action of a spell, and he was still chanting words—Padma, who was beside him with blank eyes and only squirming lips, even had her slightly curly long hair in the air. After being accidentally ignited by Terry, she didn't notice it, but her sister Parvati screamed and helped her extinguish it.

Even Malfoy was nervously reciting points in Charms that he hadn't cared about, lying on Pansy Parkinson's lap, his mind full of the last syllable of the spell.

Mr. Lucius Malfoy kept pretending to be dead for a long time, which made Malfoy feel a little bit unconfident about his future, otherwise, he would have to brag about the invigilator that he has known for many years or something.

His silly big followers Bangor and Crabbe also recited books bitterly, but from time to time, the two of them would take out some cakes or biscuits from their pockets and quickly stuff them into their mouths.

They didn't have much worry about the ordinary wizarding level examination, but Malfoy's strong request made it impossible for them to refuse.

Sean, on the other hand, became the most relaxed person. He was not as worried as Hermione, and he was confident that he could pass the exam perfectly—but this also has disadvantages. Ernie McMillan seemed to be in desperate need of someone to relieve his anxiety, and he seemed the most relaxed Sean became his target.

"Hey, buddy, can you believe it? I reviewed for twelve hours and seventeen minutes yesterday. Oh, no, when I was in the dormitory, I took advantage of the time to get dressed and read it for two more minutes..."

Ernie was babbling on and on, and it was making Sean's head hurt.

From review time to exam content, to all kinds of weird things, Ernie's way of alleviating anxiety makes Sean miserable.

"Hey man, I'm a bit worried, I don't think the pick-me-ups I bought from Diagon Alley last time were that effective - do you think pick-me-ups help with exams? And pick-me-ups shouldn't be counted in the cheating program Bar?"

Xiao Ensheng said unrepentantly: "It's okay to raise your spirits, but you can't use potions—Ernie, I think what you need most now is to calm down."

Ernie was still biting his fingernails, his face full of anxiety: "Is the potion not good? But Professor McGonagall didn't explain it... God, if only I could have a mouthful of Felicity Elixir."

"Felix Elixir brings good luck, but there are no multiple-choice questions for the spell theory exam, buddy..." Sean put his face on the table.

"No, no, Sean, you don't understand!" Ernie's eyes widened, he looked around and then leaned closer and whispered, "Felix Felicia is not just a good luck potion, it's more effective than you think Even more amazing."

"Huh?" Sean became interested. Ernie seemed to know some secrets about Felix Felicia. He came from an ancient pure-blood family, and he would indeed have information that ordinary wizards did not know.

Ernie lowered his voice: "Hey, going back nine generations, my blood is the purest, and I've heard a lot from my grandfather-Felix Elixir can bring good luck In addition, it can make your thinking clearer, and besides, I heard..."

When he said this, he had a somewhat uncertain expression, "My grandfather heard about it from his grandfather, the Black family, do you know? There are also members of their family who married into our family, and I also have distant relatives. .”

"Well, I think I've heard of that."

"It's the old lady who drank Felicia several times, and my grandfather's grandfather was there when she died anyway—the old lady said that Felicia guides the person who takes it, not just the choice , it will guide the user to do the most correct thing, and what happens at that time will be in the user's own interest-hey, buddy, this is more powerful than good luck!"

Sean was a little surprised. What Ernie said was very similar to the information he had synthesized, and it was more specific.

Ernie continued to say excitedly: "Felix Elixir is so magical. The old lady even said that it feels like the future self is giving the present self the best help!"

This statement is a bit interesting... Sean thought thoughtfully.

"However, I heard from my grandfather, his grandfather said, and the old lady told them not to take the Felix Felicia continuously within two years, otherwise something terrible will happen—but the potions textbook didn't say Is it too?"

This is also in line with my own guess, continuous use will lead to accidents.

Ernie slumped down on the chair: "Oh, it's useless to say these things, I have no place to find Felicia, my God, the exam is going to be tomorrow..."

Looking at Ernie's appearance, Sean was thoughtful. The words left by his ancestors said that he could not take it continuously for two years, but the last time he drank Felicia was in the second grade...

He's getting a little restless now.

When eating at night, the atmosphere was extremely depressing. The long table was filled with the voices of students reciting in low tones, and everyone had no time to talk. However, perhaps because of the extra hard work in the last few days, everyone ate deliciously.

Except for Hermione, of course.

She kept putting down the knife and fork, got under the table to get the schoolbag, and took out a book to check a certain number or knowledge point.

Sean pushed a piece of food over: "Don't be too anxious. If you don't eat well, it will affect your sleep, so you won't be good when you take the exam the next day."

Hermione just lifted the cutlery and was ready to eat something, but suddenly her fork slipped from her limp fingers and fell to the plate with a clatter.

"Oh my God," she whispered, staring at the foyer, "is that them? Is it the examiner?"

Sean turned around on the bench. Through the doors of the Great Hall, he saw Dumbledore, whom he had not seen for a long time, standing with a small group of aging wizards and wizards.

"It seems to be—" Sean chewed a piece of steak, "Professor Dumbledore has shown up, and he won't be back except me."

"Don't talk nonsense, this is a very important exam, he is the headmaster of Hogwarts—and, I think Professor Dumbledore came back to see who the examiner is, in case the guys at the Ministry of Magic don't want us to How are you doing?"

Sean doesn't think so. The reason why the Ministry of Magic can still maintain a superficial relationship with Hogwarts is that Dumbledore must have dealt with it, and the group of examiners should be fine.

"Hey, let's go and have a look." Hermione grabbed her schoolbag and walked towards the foyer of the auditorium.

"You haven't eaten yet, you—oh, okay." Sean winked at Daisy, who took out a piece of oil paper with ease, then wrapped some food and put it in his schoolbag.

Several people walked quickly towards the double doors leading to the foyer. After crossing the threshold, they slowed down and passed the examiners calmly.

"It's been a nice trip, a nice trip, we've been here many times before!" said a stern old lady with dignity, "Albus, I thought you weren't at Hogwarts, oh, God, I still remember when you took the exam.

The oldest and baldest gentleman next to him took up the conversation: "That's right, I personally tested your Transfiguration and Charms at that time... The tricks you can conjure with your wand are something I have never seen before."

Dumbledore replied softly: "It's really my honor, and I believe that our students will not let you down this time - I will lead you to the staff lounge. You have worked hard all the way, and you must want to drink a cup of tea."

When passing by, Sean saw Dumbledore smiling encouragingly at himself.

The two haven't seen each other since our last conversation - does he think I'm doing the right thing? Well, then Dumbledore must be stuck with something...

Sean thought silently as he walked up the marble stairs.

It was an uncomfortable night, everyone trying to catch up on last minute revisions, but no one seemed to be making much progress.

Sean went to bed early, but his roommates were whispering from their charms book, which made it difficult for him to sleep.

It took a lot of time before Sean fell asleep in a daze.

Another long and familiar dream...

When Sean got up, he frowned.

He had that dream again, he could feel the warm liquid on the corner of his mouth, and he could feel the weaker breath of the surrounding creatures...

In the dream, only the moon is clear. The self in the dream raised his head, and there was a huge black shadow of Mohu passing by in the sky, and above it was a clear, bright and soft full moon.

Sean scratched his messy hair. What did this dream mean?

He once drew a crystal ball for dream interpretation, but the crystal ball did not give any enlightenment, and it is obviously unrealistic to expect Professor Trelawney in a normal state.

In these dreams, there is the moon every time, and Sean always has a feeling that he seems to be getting closer and closer to the moon.

some kind of sign? Pride is about to wake up? Or, is this some kind of reflection in my heart? But why at this point in time...

Sean sat on the bed topless, thinking for a long time but still couldn't come up with an answer. There was an important exam today, so he could only get up quickly.

The auditorium in the morning was still full of tense atmosphere. After breakfast, other students went to class, and the fifth and seventh graders wandered in the hall.

At half past nine, they were called into the auditorium one by one. The long tables in the auditorium were removed and replaced with many single-person desks, all facing the faculty desk at the end of the auditorium. Professor McGonagall Facing them stand in front.

After everyone was seated and quiet, Professor McGonagall said, "We can start." She turned over a huge hourglass on the table next to her, where there were spare quills, ink bottles, and rolls of sheepskin Paper.

1) Write the spell to make the object fly; 2) Describe the motion of waving the wand.

Looking at the first question, Sean scratched his head in surprise—it seemed much simpler than he imagined?

"Well, it's not too bad, is it?" Hermione asked worriedly in the hallway two hours later, still clutching the scratch paper, "I can't say I passed the Happy Charm test, I'm Just ran out of time. Have you guys written out the Hiccup Curse? I don't know if I should, it seems like I've written too much—and there's a twenty-third question—"

Daisy, who rushed over after class, hugged Hermione from behind, then covered her mouth with her hand lightly, and said with a smile: "It's fine to take the exam once, and it will be worse if you try it again."

Hermione calmed down a bit.

After lunch, they lined up again into the small room off the auditorium to wait to be called to take their practical exams.

A small group of students were called away in alphabetical order, and the remaining students from UU Reading www.uukanshu.com muttered spells, practiced wand movements, and stabbed others in the back or eyes by mistake from time to time.

Hermione's name was called. Taking deep breaths, she left the small room with Anthony Goldstein, Gregory Goyle, and Daphne Greengrass.

Harry and Ron, who had almost collapsed, also made their way to the closet, panting heavily.

Not long after, Professor Flitwick called Sean's name.

Coming to the door, the head of Ravenclaw smiled at Sean with satisfaction, he was not worried at all.

"Professor Tofty, free, go, Mr. Wallop."

Sean then walked towards a small table in the far corner, behind which sat an old wizard with a bare head, the one who praised Dumbledore last night.

ten minutes later-

Professor Tofty was much more energetic than he looked, and he slapped the table hard.

"Brilliant charm! Well done, Mr. Wallop! Well done!"

Chapter end