Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 533: Repetitive dream
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The first exam, Charms Theory, is scheduled for Monday morning.
Shawn 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 professor didn't complain at all.
Compared to 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 was the twentieth time), whenever Daisy asked a question, Hermione would subconsciously report the answer immediately, and then anxiously snatched the book from Daisy's hand to check whether she had answered correctly.
The poor little white flower was almost tortured insanely. 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. She didn't raise 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 deduct all your points."
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 blocked his ears with his fingers, his lips wriggled silently, and he was cramming up two years of Charms class notes-this was the simplified version that Sean gave him. If Hermione took the notes herself, Ron should not 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 the "Standard Spells, Level 5" to see if he was reciting 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 bigger than copper bells, 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, didn't even notice her curly long hair after Terry accidentally ignited it, but her sister Parvati screamed and helped her put it out.
Even Malfoy was nervously reciting the knowledge points in the Charms class that he didn't care about before, lying on Pansy Parkinson's lap, his mind was 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 exam, but Malfoy's strong request made it impossible for the two to refuse.
On the contrary, Sean became the most relaxed person. He was not as worried as Hermione, and he was confident that he could pass the exam perfectly.
"Hey, buddy, can you believe it? I reviewed for 12 hours and 17 minutes yesterday, oh no, when I was in the dormitory, I took advantage of the gap to get dressed..."
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 method of alleviating anxiety makes Sean miserable.
"Hey, buddy, I'm a little worried. I don't think the pick-up drink I bought from Diagon Alley last time was very effective-do you think pick-up drinks are helpful for exams? And shouldn't pick-up drinks count as cheating items?"
Xiao Ensheng said unrequitedly: "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, with an anxious face on his face: "Is the potion not good? But Professor McGonagall didn't explain... Oh my God, if only I could take a sip of Felicity Elixir."
"Felix Felicia brings good luck, but there are no multiple-choice questions for the spell theory exam, buddy..." Sean pressed his face to 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, its effect is more magical than you imagine."
"Huh?" Sean became interested. Ernie seemed to know some secrets about Felix Elixir. 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, even if I go back nine generations, my blood is the purest. I've heard a lot from my grandfather--in addition to bringing good luck, the elixir of happiness can also make your thinking clearer. In addition, 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 seem to have heard of this."
"That's the old lady. She drank Felicia a few times. Anyway, when she passed away, my grandfather's grandfather was beside her. The old lady said that Felicia will guide the user, not just choose. It will guide the user to do the most correct thing, and what happens at that time will be in the user's own interests. Hey, buddy, this is better 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 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 Felicia Felicia continuously within two years, otherwise something terrible will happen--but it didn't say that in the potions textbook, did it?"
This is also in line with my guess, continuous use will lead to accidents.
Ernie slumped down on the chair: "Oh, it's useless to say this, I have no place to find Felicia, my God, I have an exam 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 a little nervous now.
During dinner 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.
Of course, Hermione is still excluded.
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 raised the cutlery and was ready to eat something, but suddenly her fork slipped from her limp fingers and fell with a clatter on the plate.
"Oh my God," she whispered, staring at the foyer, "is that them? Is that 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 that it is—" Sean chewed a piece of steak, "Professor Dumbledore has shown up, and he won't come back except for 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. What if the guys from the Ministry of Magic don't want us to have an easy time?"
Shawn 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—oh, okay." Sean winked at Daisy, who took out a piece of oil paper with ease, wrapped some food and put it in his schoolbag.
The men 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 great trip, it's been a great trip, we've been here many times before!" A stern old lady said in a calm manner, "Albus, I thought you weren't at Hogwarts, oh my god, I 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...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 our students will not let you down this time—I'll take you to the faculty lounge. You have worked hard all the way, and you must really want to drink a cup of tea."
When passing by, Sean saw Dumbledore smiling encouragingly at him.
The two haven't seen each other since our last conversation - does he think I'm doing the right thing? Well, in that case, Dumbledore must be trapped by something...
While walking up the marble stairs, Sean thought silently.
It was an uncomfortable night, everyone was trying to catch the last minute to review, but no one seemed to be making much progress.
Sean went to bed early, but his roommates were reciting their charms textbooks quietly, which made it difficult for him to sleep.
It took a lot of time for Sean to fall asleep in a daze.
Another very 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 does this dream mean?
He once drew a crystal ball to interpret dreams, 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 symptom? Pride is about to wake up? Or is this some kind of reflection in my heart? But why is it at this point in time...
Xiao En sat on the bed with his upper body shirtless, and after thinking for a long time, he 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 tension. After breakfast, other students went to class, and the fifth and seventh graders wandered around 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 stood in front of them.
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 parchment.
1) Write the spell that makes the object fly; 2) Describe the action 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've passed the Happiness Charm, I just ran out of time. Have you guys written out the Hiccup Curse? I don't know if I should write it or not, I seem to have written too much - and there's a twenty-third question -"
Daisy, who rushed over after class, hugged Hermione from behind, then gently covered her mouth with her hands, 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 little.
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~IndoMTL.com~The remaining students muttered incantations, practiced wand moves, and occasionally poked someone in the back or eye by mistake.
Hermione's name was called. Taking deep breaths, she left the small room with Anthony Goldstein, Gregory Goyle, and Daphne Greengrass.
Harry and Ron also went to the small room panting, the latter almost collapsed.
Not long after, Professor Flitwick called Sean's name.
When he came to the door, the Headmaster of Ravenclaw smiled at Sean with satisfaction, he was not worried at all.
"Professor Tofty, you are free, go, Mr. Wallop."
Sean walked to 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.
"Wonderful spell! Mr. Wallop, well done! Well done!"