Chapter 355 Examination Room Emergencies and Dreams
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Today is the last day, no longer the exam in the morning, but in the afternoon.
After this test is over, everyone will be liberated.
The test results will be sent to each candidate via owl in July.
John walked into the examination room, still in the same position, staring at the back of Goyle's head.
March class turns the hourglass over, which means the exam begins.
Flip the test paper over, the nib rustling on the parchment.
Everyone wants to finish the exam as soon as possible so that they can have a good sleep.
The sweltering heat of the summer combined with the dizzying questions made sweat drip from the tip of a student's nose.
He frantically wiped off the sweat.
John was in no hurry to answer the question.
He glanced around as if longingly, and he could see Goyle scratching his head for an answer.
Malfoy ran his hands through his hair, as if answers could fall from them.
Hermione carefully measured the gaps between words and the spacing of lines with a ruler.
Harry seemed to be in a daze, probably because the bumblebees outside kept banging their heads against the glass and disturbing him.
Ron is different, he has a kind of calmness that depends on fate regardless of whether the answer is correct.
John didn't know how he could see that expression of confidence, luck, and guilt in Ron.
Daphne dipped the quill pen that John had given her and wrote the answer intently on the parchment.
As schoolmasters, Hermione and Daphne only need to stop and think once in a while.
But others were racking their brains there and couldn't think of one, and finally decided to use Meng.
There are all kinds of beings, and John looked at them all.
He started writing.
He writes more slowly, and after a few lines, he coughs from his mouth.
The voice was not loud, but it reverberated in the quiet auditorium.
March class shifted her gaze to John, who she marveled at more than once during the proctoring session.
"Maybe a little flu."
Even though it wasn't flu season, Marchban didn't think too much about it.
John's cough didn't bother anyone else, so she let it go.
Time passed by, and after an hour, John stopped writing.
His eyes scanned the questions and answers one by one.
Did legislation on wands contribute to or did it lead to better control of goblin rebellions in the eighteenth century?
How was the Act of Secrecy breached in 1749, and what was done to prevent similar incidents from happening again?
please state...
He looked at the answers to these questions like a work of art.
Written in elegant round script on parchment, after the ink dries, its unique beauty resembles a poem written by a poet rather than a test paper.
Putting his pen down next to the parchment, he began to think.
The rustling sound of writing actually helps me sleep.
For some people who are not strong-willed, it is very grueling.
John closed his eyes, felt it for a while, and slowly raised his hand.
At that moment, the eyes of all the examiners on the field shifted.
The closest to him was Professor Tofudi. He turned his gaze over and asked in an angry voice, "Wick, what's wrong?"
Tofudi's voice stopped the answering, and the students looked up at John.
John replied honestly, "I'm not feeling well."
"If it's just a little bit, you'd better bear with it." Tofudi suggested, "This exam is almost over."
He thought that John would sit down obediently, but John didn't mean it.
"I think I'm going to the school hospital, Professor."
John's answer disappointed Tofudi a little. He felt that the student didn't even have that patience.
Even if John showed his amazing talent in the exam, Tofudi's face sank at this moment.
"Okay, okay, I hope you are not feeling well, and not trying to find the hidden history of magic in the school hospital. Some students have used this trick before." Tofudi said angrily.
John looked at him, put a smile on his face, and said with a chuckle: "You can rest assured about this."
Tofudi was about to come over to take away the parchment, his footsteps were heavy, but he stopped in an instant.
There was horror on that sulky face.
"I think the professor may have sent it over." John's face was covered with black veins, and black blood seeped from his eyes.
Like a scene from a horror movie.
He smiled and said, "If you hurry up."
Black blood spat out from his mouth, not a little red.
"Take him to the school hospital quickly!"
Tofty yelled in horror, "Hold on, kid."
The ink on Daphne's pen tip fell on the parchment, and she didn't react.
Malfoy stared there blankly, his mind seemingly shutting down.
The auditorium was deathly quiet, only the footsteps of several examiners from Tofudi who ran out in a panic.
"Sit down and continue the exam!" After all, March class has a lot of experience, and she asked other students to continue the exam.
It's just that after this moment, most of them were absent-minded.
Daphne tried several times to pick up the dropped quill, but she failed several times.
A feeling of panic took over her body.
There was the sound of the table falling, it was Malfoy.
He didn't even care about the exam, and ran out after those people.
Not only him, but almost all the Slytherin students got up.
"sit down!"
Daphne knew that it was time for her to abide by the agreement.
With a shout, the Slytherin students stopped.
Daphne forced herself to calm down, "Continue with the exam, John is fine, this matter is nothing to him."
The Slytherin students sat down, flashing all kinds of things about John once in their minds.
Only Malfoy, he couldn't listen to others at all.
Marchban waved his wand and collected the two test papers.
When she saw John's photo, she couldn't help feeling like it was a work of art.
Malfoy's one was only half written.
...
Harry's mind was in a mess. He was thinking about the answer to question ten.
It occurred to him that the first Federation meeting was held in France.
Just thinking of this, he heard John's application to go to the school hospital.
After that, the face full of black blood vessels and the black blood made him unable to calm down.
He wanted to say, that's John Wick, how could something happen?
However, that scene kept replaying in my mind like a movie.
Even if it is an ordinary student, even if something happened to Malfoy, people will keep thinking about it.
Harry forced his mind to concentrate on answering the question, and the rustling sounded again in the Great Hall.
The hourglass kept leaking, and Harry counted the hourglass.
Gradually, the hourglass changes.
The falling fools made a dark, cool corridor.
It's the Department of Mysteries!
Harry found himself walking inside, his steps firm and decisive.
He seems to be in a good mood, occasionally jogging a few steps.
The black door opened as it had done several times before, and he stood in a circular room with many doors.
Without hesitation, he walked straight across the flagstone floor.
He goes through the second door.
Spots of light, like the reflection of the Pensieve in Snape's office.
There was a strange beeping sound, but he didn't look closely.
Time must be seized.
Go through the third door, through.
The room full of shelves and spheres, just like the last time I entered, looks like a cathedral.
He walked all the way between the shelves, and came to the No.90 seven-row shelf.
turn left.
He kept going.
At the end of the hallway there was something that looked like an animal wriggling around.
A dimly lit room makes it difficult to see what things are.
And Harry, the protagonist in the dream, made a cold, high-pitched voice.
He couldn't believe that this was sent by himself, without any human kindness.
"Get it for me, hurry up!"
"Take it down, I can't touch it, you can touch it."
He ordered the dark guy on the floor, and when he saw no movement, he brutally took out his wand.
The pale, slender hand held the wand and uttered the painful spell mercilessly.
"Crucio! (crucio)"
The creature screamed in pain and fell contorted.
"Lord Voldemort is waiting."
The man on the floor shook his shoulders and looked in pain.
When the head looked up, it revealed a face Harry knew all too well.
Sirius.
...
After this test is over, everyone will be liberated.
The test results will be sent to each candidate via owl in July.
John walked into the examination room, still in the same position, staring at the back of Goyle's head.
March class turns the hourglass over, which means the exam begins.
Flip the test paper over, the nib rustling on the parchment.
Everyone wants to finish the exam as soon as possible so that they can have a good sleep.
The sweltering heat of the summer combined with the dizzying questions made sweat drip from the tip of a student's nose.
He frantically wiped off the sweat.
John was in no hurry to answer the question.
He glanced around as if longingly, and he could see Goyle scratching his head for an answer.
Malfoy ran his hands through his hair, as if answers could fall from them.
Hermione carefully measured the gaps between words and the spacing of lines with a ruler.
Harry seemed to be in a daze, probably because the bumblebees outside kept banging their heads against the glass and disturbing him.
Ron is different, he has a kind of calmness that depends on fate regardless of whether the answer is correct.
John didn't know how he could see that expression of confidence, luck, and guilt in Ron.
Daphne dipped the quill pen that John had given her and wrote the answer intently on the parchment.
As schoolmasters, Hermione and Daphne only need to stop and think once in a while.
But others were racking their brains there and couldn't think of one, and finally decided to use Meng.
There are all kinds of beings, and John looked at them all.
He started writing.
He writes more slowly, and after a few lines, he coughs from his mouth.
The voice was not loud, but it reverberated in the quiet auditorium.
March class shifted her gaze to John, who she marveled at more than once during the proctoring session.
"Maybe a little flu."
Even though it wasn't flu season, Marchban didn't think too much about it.
John's cough didn't bother anyone else, so she let it go.
Time passed by, and after an hour, John stopped writing.
His eyes scanned the questions and answers one by one.
Did legislation on wands contribute to or did it lead to better control of goblin rebellions in the eighteenth century?
How was the Act of Secrecy breached in 1749, and what was done to prevent similar incidents from happening again?
please state...
He looked at the answers to these questions like a work of art.
Written in elegant round script on parchment, after the ink dries, its unique beauty resembles a poem written by a poet rather than a test paper.
Putting his pen down next to the parchment, he began to think.
The rustling sound of writing actually helps me sleep.
For some people who are not strong-willed, it is very grueling.
John closed his eyes, felt it for a while, and slowly raised his hand.
At that moment, the eyes of all the examiners on the field shifted.
The closest to him was Professor Tofudi. He turned his gaze over and asked in an angry voice, "Wick, what's wrong?"
Tofudi's voice stopped the answering, and the students looked up at John.
John replied honestly, "I'm not feeling well."
"If it's just a little bit, you'd better bear with it." Tofudi suggested, "This exam is almost over."
He thought that John would sit down obediently, but John didn't mean it.
"I think I'm going to the school hospital, Professor."
John's answer disappointed Tofudi a little. He felt that the student didn't even have that patience.
Even if John showed his amazing talent in the exam, Tofudi's face sank at this moment.
"Okay, okay, I hope you are not feeling well, and not trying to find the hidden history of magic in the school hospital. Some students have used this trick before." Tofudi said angrily.
John looked at him, put a smile on his face, and said with a chuckle: "You can rest assured about this."
Tofudi was about to come over to take away the parchment, his footsteps were heavy, but he stopped in an instant.
There was horror on that sulky face.
"I think the professor may have sent it over." John's face was covered with black veins, and black blood seeped from his eyes.
Like a scene from a horror movie.
He smiled and said, "If you hurry up."
Black blood spat out from his mouth, not a little red.
"Take him to the school hospital quickly!"
Tofty yelled in horror, "Hold on, kid."
The ink on Daphne's pen tip fell on the parchment, and she didn't react.
Malfoy stared there blankly, his mind seemingly shutting down.
The auditorium was deathly quiet, only the footsteps of several examiners from Tofudi who ran out in a panic.
"Sit down and continue the exam!" After all, March class has a lot of experience, and she asked other students to continue the exam.
It's just that after this moment, most of them were absent-minded.
Daphne tried several times to pick up the dropped quill, but she failed several times.
A feeling of panic took over her body.
There was the sound of the table falling, it was Malfoy.
He didn't even care about the exam, and ran out after those people.
Not only him, but almost all the Slytherin students got up.
"sit down!"
Daphne knew that it was time for her to abide by the agreement.
With a shout, the Slytherin students stopped.
Daphne forced herself to calm down, "Continue with the exam, John is fine, this matter is nothing to him."
The Slytherin students sat down, flashing all kinds of things about John once in their minds.
Only Malfoy, he couldn't listen to others at all.
Marchban waved his wand and collected the two test papers.
When she saw John's photo, she couldn't help feeling like it was a work of art.
Malfoy's one was only half written.
...
Harry's mind was in a mess. He was thinking about the answer to question ten.
It occurred to him that the first Federation meeting was held in France.
Just thinking of this, he heard John's application to go to the school hospital.
After that, the face full of black blood vessels and the black blood made him unable to calm down.
He wanted to say, that's John Wick, how could something happen?
However, that scene kept replaying in my mind like a movie.
Even if it is an ordinary student, even if something happened to Malfoy, people will keep thinking about it.
Harry forced his mind to concentrate on answering the question, and the rustling sounded again in the Great Hall.
The hourglass kept leaking, and Harry counted the hourglass.
Gradually, the hourglass changes.
The falling fools made a dark, cool corridor.
It's the Department of Mysteries!
Harry found himself walking inside, his steps firm and decisive.
He seems to be in a good mood, occasionally jogging a few steps.
The black door opened as it had done several times before, and he stood in a circular room with many doors.
Without hesitation, he walked straight across the flagstone floor.
He goes through the second door.
Spots of light, like the reflection of the Pensieve in Snape's office.
There was a strange beeping sound, but he didn't look closely.
Time must be seized.
Go through the third door, through.
The room full of shelves and spheres, just like the last time I entered, looks like a cathedral.
He walked all the way between the shelves, and came to the No.90 seven-row shelf.
turn left.
He kept going.
At the end of the hallway there was something that looked like an animal wriggling around.
A dimly lit room makes it difficult to see what things are.
And Harry, the protagonist in the dream, made a cold, high-pitched voice.
He couldn't believe that this was sent by himself, without any human kindness.
"Get it for me, hurry up!"
"Take it down, I can't touch it, you can touch it."
He ordered the dark guy on the floor, and when he saw no movement, he brutally took out his wand.
The pale, slender hand held the wand and uttered the painful spell mercilessly.
"Crucio! (crucio)"
The creature screamed in pain and fell contorted.
"Lord Voldemort is waiting."
The man on the floor shook his shoulders and looked in pain.
When the head looked up, it revealed a face Harry knew all too well.
Sirius.
...
