Chapter 635 Exam, Researcher Association
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
All the process seems to be staged again for the fifth grade OWL exam.
But it's the other way around, their practice is first in the morning, and the paper is in the afternoon.
The first is Charms.
In the morning, the four long tables in the auditorium have been removed and replaced with separate tables and chairs.
Malfoy cheers for Astoria in the foyer.
"It's okay, you can do it." Malfoy waved his hand, and said arrogantly, "It's a mere exam, and my Ato will definitely be able to get something out of a bag."
Astoria's face turned pale, and she didn't know if she heard Malfoy's words, and walked into the auditorium in a daze.
In the room on the side of the hall, several proctors were already waiting here.
"Hannah Abbott."
If John is the King of Hogwarts, then Hannah is the Iron Hat.
She is always the first to play.
For a girl who is not able to resist stress, hearing her name is like being sentenced to death.
Still with Neville at her side encouraging her, Hannah worked up the courage to go inside.
Both John and Malfoy were at the back, waiting in line for their own names to appear.
Because everyone's subjects are different, some subjects are not covered by others.
Only John will appear in the examination room of each subject.
When it was Malfoy's turn to go in, he walked in such a disrespectful pace that he almost got the eldest son and sole heir of the first ancient clan, Draco Malfoy, on his face.
The examiner also paid special attention to this young man who had won the Medal of Valor and had a Merlin Medal.
"Hogwarts is really full of flowers this year." Marchban said loudly to the old man next to him, "It's much more lively than we used to be."
"What, the hot cat is here?" The old man's ears are not very good, and he is an old senior who is dozens of years older than Maqiban.
If it wasn't because this session was the most lively one, I am afraid that this old man would not have appeared.
Malfoy came to the old man, put his hips on his hips and said arrogantly: "If you have any questions, please ask."
"What, Tim's here?" said the old man. "I don't know Tim."
Malfoy: "I mean, come up with a question!"
Old man: "Hurry up and get out? I'm the examiner."
Malfoy got angry, and cursed: "Old man, I'll ask you to write a question!"
The old man was also angry. He slapped the table and yelled angrily: "Who are you calling an old bastard? Get out if you don't take the exam!"
You understand this sentence, right?
Malfoy was very lively when he entered the room.
John heard the chickens and dogs jumping inside, and Malfoy was dragged out after finishing the exam.
"You don't have good ears, what kind of examiner are you!"
"I don't eat BBQ!"
"Old stuff."
"Damn, the little bastard scolded me again!"
John: "..." Charms exams have to take this now?
When John entered, for some reason, everyone seemed to be looking at him enthusiastically.
The old man who had quarreled with Malfoy got up enthusiastically, and walked over the table in the way to shake John's hand.
"John Wick," said the old man with bright eyes, "my name is Robin Spencers. Nice to meet you."
"I've heard about your grading of magic. I have to say that this is a new way of thinking."
"Hello." John shook hands with the old man.
"These exams are so dry, let's have fun," Spences said.
If it weren't for John Wick's name, Spencer, the old man, would not have given up the comfortable life of raising velvet at home.
He is a charm scholar, and his study of magic makes him obsessed.
John thought for a while and asked, "Bonus points?"
"Of course," said Spencer, who was deaf, "provided it's satisfactory."
"Then I'm being disrespectful." John smiled slightly.
He raised his hand and pressed lightly.
A wave of fluctuations gushed out, and the surrounding tables did not change in any way.
The examiners looked at each other until one of the examiners accidentally touched the table.
Those tables quickly turned into dust and scattered as if they had been weathered for thousands of years.
John pulled out his wand, and the powder flew in front of him, quickly reorganized two meters away, and returned to its original appearance.
"Pretty!"
Spencer couldn't help but exclaim.
A silver light flashed behind John, and the table had returned to its original position.
"how did you do that?"
Spencers didn't even see John using magic, as if everything just appeared out of thin air.
John smiled silently.
"Well, there's something amazing about you geniuses." Spencers knew he was asking too much.
He smiled and asked, "After graduation, do you plan to compile magic books?"
"Some old friends and I formed a research association, I hope you can be interested."
The examiners were surprised by Spences' decision.
The Association of Drillers, this is an association that few people have heard of.
But in fact, what this association does affects the entire magical world.
They codify those spells, study their effects, and improve their abilities.
It can be said that they are the Weapon Research Department of the Magic World.
What they do is create magic.
This is not a place that everyone can enter. Only those with the ability to create magic can touch the threshold.
The people inside are all old wizards who are proficient in all kinds of magic.
"Sorry, I don't think I have any plans for this at the moment." John declined his invitation.
Spencer wasn't angry either, he just smiled and said, "You are always welcome."
The examiners knew that Spencers had taken a fancy to John's creativity.
In the Charms exam, if nothing else happens, John will get an excellent grade.
Walking out the door, you can also see Malfoy talking about that old man Spencer.
Until noon.
Astoria repeatedly confirmed to John whether he had made a mistake.
Malfoy said indignantly: "Why don't you ask me, my spell is also 'O'!"
Astoria didn't know what to say, so she said, "I think it's more reassuring to ask John."
Daphne sneered, Malfoy had used this achievement for a long time.
in the afternoon.
The battlefield was switched, and Professor Flitwick ordered that cheating items such as self-correcting ink and memory balls be prohibited.
When he was talking, he walked around the two big men Gore and Crabbe.
It was a miracle that these two monstrous monsters could pass the OWL exam. Professor Flitwick was once very angry in the seventh grade class.
Professor Flitwick walked up to John and said, "Spencers invited you to join the Association of Drillers? That's a great place."
"My mind isn't there yet," John said with a shrug. "Maybe when I retire, that's a good option."
Professor Flitwick agreed. John now has the power to separate the United Kingdom. Letting him join the Researcher Association is like the president of the United States going to become a monk.
The written test for Charms was not difficult for John.
After half an hour of writing, John began to let go of his thoughts.
The reverse scale charm he wore on his chest provided him with dark energy, and John stared at his fingers, which turned slightly gray, and then returned to normal in an instant.
"This energy eats away at the human body."
John suddenly absorbed a large amount of dark energy, but the color of his palm did not change.
"The last time in the dark dimension, the endless darkness pouring into my body did not cause me any side effects, indicating that this force cannot harm me."
The time for the Charms exam gradually passed as John continued to absorb the darkness.
As the hourglass on Professor Flitwick's desk bottomed out, the exam came to an end.
Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and the parchments of the crowd flew towards him.
Everyone's expression is also different.
Goyle scratched his head, Malfoy was confident, and Daphne recalled cautiously.
After this exam is over, the metamorphosis exam will be held the next day.
The person who asked John for the answer added another Malfoy from Astoria.
For Malfoy, practice was far easier than theory.
Wait until Tuesday, the same staggered time as the fifth grade.
Hannah was still first, but this time, John saw a camel running out of the room.
Followed by a group of camels, Hannah couldn't stop her crying.
It was very lively inside, and this time it was Malfoy's turn to stop being arrogant.
Metamorphosis has always been Malfoy's shortcoming. After he entered the examination room, he didn't see how arrogant he was when he came out. It is conservatively estimated that his performance should be qualified.
...
But it's the other way around, their practice is first in the morning, and the paper is in the afternoon.
The first is Charms.
In the morning, the four long tables in the auditorium have been removed and replaced with separate tables and chairs.
Malfoy cheers for Astoria in the foyer.
"It's okay, you can do it." Malfoy waved his hand, and said arrogantly, "It's a mere exam, and my Ato will definitely be able to get something out of a bag."
Astoria's face turned pale, and she didn't know if she heard Malfoy's words, and walked into the auditorium in a daze.
In the room on the side of the hall, several proctors were already waiting here.
"Hannah Abbott."
If John is the King of Hogwarts, then Hannah is the Iron Hat.
She is always the first to play.
For a girl who is not able to resist stress, hearing her name is like being sentenced to death.
Still with Neville at her side encouraging her, Hannah worked up the courage to go inside.
Both John and Malfoy were at the back, waiting in line for their own names to appear.
Because everyone's subjects are different, some subjects are not covered by others.
Only John will appear in the examination room of each subject.
When it was Malfoy's turn to go in, he walked in such a disrespectful pace that he almost got the eldest son and sole heir of the first ancient clan, Draco Malfoy, on his face.
The examiner also paid special attention to this young man who had won the Medal of Valor and had a Merlin Medal.
"Hogwarts is really full of flowers this year." Marchban said loudly to the old man next to him, "It's much more lively than we used to be."
"What, the hot cat is here?" The old man's ears are not very good, and he is an old senior who is dozens of years older than Maqiban.
If it wasn't because this session was the most lively one, I am afraid that this old man would not have appeared.
Malfoy came to the old man, put his hips on his hips and said arrogantly: "If you have any questions, please ask."
"What, Tim's here?" said the old man. "I don't know Tim."
Malfoy: "I mean, come up with a question!"
Old man: "Hurry up and get out? I'm the examiner."
Malfoy got angry, and cursed: "Old man, I'll ask you to write a question!"
The old man was also angry. He slapped the table and yelled angrily: "Who are you calling an old bastard? Get out if you don't take the exam!"
You understand this sentence, right?
Malfoy was very lively when he entered the room.
John heard the chickens and dogs jumping inside, and Malfoy was dragged out after finishing the exam.
"You don't have good ears, what kind of examiner are you!"
"I don't eat BBQ!"
"Old stuff."
"Damn, the little bastard scolded me again!"
John: "..." Charms exams have to take this now?
When John entered, for some reason, everyone seemed to be looking at him enthusiastically.
The old man who had quarreled with Malfoy got up enthusiastically, and walked over the table in the way to shake John's hand.
"John Wick," said the old man with bright eyes, "my name is Robin Spencers. Nice to meet you."
"I've heard about your grading of magic. I have to say that this is a new way of thinking."
"Hello." John shook hands with the old man.
"These exams are so dry, let's have fun," Spences said.
If it weren't for John Wick's name, Spencer, the old man, would not have given up the comfortable life of raising velvet at home.
He is a charm scholar, and his study of magic makes him obsessed.
John thought for a while and asked, "Bonus points?"
"Of course," said Spencer, who was deaf, "provided it's satisfactory."
"Then I'm being disrespectful." John smiled slightly.
He raised his hand and pressed lightly.
A wave of fluctuations gushed out, and the surrounding tables did not change in any way.
The examiners looked at each other until one of the examiners accidentally touched the table.
Those tables quickly turned into dust and scattered as if they had been weathered for thousands of years.
John pulled out his wand, and the powder flew in front of him, quickly reorganized two meters away, and returned to its original appearance.
"Pretty!"
Spencer couldn't help but exclaim.
A silver light flashed behind John, and the table had returned to its original position.
"how did you do that?"
Spencers didn't even see John using magic, as if everything just appeared out of thin air.
John smiled silently.
"Well, there's something amazing about you geniuses." Spencers knew he was asking too much.
He smiled and asked, "After graduation, do you plan to compile magic books?"
"Some old friends and I formed a research association, I hope you can be interested."
The examiners were surprised by Spences' decision.
The Association of Drillers, this is an association that few people have heard of.
But in fact, what this association does affects the entire magical world.
They codify those spells, study their effects, and improve their abilities.
It can be said that they are the Weapon Research Department of the Magic World.
What they do is create magic.
This is not a place that everyone can enter. Only those with the ability to create magic can touch the threshold.
The people inside are all old wizards who are proficient in all kinds of magic.
"Sorry, I don't think I have any plans for this at the moment." John declined his invitation.
Spencer wasn't angry either, he just smiled and said, "You are always welcome."
The examiners knew that Spencers had taken a fancy to John's creativity.
In the Charms exam, if nothing else happens, John will get an excellent grade.
Walking out the door, you can also see Malfoy talking about that old man Spencer.
Until noon.
Astoria repeatedly confirmed to John whether he had made a mistake.
Malfoy said indignantly: "Why don't you ask me, my spell is also 'O'!"
Astoria didn't know what to say, so she said, "I think it's more reassuring to ask John."
Daphne sneered, Malfoy had used this achievement for a long time.
in the afternoon.
The battlefield was switched, and Professor Flitwick ordered that cheating items such as self-correcting ink and memory balls be prohibited.
When he was talking, he walked around the two big men Gore and Crabbe.
It was a miracle that these two monstrous monsters could pass the OWL exam. Professor Flitwick was once very angry in the seventh grade class.
Professor Flitwick walked up to John and said, "Spencers invited you to join the Association of Drillers? That's a great place."
"My mind isn't there yet," John said with a shrug. "Maybe when I retire, that's a good option."
Professor Flitwick agreed. John now has the power to separate the United Kingdom. Letting him join the Researcher Association is like the president of the United States going to become a monk.
The written test for Charms was not difficult for John.
After half an hour of writing, John began to let go of his thoughts.
The reverse scale charm he wore on his chest provided him with dark energy, and John stared at his fingers, which turned slightly gray, and then returned to normal in an instant.
"This energy eats away at the human body."
John suddenly absorbed a large amount of dark energy, but the color of his palm did not change.
"The last time in the dark dimension, the endless darkness pouring into my body did not cause me any side effects, indicating that this force cannot harm me."
The time for the Charms exam gradually passed as John continued to absorb the darkness.
As the hourglass on Professor Flitwick's desk bottomed out, the exam came to an end.
Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and the parchments of the crowd flew towards him.
Everyone's expression is also different.
Goyle scratched his head, Malfoy was confident, and Daphne recalled cautiously.
After this exam is over, the metamorphosis exam will be held the next day.
The person who asked John for the answer added another Malfoy from Astoria.
For Malfoy, practice was far easier than theory.
Wait until Tuesday, the same staggered time as the fifth grade.
Hannah was still first, but this time, John saw a camel running out of the room.
Followed by a group of camels, Hannah couldn't stop her crying.
It was very lively inside, and this time it was Malfoy's turn to stop being arrogant.
Metamorphosis has always been Malfoy's shortcoming. After he entered the examination room, he didn't see how arrogant he was when he came out. It is conservatively estimated that his performance should be qualified.
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