Chapter 157 Chapter 156: The strongest black magic defense!
June is the season when the weather starts to get hot
As the end of the semester comes quietly, the sky seems to resonate with it. The school has been tightly embraced by the hot sunshine for days, and the air is filled with an indescribable tension and expectation.
It can be said that everyone's emotions are complex and subtle.
The scenery outside the castle is becoming more and more beautiful, but on the campus of Hogwarts, which is caressed by the heat wave, it is difficult for the little wizards to enjoy the joy and refreshment of summer - after all, everyone knows that June It means the final exam is coming, which is something that almost all little wizards are not willing to face.
Of course, there are a few exceptions.
For those young wizards who are diligent and familiar with magic spells and ancient books, the arrival of exam week is like a long-awaited feast waiting to begin. Their eyes are shining with confidence, and they can turn countless days and nights of hard work into excellent results. This is the moment they are most looking forward to during the semester.
However, not everyone can face this test with such a calm mind. Some young wizards, perhaps because they are crammed, feel overwhelmed and anxious when faced with mountains of review materials and complicated magic theories. This group of people accounts for slightly more than 100 million points in Gryffindor House.
There are also young wizards who try to use some small tricks, such as asking their family members to inquire about the test questions in advance, but it is obviously the first time for them to feel that their parents' connections are not working.
No one can find out the test questions in advance, and the same goes for the descendants of pure-blood families. There are many Slytherin students who look ugly and are ridiculed by their dean, Professor Snape.
The students of Hufflepuff House are also actively preparing, but their average time spent in the library is the lowest. Few people know that the students of this house are restless.
And their pursuit of results is not high. If they can pass the exam, it means that all their efforts this year have met the standards. Better results can be regarded as an unexpected surprise to them.
The non-involvement attitude is also unique in the entire Hogwarts. Of course, this does not mean that the little wizards of Hufflepuff will not do very well in the exams every year. On the contrary, sometimes they can even get better grades than Slytherin House, but fail the whole school. The college with the smallest number of students.
Ian has always felt that the reason for this, in addition to a good attitude towards taking exams, must also be related to the fact that most of the holiday homework is outsourced to this group of diligent little badgers.
As the saying goes, the meaning of reading a hundred times will be self-evident. Being able to complete the professors' homework from different angles over and over again will definitely lay a good foundation for Hufflepuff students.
Perhaps the students of Hufflepuff House did not realize this themselves - in comparison, the students of Ravenclaw House simply reached a new level of involution in the last month.
There are no better grades, only the best grades, and all subjects that need to be tested must have perfect scores. This is the obsession of almost all Ravenclaw students.
And for those scheming boys and girls who know that they have shortcomings and can’t get full marks in the exams, the intrigues, Sun Tzu’s Art of War, and all kinds of comments like “I’ll go out for a walk” and “I’ll go outside to have fun” have all become The excuses and reasons they use to fool and deceive their other classmates.
It's not really scheming, it's just a normal "learning to fight" operation.
"What the hell are these guys? There are still a few hours of exams left, and you are still hiding and studying secretly. Are you all thinking about relying on the final exam to stage a script that will make you a blockbuster in life?"
Because of Grindelwald's threatening remarks, Ian couldn't sleep well all night. When he was preparing for the exam the next day, he walked out of the Room of Requirement before dawn.
However.
When he went back to his dormitory to change clothes, he would encounter classmates who were still studying secretly in many inconspicuous corners along the way. He even felt that these guys were more elusive than Albus Dumbledore.
The little wizard who got into the chandelier to study said "Good morning, little professor", which scared Ian. The main reason was that the little wizard's head was still wearing a disguised paper shell.
It has a pattern similar to that of the chandelier, but it is worn like an inverted triangle. It almost made Ian think that he woke up and traveled through the world of Hogwarts version of Silent Hill.
"What the hell are you doing! Won't gambling also start in the final exam?" When Ian returned to the dormitory, he found that William's dark circles were heavier than those of an iron-eating beast.
In front of his desk are almost all the books covered this semester.
"Standard Spells, Elementary", "Detailed History of Magic", "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration", "Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense", "Thousands of Magical Herbs and Mushrooms"... Although William has already read these books by heart, he still reads them every day. Every few hours I would worry that I had forgotten some of the content.
"Oh, yes, we have an exam today."
That is to say, Michael still has an attitude towards life that he has not woken up from.
Not only did he not study all night, but he didn't wake up from his deep sleep until Ian walked over and slapped him. This little black guy was probably the most uninterested of all the Ravenclaw students.
"Why don't you make a surprise attack before the battle?"
Ian saw Michael slowly get up from the bed. He glanced at the quilt and saw no books, confirming that this roommate was different from other scheming boys in the same college.
"It's just an exam, why bother doing it like you're on the battlefield." Michael's mentality was very good. He did not study secretly, he just became more serious in the last few weeks of class.
In fact, in the last few weeks of the semester, professors no longer teach students new knowledge, but instead help students consolidate what they have learned in class to prepare for the final assessment. At this point, it seems that Hogg The teaching methods at Wards are not much different from those in most Muggle schools.
"The exam is the real battlefield."
William finally put down his book, turned around and responded seriously, "If we want the exam to be foolproof, we need to control any variables that may cause errors in the results."
Said.
William breathed a sigh of relief and patted the textbook on the table again.
"I think I will definitely get all O's. In the last month, I have studied the textbooks repeatedly. The professors will not test us on some content that is not included in the textbooks, right?"
He wanted to be more confident, but there was a bit of anxiety in his voice. He could only say that William looked like those Gryffindor House students suffering from "pre-examination phobia".
The only difference is that Gryffindor students are worried about failing some subjects, while William is worried about not being able to get the best grades in all subjects - excellent (O), good (E) , Pass (A), Poor (P), Very Poor (D), Extremely Poor (T), these are Hogwarts' criteria for judging test scores.
"Don't worry, if you can't get all O's with such hard work, I don't think many people can get it." Ian kindly comforted his roommate.
However.
Unexpectedly, William sighed heavily, his voice even more worried, "It's different. Everyone's talent is different. Even if I don't compare with classmates like you who are incredibly talented, I'm still far behind. It's like Michael doesn’t study every day when he comes back. He was still able to point out several mistakes in my knowledge last night.”
"This is the gap in talent. I think there should be many people like him in the school." There is a reason why William would be so anxious and uneasy studying all night. After all, it didn’t matter that he had a classmate like Ian who was so good at everything. Another roommate who laughed and chased girls every day learned faster than him.
If it were most people, most people would definitely feel very insecure inside.
"I'm studying hard too."
Michael failed to empathize with William's mood, and retorted helplessly while brushing his teeth. Just because he didn't like to learn the knowledge he had already learned didn't mean he didn't study hard.
"Is there a possibility that apart from me, in our grade, only Michael has better grades than you?" Ian had actually discovered Michael's "study god" attribute a long time ago. As a young professor who has been secretly tutoring little wizards, he is very sure that there is no second such person among the first-year students in Ravenclaw Academy.
William was obviously a newbie and didn't realize this. He thought that this situation would be normal outside other dormitories. He didn't know that he himself could be considered a rare genius.
"You can guarantee that Ravenclaw House is like this, but you can't guarantee that other houses are like this, right? I've heard that the best students in several grades are not students in our house. Just like, do you dare to believe that... Is the student with the best grades in the grade an athlete who plays Quidditch all day long? ”
"There are talented people, there always have been, and there are many, many more. I can't imagine being rejected when I go home." William's behavior at this time is generally called self-inflicted in clinical practice.
The witch doctor Ian immediately made a diagnosis and thought of a treatment method.
"Don't move."
He ran to the table and opened the drawer, took out a quill pen and dipped it in ink. Under William's doubtful gaze, he walked up to William and held down William's head.
"What is this doing?"
William felt Ian writing on his forehead.
"I have given you a ritual magic that can reduce your self-confidence and increase your self-confidence." After Ian finished writing the words, he pretended to chant a spell.
"Burberry Bo, Burberry Bo~"
Ian's wand circled three times around William's head.
The serious look made William immediately happy.
"Thank you, Ian."
His sincere gratitude also made him want to wrap his arms around Ian's waist in a sitting position.
Escaped by Ian.
After all, William's unique love for underpants makes it difficult for Ian to judge whether his character is pure or not.
"Can this magic increase people's luck?" After finishing washing, Michael also walked out of the bathroom and came over curiously to ask.
"Of course not."
Ian shook his head.
"What about increasing wisdom?"
Michael asked again.
Ian continued to shake his head, "This is just a magic text of self-confidence to reduce internal friction. It is not bad without reducing your wisdom. How can you expect it to increase your wisdom?"
His words surprised Michael.
"Is this actually a kind of magic text? I feel it looks a bit like Chinese." Michael wanted to touch it with his hand, but was directly caught by William with great vigilance.
"Don't try to destroy the magic that Ian put on me. I feel much better now and am very confident." What William is showing now is obviously the great role of psychological suggestion.
Ian didn't really do any magic.
"Yes, Chinese magic script contains great terror and great magic power." Ian clapped his hands and announced that he was done, and put the quill he took out back into the drawer.
"Can you give me one too?" Michael eagerly took out his quill pen. Ian hesitated for a moment, and decided to draw a few strokes on Michael's forehead even if it was wet with rain and dew.
"Don't you care about exams?"
Ian was quite helpless.
"I just don't care about reviewing, because reviewing will delay my time to write a love letter to Rebecca." Michael chuckled, looking quite reasonable.
"You asked for this yourself."
That's when Ian put down his pen.
"And what about ritual magic?"
Michael memorized the process better than Ian, the "magic founder". There was no other way, so Ian could only take out his wand and pretend to do it.
"Burberry Bo, Burberry Bo~"
Although nothing happened, Michael's joy was beyond words.
"It's amazing! I also feel more confident!"
It can only be said that psychological suggestion will work equally well on any naive little wizard. Michael's blustering remarks reminded Ian of his childhood when he was obsessed with internal energy before time travel.
He thought that he was about to achieve magic, and even when he climbed over the railing, he felt light and healthy. However, in the end, he discovered that he was just suffering from indigestion and bloating - no one could explain why he was really I feel light and healthy, so the psychological suggestion is really magical.
"Why don't you draw one for yourself?"
William picked up the mirror and observed the mysterious "magic text" on his forehead, and curiously asked Ian about it. He felt that Ian should use such a good magic.
"No, no, I'm just too confident and happy right now. I can't draw this kind of magic text anymore. Otherwise, I'm very likely to be so confident that my whole body will swell."
Ian quickly refused and threw away the quill in his hand.
His performance did not make his good roommate feel anything was wrong. The two of them held the mirror and admired it for a long time. At Ian's urging, they put down the mirror and rushed to the examination room with Ian.
along the way.
William and Michael both held their heads high and looked as if they had been "blessed" by magic. They probably became the most confident people in the exam among all the little wizards.
This will indeed help them to make better use of their strengths to a great extent. As long as they are not overconfident, they will definitely perform a little better than normal.
Ian is not just a big liar either.
He was trying to save the mentality of William, a good roommate and a good tool man.
No.
William didn't even continue to mutter the content he had memorized over and over again, nor could he remember the answer because of nervousness. Ian felt that by talking less, he saved William's grade in one class.
"I'm such a good person."
While waiting outside the examination room, Ian gave himself a thumbs up. It was another win-win day for him. Not only did he gain merit, but he also received gratitude from his roommates.
Oh, no, maybe it was a win-win-win-win situation, and he also felt the happiness of the Lezi people.
"What happened to your two roommates? They both have words carved on their heads." Aurora was also quite confused when she came to the examination room. She saw William and Michael entering the examination room first after the door opened.
"I don't know."
Ian made a confused expression.
"What words are engraved?"
His confused look definitely qualifies as an Oscar-worthy actor. There is a saying that when Aurora mentioned that it was a word, Ian had already realized that this Germanic girl must have learned Chinese.
No.
Aurora frowned in response.
"The people you play with are really weird. If you really want to believe that kind of gimmick, you should also have words like "win or guarantee" engraved on it, right?"
"If I read it correctly, what is engraved on their foreheads is... don't eat coriander? I think these four Chinese characters in the East don't have any meaning of blessing before the exam, right?"
It has to be said that Aurora is definitely a good girl to a certain extent. She doubted her own knowledge and did not doubt that Ian and Ian's roommate were mentally abnormal.
"Oh, that's it."
Ian looked like he was suddenly enlightened.
"You must have known this a long time ago."
Aurora looked like she was quietly watching the little wizard's performance.
"No."
Ian's big innocent eyes were stared at.
"I understand, you drew it for them."
Aurora doesn't know how to read minds. She just knows the good friend in front of her very well. "Do these four words have any positive meaning? If so, can you tell me about it?"
The studious Germanic girl tilted her head.
"Huh?"
Seeing that Ian was silent for a long time without speaking, she also raised her eyebrows in confusion.
"Let me tell you if there is any positive meaning in what you said. I am obviously responding to your request." Ian explained the reason for his silence.
He explained it very easily.
Not speaking means there is no positive meaning.
"..."
However.
Aurora was stunned for a while before she came back to her senses.
"To be honest, when it comes to pranks, I think the Gryffindor twins are much smarter than you." She commented on Ian's behavior rather helplessly.
"I'm helping William gain confidence. Look how confident he looks now." Ian and Aurora entered the examination room together and looked at William who was confident.
perhaps.
There is indeed some mysterious power of self-confidence behind these four-character mantra.
……
The first exam was actually just a theoretical exam, which was easier to understand and was a written exam. The first-year students from the four colleges were disrupted and divided into two classrooms to answer the test papers.
In order to prevent anyone from trying to cheat by using the magic pen, no one is allowed to bring their own quills and ink to the exam, and can only use stationery distributed by the school.
This point has been mentioned repeatedly by various professors before the exam. Even a graphic sign was erected at the entrance of the examination room. The picture referenced under the big prohibition symbol came from Ian's work.
Answer pen.
This is a product that Ian started selling one month before the exam after some improvements. As soon as the ban came out, many Gryffindor wizards simply cried out.
However, Ian's mood didn't fluctuate much. He didn't need to cheat to answer questions, and he had already sold almost all the answering pens he could sell.
There is no refund service, and Ian plans to sell the remaining inventory when school starts next year. It will be no problem to find rich brother Harry and Slytherin's new students to clear out the inventory.
"I'm so bad!"
While Ian answered the questions with ease, he reflected on himself in his heart. By the time he was done reflecting, he had already completed all the test papers.
Seeing that he could not hand in the paper in advance and leave in advance, Ian could only play with the pen out of boredom. The pen and ink he used were the designated examination supplies issued by Professor Flitwick, who had just been invigilated.
It is a quill that can effectively prevent cheating. It is a little more difficult to write than a normal quill, but fortunately Hogwarts has reserved enough time for the little wizards to answer questions. In his previous life, he needed to screen out the national examination candidates who were lucky enough to read it. The kind of time that would make you cry.
"What a delightful image."
Ian saw that his classmates were still writing furiously, and the quills were spinning in his hand. The speed was like an engine, which attracted Professor Flitwick's attention.
"Put away your magic power, Mr. Prince. If you have finished the test paper, please check it carefully a few times. Don't affect other students' thinking and answering."
I can only say that it’s a different world, but the same kind of invigilator. Of course, candidates may be extremely similar, and no matter how strict the anti-cheating measures are, some candidates will not be able to avoid taking risks.
There are candidates who write their notes on their clothes, some brave people who write them directly on the back of their hands, and some cheating geniuses who use what Ian thinks is braille to carve them into their mouths.
Ian looked at the Gryffindor student who kept moving his tongue crazily in his mouth while answering questions, and he couldn't help but feel that Gryffindor House is really full of talents.
There is always someone among them who comes up with some unexpected ideas. Ian, who had finished his test paper in advance, saw the chaos of demons, but Professor Flitwick, who was in charge of invigilating the exam, only stopped him from playing with his quill.
For students who cheat.
Professor Flitwick chose to turn a blind eye and took a mirror to trim his nose hair on the podium. He trimmed it for a whole morning. Ian suspected that he was carving some kind of miniature relief on the nose hair.
As the exam time came to an end, everyone handed in their papers in harmony, with different expressions on everyone's faces. Some were elated and others were ecstatic.
There are also dejected people who know that they are going to fail the exam.
"Very good, everyone is very nice."
After Professor Flitwick made a shrill comment, he gently shook the wand on the test papers while sorting them out, and seventeen or eighteen test papers floated out from the stack of test papers.
"I want to remind you, first of all, cheating without being discovered is cheating, and cheating that is discovered is stupidity." Professor Flitwick didn't care what subjects these test papers involved.
He simply waved his hand, and all the test papers that were taken out were imprinted with the letter T, which represented the lowest grade in the exam.
"Especially Miss Ariel, although I am not your Transfiguration professor, I hope you can respect my eyes and not be so blatant when cheating next school year."
"Of course, your trick of turning the cheat sheet into a hairband and tying it around your wrist was a good one, but we are obviously not testing the practice and application of Transfiguration."
"As for Miss Daphne Greengrass, although you were serious and focused throughout the exam, I hope you can return to your own exam room to take the exam next time."
"To be honest, the idea of giving up my own test scores and using Polyjuice Potion to help Mr. Roger Skylant take the test is really not a wise and correct idea."
"Think about it, how much of the reward you got from Mr. Roger Skylant will be left after you repay the loan you took to buy the potion from some mysterious forces in the school?"
……
Professor Flitwick obviously not only had a full view of the cheating that occurred in the entire examination room, but was also well aware of some of the recent events and transactions in the school.
When he was talking about the channels for purchasing potions, he glanced in Ian's direction with a helpless look. Ian didn't pay attention. He was watching "Mr. Roger Skylant" blushing with embarrassment.
One thing to say.
Ian didn't understand what Daphne Greengrass was doing. He thought Daphne Greengrass was trying to steal the test paper, but he didn't expect that it was actually used to engage in such unnatural performance buying and selling behavior.
It can only be said that she is worthy of being the daughter of a pure-blood family. Even her ideas for making money are different from ordinary people, which makes a little money-making expert like Ian couldn't help but be amazed.
"What a disgusting Professor Flitwick!"
"Why didn't he expose us when we were cheating!"
"I finally understand why the little devil went to Ravenclaw House. The wizards in Ravenclaw House have bad hearts. Professor Flitwick must be very happy to see us in such embarrassment that our work has been in vain."
"Hey, this is really an unforgettable lesson."
……
After the theory test.
There are many young wizards who are as depressed as Daphne Greengrass. After all, it is the final exam of the first year, and there are many young wizards who want to get good grades by cheating.
It can only be said that the senior students laughed from ear to ear after seeing these little wizards. They have been through it, and they have obviously gained from these groups whose cheating methods have been exposed. The abnormal happiness of being at ease. Of course, this kind of abnormal happiness is not meaningless.
"This is so...magical." While walking around the examination room, Ian saw with his own eyes that a senior student had successfully used the Patronus Charm with such abnormal happiness.
It can only be said that the magic of idealism is so magical sometimes.
It can only be said to be a coincidence. After walking into Professor Flitwick's one-on-one magic practice examination room, Professor Flitwick gave Ian the exam question on the profound magic of the Patronus Charm.
It will obviously not be a test question for all little wizards, or even for all grade students, but a test question that Professor Flitwick alone made for Ian.
"Quickly, let me see, let me see." Professor Flitwick rubbed his hands impatiently. It was really difficult for people not to suspect that he was using public power to satisfy his selfish desires. Everyone in Ravenclaw Academy is full of curiosity. Professor Flitwick has been studying Ian's Patronus Charm for a long time, so it is reasonable for him to be unable to restrain his curiosity about Ian's Patronus Charm.
"Is this really the topic?"
Ian sighed helplessly.
"How should I put it? In principle, a wizard should keep his patron saint secret, but... I am your dean, and of course I will not betray you!"
Professor Flitwick smiled and rubbed his hands again.
Ian felt that this was his dean's hint to him that he had his own principles.
"Call the gods to protect you."
It wasn't something that needed to be concealed as a trump card. Ian really didn't think that Professor Flitwick would use this to harm him, so he displayed his Patronus Charm openly.
Countless silver threads are like the brightest shooting stars in the night sky, spurting out from the wand. They intertwine and rotate in the air, emitting a soft but firm light.
Illuminating everything around the protagonist.
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As the silver threads continued to intertwine, a sight that amazed Professor Flitwick began to appear. Those originally erratic silver threads gradually condensed into the appearance of a young girl.
The girl has long, silky hair, and her eyes are like the brightest stars in the night sky. Her skin is crystal clear, as if it was carved by moonlight and morning dew.
"Merlin's underwear! The humanoid patron saint! I finally know why you kept hesitating even though I asked you several times! This is such an incredible miracle!"
Professor Flitwick stared at the figure in mid-air with dumbfounded eyes. He had actually always had some vague guesses in his mind, but he never expected that Ian's situation was even more exaggerated and outrageous than the dozens of possibilities he had guessed... and even... absurd! Such a patron saint is likely to change a lot of common sense in the wizarding world!
"Can she talk and communicate? Is she someone living somewhere? No! This feeling is a bit ghostly! Incredible! This is really incredible!"
"Perhaps you can use your patron saint to improve our wizards' views and understanding of many things!" Professor Flitwick's knowledge and vision are indeed powerful. He circled Ariana for more than ten times, until he felt dizzy before he stopped.
"I think she can communicate... Her name is Ariana, it's me..." Ian introduced his patron saint rather implicitly.
He hadn't figured out how to introduce Ariana yet.
"Oh! My God! The dwarf in the fairy tale!" Ariana, who had already opened her eyes, immediately interrupted the words that Ian had roughly organized in his mind with an exclamation. The girl wore a long skirt woven with silver threads. The skirt swayed gently, like feathers dancing in the wind, which was both light and solemn.
It's just that the roaring look and the appearance are slightly separated.
"I'm not a dwarf, I just have part of the blood of an elf." Professor Flitwick retorted to Ariana, but he didn't feel offended at all.
"I'm sorry, sir, I admitted my mistake." Ariana immediately bowed and apologized with some shame. She mainly suffered from the disadvantage of not having seen much of the world in her life.
"Oh, it's no big deal. I know you don't mean any harm. After all, you thought I was a character in a fairy tale. Hahaha. Maybe I am a bit like a dwarf."
Professor Flitwick started circling Ariana again.
After he fainted once.
Then he happily approached Ariana, raised his hand and touched Ariana's skirt, turned around and sighed to Ian in an exclamation voice.
"She is a wise soul! This is a form of patron saint that has never been seen in ancient and modern times! Little Ian! You are making history! And I must be witnessing a history too!"
Although his voice was still a bit sharp, the excitement in it was very strong. With just a brief observation, Professor Flitwick was able to determine a lot of information.
"I can't hold on much longer, Professor."
Ian stepped forward and quietly stuffed a few candies into Ariana's hand, and whispered to Ariana that this was his test project. Ariana nodded in understanding.
"Okay, okay, no problem, that's enough. I don't think this kind of magic can last too long, even if your magic has reached a level that amazes me."
Finished.
There was no hesitation.
Professor Flitwick ran to his desk and drew a big O on Ian's transcript. Just when Ian and Ariana waved goodbye and were about to remove the magic, Ariana looked at the wall behind Professor Flitwick. She seemed to smile at the portrait on the wall before getting back into Ian's wand. .
"Hoo~"
Ian breathed a sigh of relief.
"You must have an incredible bloodline! This is a connection that spans life and death! You will be the first wizard to explore this realm through the Patronus Spell!"
"This is much more promising than those damn horrible magics you have been wanting to study!" Professor Flitwick also wanted to have more exchanges with Ian, but there are still young wizards who need to take the exam later. Many young wizards in more than one grade need to complete final assessments.
Therefore, he could only wait for Ian to finish the test questions and still remind Ian when he left the classroom. It was obvious that the professor still couldn't forget the idea of the little wizard creating his own "sterilization magic".
He pointed Ian to another research direction that he felt would not cause much harm. After Ian left, Professor Flitwick did not let the next candidate enter the classroom immediately.
"Thank you."
A voice came from behind Professor Flitwick.
"You're welcome. In fact, you also solved a problem for me. How to assign test questions to little Ian bothered me enough that I couldn't sleep well for several nights."
He turned back and looked at the figure in front of the portrait on the wall, which gradually turned from transparent to clear.
"Albus, there must be some story between you and Ian's little girl." Professor Flitwick looked at the old principal who was wearing a purple robe and had rarely dressed up.
"What makes you think so?"
Albus Dumbledore did not respond directly.
"Of course you can see it with your eyes."
Professor Flitwick said that he was not blind, and he could see the complicated expression on Albus Dumbledore's face, as well as his tear-filled eyes.
……
Compared with Professor Flitwick's test questions, Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration test questions are much simpler, even though Transfiguration is the most difficult test item for students every year. However, this does not include young wizards who have high-level transformation abilities and the extraordinary characteristic [Shaping of All Things].
before the exam begins.
Professor McGonagall first put a wave of pressure on Ian.
"Mr. Prince, I hope you can grow up next year and stop doing things that embarrass us professors." The serious vice-principal is the professor that every little wizard fears most.
Ian is no exception.
He immediately showed his craftsmanship.
"I'm sorry for causing everyone a lot of trouble. I will strictly demand and restrain my behavior next year." Ian thought that next year there should be no noseless people coming out to cause trouble.
His assurance was resounding and full of confidence, making Professor McGonagall's expression relax a little.
"Very good, remember, fairness is the most important thing!" When she said this, Professor McGonagall deliberately increased her voice. She was really helpless about the score of the college this year.
"Okay, Professor."
Ian didn't care what Professor McGonagall was reprimanding, he always showed his craftsmanship by remaining unchanged and adapting to changes. His back had never been able to straighten up since he entered this examination room.
"Start the exam now."
Professor McGonagall did not continue to embarrass the little wizard, but looked at a button on his desk, "For other students, their test question is to turn this button into a mouse. Of course, this is already Thanks to your efforts, the overall strength of the first-year students has increased compared with previous years.”
"As for you, I naturally have different requirements. Your test questions need to be a little more special than other little wizards. After all, we all know how special you... are."
Professor McGonagall tapped the table with her finger.
"What do I need to change it into?"
Ian blinked in acceptance.
After a moment of silence, Professor McGonagall spoke softly with a slightly swaying look, "A flying broomstick. Remember, what I want is a flying broomstick, not a broomstick."
This is obviously a very targeted proposition for her.
The questions for Ian were not exam questions.
It is a challenge to Gamp's basic law of deformation. Obviously, as a Transfiguration professor who is sometimes disturbed by little wizards in the middle of the night after work, Professor McGonagall has long been aware of Ian's Transfiguration level and some weird things. Now she just wants to verify herself. Inner speculation.
It's quite different from Professor Flitwick's mentality.
"Okay, Professor."
Ian finally waited for this opportunity to appear in front of the cat. Even though he cast his transformation spell, he had no intention of covering up his uniqueness.
I saw.
As Ian blurted out the most basic and simple transformation spell without any special direction, an invisible force emerged from the wand and spread quietly.
Buttons began to change.
The originally smooth surface began to ripple, like ripples on water, and then these ripples converged into thin streams that spread along the edge of the button. The color of the button changed from silver to fiery gold, and it shone brightly, as if there was a flame burning inside, but no heat was leaking out.
As the spell continued, the button's shape began to change dramatically. It is no longer a round shape, but gradually elongated and twisted, as if there are countless small hands pulling and reshaping its structure inside. The texture of buttons is also undergoing earth-shaking changes, gradually transforming from a hard material to a flexible and elastic material.
"Sure enough."
Professor McGonagall watched Ian complete the test questions with complicated eyes.
In the golden light, the outline of the broom began to appear faintly, first the slender handle, then the broad broom head, and every "hair" was clearly visible.
Sparkling with the unique aura of magic.
It just floated in mid-air quietly. The originally inconspicuous button has now turned into an exquisite flying broomstick, inlaid with tiny, shining magic runes. The hair on the tail of the broom is soft and shiny, as if it can carry its owner at any time. Soar into the sky.
"You have a great talent, Mr. Prince. It will take you in the direction that all our transfiguration researchers dream of, making you an unreplicable master of transfiguration."
"In the history of transfiguration, you are destined to leave a mark."
Professor McGonagall gently stroked every inch of the broom, feeling the magical power contained in it. She expressed her expectations and evaluation of Ian's future from the bottom of her heart.
"I can't think of any flaws in such magic." Professor McGonagall also gave Ian a big O, and then handed over a somewhat yellowed notebook.
"I'm really curious about what your Animagus form will be like now. These are the notes I compiled and revised recently. I hope you can take some time to study related things during the holiday."
Normally, Professor McGonagall would not prescribe anything to the little wizards, but she obviously felt that she had encountered an unusual situation, and teaching students in accordance with their aptitude was how it should be under the teaching model of Hogwarts.
"Merlin! Is this your note?"
Ian took the note with great surprise.
"I will guide you in the research and practice of Animagus transformation in your next semester. I hope you will not start trying it during the holidays because of your recklessness."
Professor McGonagall's eyes were filled with a look of cherishing talent, and she warned Ian solemnly. It was obvious that he did not want Ian to leave a lifetime of regrets due to some impulsive behavior.
"Thank you for your generosity! Don't worry, professor, I will definitely learn this dangerous magic from you when I come back next semester." Ian is also a person who cherishes his life. There are a lot of other magics he can learn, so of course he won't have any irresistible urge to take risks and learn Animagus.
"It would be best if you can really keep it in mind."
Professor McGonagall waved her hand.
Ian resigned.
The next little wizard began his normal first-grade assessment. The little wizards walked out of the examination room one after another with depressed expressions, which fully demonstrated that the transformation technique was indeed not easy for them.
Ian didn't stay too long.
He also had his good uncle Professor Snape's potions practical exam to take.
to be honest.
Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick both rated Ian's exam performance poorly, and the good uncle Snape actually did the same, but they expressed the same mood in different ways.
"It's really evil!"
Seeing the super-quality potion refined by Ian with the help of [Extreme Fusion], Snape had an incredulous expression on his face, and he also expressed his praise for Ian in his own way.
"There's something wrong with your hands!"
Snape checked Ian's hand several times, but found nothing fishy, but he clearly watched Ian brew an unusual potion out of materials that were impossible to brew such a high-quality potion. Possible possible. Staring at Ian, he never expected that Ian would look blank.
"Isn't that how potions are made?"
A very disgusting expression.
And it’s the kind of self-conscious performance. If there weren't many students waiting for exams behind him, Snape would have spent the whole day talking to Ian about anything.
"Get out of my sight! You dishonest brat!" Snape also gave Ian an O, but he still roared loudly at the same time.
Ian was freed.
But the students who entered the examination room behind Ian were the ones who suffered.
"With these materials, that bastard brat could survive just now. Why can't you survive? Don't you sneak out of our Slytherin house every night and go to the bastard brat's ridiculous after-school cram school to secretly study? ? Does he discriminate against you because you are not a Ravenclaw student and have not given you potions lessons? ”
One thing to say.
Talking about anger.
Snape really is the best at Hogwarts.
……
Several exams in a row again.
When Ian came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical examination room, he became anxious again. He still remembered Grindelwald saying that he would give himself an unforgettable examination.
Ian was not worried about any of the courses this year, but the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had him worried for a long time. God knew there was no limit to what the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would do to make him vomit.
"Professor, why are you outside?"
As soon as I arrived in front of the examination room.
Ian saw Professor "Lockhart" with a dark and sullen face, squatting at the entrance of the examination room and cursing. His questioning when he stepped forward was like igniting some kind of powder keg.
"You kid can escape this year, but you can't escape next year. Sooner or later you have to take the test for me, otherwise my preparations will be in vain!" After saying this viciously, Grindelwald left angrily.
Ian, who was a little confused, looked at the door of the examination room.
soon.
The little wizard who had taken the previous exam walked out happily. When the Sorting Hat called Ian's name and he stepped into it, he realized why Grindelwald looked like he was being insulted.
"Headmaster Dumbledore."
Ian saw the people sitting in the examination room.
That was Albus Dumbledore wearing a pure white robe.
"Good afternoon, Ian."
Albus Dumbledore sat behind a long oak table carved by time. His figure seemed to blend into this room full of history. Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the stained glass window and shines on his long silver-white hair and long beard, giving this legendary wizard a soft and sacred glow.
"Is this you now?"
Ian asked tentatively.
Ever since Albus Dumbledore began to delve into time travel, he has always been confused about this, so he will persevere in trying to figure out which time Albus Dumbledore he is facing.
"Actually, you just need to know that everyone you meet is me and can be trusted, and you won't have so many confusions." Albus Dumbledore chuckled and persuaded, and then gave a rare reply. Wizard's question, "Today, what you met can indeed be regarded as me at the right time."
Albus Dumbledore's eyes were deep and warm, like two bottomless pools of water. They were full of the light of wisdom, but also had some profound meaning that Ian couldn't understand.
"You can't tell the difference anymore, can't you tell the difference at all?" Ian came forward with some worry and tried to waver in front of Albus Dumbledore's eyes for a few times.
This behavior made Albus Dumbledore quite helpless.
"Of course I am not unconscious. In fact, I am more awake than ever before. Don't worry, I will not get lost in the exploration of time." Albus Dumbledore folded his hands gently and placed them on the table. There was an occasional slight friction sound between the fingers, and the tone also had a somewhat brisk tone.
"What exactly are you studying?"
Ian took a deep look at the old principal in front of him.
"To understand the past clearly, you need to understand the future. Obviously, I am studying the past, present, and future." Albus Dumbledore seemed to mean something.
"Can a time turner reach the future?"
Ian was a little surprised.
That expression seemed to touch upon a blind spot of knowledge.
"It's just unclear that I need to study it. I will share it with you when I have the results." Albus Dumbledore smiled kindly, before Ian could continue to ask.
He interrupted Ian's curiosity.
"I think what you need to ask here today is not about me." With that, Albus Dumbledore opened the drawer in the middle of the long table.
"I just wanted to ask what was going on. I saw our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher walking away cursing. You don't know how unpleasant he was scolding you."
It's hard to tell whether Ian's words were embellished or not.
"Don't worry about him. The test items he prepared are too dangerous for you and other students. I'm worried that they will leave a heavy psychological shadow on you."
"So he is temporarily deprived of his assessment rights as a professor." Albus Dumbledore didn't have any emotional fluctuations. He took out a test paper from the drawer and handed it to Ian.
“Isn’t the theory test taken in the morning?”
Ian was quite confused.
He took the test paper handed over by Albus Dumbledore. He was confused when he didn't see the contents of the test paper, and became even more confused after seeing the contents of the test paper.
Not only do the above contents have nothing to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts, they are even some seemingly simple questions. Could it be that Albus Dumbledore is using a backdoor to get good grades for himself?
It's not necessary!
It’s not like I can’t rely on my own abilities! Although he was thinking this, Ian subconsciously took the quill handed over by Albus Dumbledore and started answering the questions.
"This is your final Defense Against the Dark Arts exam."
Albus Dumbledore watched Ian answer the question with a smile.
"But none of these questions involve Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Ian looked up at the old principal with increasing confusion. He had already answered a series of inexplicable and confusing multiple-choice questions.
"Believe me, compared to other testing methods, this is the best test to test your defense against dark arts." Albus Dumbledore saw that Ian was unmoved.
After a moment of silence, he could only confess helplessly.
"It's a psychological test form."
One thing to say.
Ian had actually predicted it a long time ago.
Now Albus Dumbledore's answer directly confirms this answer.
"Hiss~ This is also considered the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam!?"
Ian's face was full of questions, but he continued to answer the questions. He is a young wizard with comprehensive moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and physical development. Of course, he is not afraid of any psychological test forms.
Proficient in psychology?
Gold content?
Understand?
"We all know that the use of black magic will have a subtle, but subtle and irreversible impact on the wizard's psychology. This erosion is secretive and difficult for anyone to detect."
"So in fact, many wizards who study black magic regularly use different methods to test their own psychological conditions." Albus Dumbledore explained patiently.
"That's why I asked you to conduct this psychological test." Albus Dumbledore's eyes fell on the form that Ian was filling out.
"If you experience releasing black magic hundreds of times a day and still keep your psychological condition at an appropriate level, you already have the best defense against black magic."
How to say it.
I can only say that the old principal really deserves to be an old principal. Ian always felt that his argument was a bit strange, but he couldn't think of a way to refute it.
"You mean I can use black magic to fight black magic?"
Ian scratched his head while doing the questions.
"As a principal, I would not teach a little wizard like this."
Albus Dumbledore blinked.
"I would only tell him that magic fights magic."
His voice sounded teasing.
(End of chapter)