I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

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The first exam, Theory of Spells, is scheduled for Monday morning.

Sean heard Professor Flitwick happily and helplessly telling others in the faculty lounge that he had never seen the students be so enthusiastic - his break time had almost been completely taken up, but the responsible man The professor didn’t have any complaints.

Compared with professors who go through exams every year, students are naturally not so relaxed.

On Sunday, Daisy helped Hermione ask questions (this was already the twentieth time). Whenever Daisy asked a question, Hermione would subconsciously give the answer immediately, and then take Daisy away anxiously. Hold the book in your hand to check whether you have answered correctly.

The poor little white flower was almost driven crazy by the torture. After she was hit on the head by the corner of the book "Charmed Achievements", she said with tears in her eyes: "Hermione, you don't have to be right in every word to give the correct answer."

Hermione, who was almost stunned, was checking every word. She didn't even raise her head: "No, Daisy! You don't understand! The people who correct the test papers will stare at your trivial mistakes, and then try their best to correct them." All your points will be deducted.”

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

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

Next to them, Ron blocked his ears with his fingers, his lips moving silently, and he was making up for two years of Charms notes - this was the simplified version that Sean had given him, if Hermione had taken it herself With those notes, Ron should be close to going crazy now.

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

Terry's eyes were as wide as a copper bell, and he kept repeating the action of casting a magic spell, mumbling something in his mouth - beside him, Padma's eyes were dull and only her lips were moving, even her long, slightly curly hair. Terry accidentally set the fire on fire without noticing it, but her sister Parvati screamed and put it out for her.

Even Malfoy was nervously reciting the knowledge points he once didn't care about in the Charms class. He was lying on Pansy Parkinson's lap, and his mind was filled with the last syllable of the curse.

Mr. Lucius Malfoy has been pretending to be dead for a long time, which makes Malfoy less confident about his future. Otherwise, he would have to brag about the proctor who he has known for many years.

His silly followers, Goyle and Crabbe, also memorized books miserably, but from time to time they would take out some cakes or biscuits from their pockets and quickly stuff them into their mouths.

They didn't have much worry about the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination, but Malfoy's tough request made them unable to refuse.

On the other hand, Sean became the most relaxed person. He was not as worried as Hermione, and he was confident that he could pass the exam perfectly - but this also had its disadvantages. Ernie Macmillan seemed to be in desperate need of finding someone to ease his anxious mood. The laid-back Sean became his target.

"Hey, man, can you believe it? I reviewed for twelve hours and seventeen minutes yesterday. Oh, no, I took advantage of the break in dressing in the dormitory to read for two more minutes..."

Ernie was chattering away, making Sean's head hurt.

From review time to exam content to all kinds of weird things, Ernie's methods of relieving anxiety make Sean miserable.

"Hey, man, I'm a little worried. I think the refreshing drink I bought from Diagon Alley last time was not very effective. Do you think refreshing drinks will help with the exam? And refreshing drinks should not be counted as cheating. Hit it?"

Sean said helplessly: "It's okay to refresh your mind, but you can't use magic potions - Ernie, I think what you need most now is to calm down."

Ernie was still biting his fingernails, his face full of anxiety: "Can't potions work? But Professor McGonagall didn't explain... Oh my god, it would be great if I could take a sip of the Elixir of Fortune."

"The elixir brings good luck, but there are no multiple-choice questions in the magic theory test, buddy..." Sean put his face on the table.

"No, no, Sean, you don't understand!" Ernie's eyes widened. He looked around and then came closer and whispered, "The Elixir is not just a good luck potion, its effect is better than you think. Even more magical.”

"Huh?" Sean became interested. Ernie seemed to know some secrets about the elixir. He came from an ancient pure-blood family and indeed had information that ordinary wizards didn't know.

Ernie lowered his voice: "Hey, even if we go back nine generations, my bloodline is the purest. I have heard a lot of news from my grandfather - the blessing elixir can not only bring good things, In addition to luck, it can also make your thinking clearer. In addition, I heard..."

He had an uncertain expression when he said this, "My grandfather heard about it from his grandfather. Do you know about the Black family? There are members of their family who married into our family, and they are also distant relatives of mine." .”

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

"That's the old lady. She drank the Elixir several times. Anyway, when she died, my grandfather's grandfather was beside her - the old lady said that the Elixir will guide the person who takes it, not only Choice, it will guide the user to do the most correct thing, and whatever 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: "The Elixir of Fortune is so magical. The old lady even said that it felt like her future self gave her present self the best help!"

This statement is interesting... Sean thought thoughtfully.

"However, I heard from my grandfather that his grandfather said that the old lady also told them not to take the elixir continuously within two years, otherwise something terrible will happen - but there is no such thing in the potion textbook. You told me, right?"

This is also consistent with my guess. Continuous use will lead to accidents.

Ernie fell slumped on the chair: "Oh, it's useless to talk about this. I don't have anywhere to find the elixir. Oh my god, the exam is tomorrow..."

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

He's a little bit ready to make a move now.

During dinner in the evening, the atmosphere was particularly depressing. The long table was filled with the voices of students reciting in low voices. No one had time to talk. However, perhaps because of the extra hard work in the last few days, everyone ate particularly deliciously.

Of course, Hermione is still excepted.

She kept putting down her knife and fork, getting under the table to get her schoolbag, and pulling 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, which will make it bad for the exam the next day."

Hermione raised the tableware and prepared to eat something, but suddenly her fork slipped from her weak fingers and fell onto the plate with a clang.

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

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

"It looks like that's it -" Sean chewed a piece of steak, "Professor Dumbledore also showed up, and he will not come back except for me."

"Don't talk nonsense, this is a very important exam. He is the principal of Hogwarts - and I think Professor Dumbledore also wants to see who the examiner is when he comes back, in case the guys from the Ministry of Magic don't want to let him How are we doing?"

Sean didn't think so. The reason why the Ministry of Magic could still maintain a superficial relationship with Hogwarts was because Dumbledore must have dealt with it. There should be no problem with the group of examiners.

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

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

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

"It was a pleasant journey, it was a pleasant journey. We have been here many times before!" A stern-looking old lady said calmly, "Albus, I thought you weren't at Hogwarts, oh, God, I still remember when you took the exam.

The oldest and baldest gentleman next to him took over the conversation: "That's right, I personally tested your transfiguration and conjuration skills at that time... The tricks you made with your wand were something I'd never seen before."

Dumbledore replied warmly: "This is really my honor, and I believe that our students will not let you down this time - I will take you to the staff lounge. You have worked hard all the way, and I must miss you so much." Have a cup of tea."

As he passed by, Sean saw Dumbledore smiling encouragingly at him.

The two of us haven't seen each other since our last conversation - does he think my current actions are correct? Well, then Dumbledore must be trapped by something...

Sean thought silently as he walked up the marble stairs.

This evening was very uncomfortable. Everyone wanted to seize the last moment to review, but no one seemed to make much progress.

Sean went to bed early, but his roommates were all reciting spell textbooks in low voices, which made it difficult for him to sleep.

It took a long time for Sean to fall asleep in a daze.

Another very long and very familiar dream...

Sean frowned as he got up.

He had that dream again. He could feel the warm liquid on the corner of his mouth, and he could feel the increasingly faint breath of the creatures around him...

In the dream, only the moon is clear. When I raised my head in the dream, I saw a huge black shadow of Mohu passing by in the sky, and above it was a clear, bright, soft full moon.

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

He once drew a crystal ball that interpreted dreams, but the crystal ball did not give any enlightenment, and it was obviously unrealistic to expect Professor Trelawney to be in a normal state.

In these dreams, the moon appeared every time, and Sean always had a feeling that he seemed to be getting closer and closer to the moon.

Some kind of sign? Arrogance about to awaken? Or is this some kind of reflection of my heart? But why is it at this time...

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

The auditorium in the morning was still filled with a tense atmosphere. After breakfast, other students went to class, and fifth and seventh grade students were wandering 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 desks, all facing the staff table at the end of the auditorium. Professor McGonagall Stand in front facing them.

After everyone sat down and quieted down, Professor McGonagall said: "We can begin." She turned over a huge hourglass on the table next to her. There were also spare quills, ink bottles and rolls of sheepskin on the table. Paper.

1) Write a spell that makes objects fly; 2) Describe the action of waving a wand.

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

"Well, it's not too bad, is it?" Hermione asked worriedly in the hall two hours later, still holding the scratch paper in her hand, "I dare not say that I have passed the test on the Happy Charm. It just ran out of time. Have you written out the hiccup-breaking spell? I don’t know whether I should write it or not. I seem to have written too much - and the twenty-third question -"

Daisy, who rushed over after class, hugged Hermione from behind, then gently covered her mouth with her hand, and said with a smile: "Just take the exam once, and it will be worse if you do it again."

Hermione calmed down a little.

After lunch, they lined up into the small room next to the auditorium and waited to be called to take the practical exam.

A small group of students were called away in alphabetical order. The remaining students muttered spells, practiced wand movements, and occasionally accidentally poked someone in the back or eyes.

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 exhausted.

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

Arriving at the door, the headmaster of Ravenclaw smiled with satisfaction at Sean. He was not worried at all.

"Professor Tofty, if you have time, go ahead, Mr. Wallop."

Sean walked towards a small table in the far corner. Sitting behind him was an old wizard with a shaved head, the same one who had praised Dumbledore last night.

ten minutes later--

Professor Tofty was much more energetic than he appeared, and he banged the table hard.

"Wonderful spell! Well done, Mr. Wallop! Well done!"