I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 440 Where is the freedom of answering questions? What about my freedom to answer questions?

Professor Marchbaan looked at the little wizards gathered in the courtyard, and she waved to them.

The little wizards waved in response.

She probably really likes children.

Always have a smile on your face.

"I remember the test scores of the little wizards last year. Compared with the year before, they were surprisingly good." Professor Marchbaby turned to look at Professor Dumbledore again, "I still remember the little wizard named Percy Weasley. , I excelled in twelve subjects of the OWL exam, and excelled in nine subjects of the NEWT exam. It’s incredible.

This is all your fault - Albus - the officials in the Ministry of Magic just can't see it - those parents too - I admit that geniuses like Percy are rare, but last year's graduates, NEWT Almost everyone got almost excellent results - this cannot be explained by individual talent.

Parents all think that their children are some kind of genius, as if they can easily learn magic spells that they have never heard of!

This is all your fault! "Professor Marchban said again.

"Actually, that's not all my credit." Dumbledore said with a smile, "In fact, I have almost no credit at all in this regard."

"You are always so humble." Professor Marchban said loudly: "Actually, I understand what you mean. If anyone really has any merit, it is this chaotic world - everyone wants to save their lives, and they learn magic at a natural speed. Soon.

You don’t even know, Old Master—yes, the former wand tester who is almost two hundred years old. He suddenly found me some time ago and hoped that I could teach him the Patronus Charm—oh! Merlin - what can I say - with a body like his, a half-penetrated person, who would be able to look at it? [The Pretender] is not a fool either. "

"Haha." Dumbledore smiled. The old Master was Professor March's peer. They had been in love with each other for more than a hundred years, and they always slandered each other.

"Gsilda, would you like to have some tea in my office?"

"Oh, come on," said Professor Marchban. "Recently, the Patronus Charm has suddenly become a popular spell. The Dementors have been captured, and Boggart has become a substitute. Many wizards have begun to sell these dark creatures. One of them cost dozens of Galleons. It's really It’s unimaginable.”

They walked up the marble staircase, watched in awe by the students.

"She looks amazing, doesn't she?" Hermione walked over at some point.

"It's okay - click." Owen took a bite of the apple and said, "But it must be true that she is well-informed. She has lived for almost two hundred years, and she should be proficient in basically all the spells in the textbooks."

"Yes! She was even responsible for Dumbledore's exam back then." Hermione said, "I must have seen all kinds of magic. I hope the exam content will not be too difficult."

"Don't worry - the exam content will definitely not include questions like explaining the origin of magic." Owen joked.

The countdown to exam time has begun, and it’s an unsettling night.

Owen himself climbed into bed early - doing the most enjoyable thing of the day, sleeping!

As for the others - they all want to sharpen their skills before the battle.

Now Coyatl became a hot commodity.

After all, she was two years older than them, and she knew and mastered countless spells. She was definitely a master of spells.

There was an endless stream of little wizards asking her questions.

And Koyatel - although she looks a little cold, she will never refuse to answer as long as you ask her.

She just slowly fell into Hufflepuff's arms.

And then time began to pass quickly.

All of a sudden, they stayed up until eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening.

It wasn't until Cedric, as a prefect, rushed them back to bed that the rest room became quiet.

The next day, early in the morning, when Owen opened his eyes, he saw Justin, Ernie and Zacharis silently carrying a copy of "Standard Charms: Intermediate".

It was really strange - in the past five years, he had never seen these three people opening textbooks in the dormitory.

Even if he opened it, it would be a Lockhart-style biographical novel that meant nothing to him.

But it’s really only when you’re in battle that you know how to sharpen your gun.

Ignoring these guys, Owen washed and got dressed alone and left the dormitory.

It's the same scene in the lounge. Hannah was exchanging notes with Susan.

When we came to the auditorium, the scene of studying remained unchanged.

Harry was shaking the table knife carelessly, with a copy of "Transfiguration Today" in hand; Ron buried his face in "History of Magic"; Parvati was practicing spells in a low voice, and the salt shaker on the dining table twitched in front of her. Neville was rubbing his head and holding a copy of "Magical Aquatic Plants of the Mediterranean and Their Characteristics" in his hand. He was always busy dropping his knife and fork and spilling the jam.

Hermione was holding a thick copy of "The Achievements of Charms" and chanting.

"Okay - I feel like I'm out of place bro."

Owen also sat over, eating breakfast and reading the book he took out of his pocket.

Hermione glanced curiously and found that the book was called "The Universe, Quantum and the Human Mind" (published in 1997, one year in advance)

"What are you looking at?" she was confused.

"A popular science work by a Muggle physicist who studies whether consciousness is a quantum superposition state is very enlightening." Owen said lazily, "It made me understand something."

"Huh?" Harry put down the journal and frowned, "You just said a word, what does that mean?"

"It was just an illusion." Owen glanced at Harry and said, "Don't waste energy on this kind of problem that you are destined to not understand. If you want to understand what it means, I suggest you drop out of Hogwarts. Then apply for Oxford or Cambridge.”

"Uh" Hearing this - Harry lowered his eyes angrily, his lips moved unwillingly, and then held up the "Transformation Today" in his hand.

Hermione also fell silent.

Her energy was limited and she didn't have time to figure out what Owen was looking at.

The exam was approaching and she didn't have time to read any popular science works.

Time passes little by little.

As soon as breakfast was over, students from other grades went to class. Colin, Ginny, Luna, other students who were not taking exams, and members of the DA came over to greet them, gave them their final blessings, and left the auditorium.

Then, fifth and seventh grade students were also ejected from the auditorium.

They milled about aimlessly in the foyer.

Around nine o'clock, the doors to the auditorium reopened.

The deans took the list and called the students back into the auditorium one by one.

They will be responsible for checking students to ensure they are not carrying any prohibited items.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand at them and let them in.

Inside the auditorium, four college tables have been moved and replaced with many small single tables, all facing the staff table at the end of the auditorium. The examiners from the Wizarding Examination Administration will guide the students to sit in the designated seats.