Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

OWLs arrived with anxious anticipation. Everyone looked like they had had a good night's sleep.

Helles had gone to bed early last night and had no inclination to talk to them. When you walked up to her and asked her, you could only get a plain and polite smile. Even Fred and George were not willing to trouble her at this time.

Mr. Bain's comforting embrace filled her brain with sleep almost instantly. She couldn't remember how she floated back to the castle last night, or maybe she didn't use her own legs at all?

She couldn't remember it anymore, so who might have cast the Imperius Curse?

Breakfast was as sumptuous as ever, but the Slytherins did not choose their favorite food as usual. Emilia even pushed aside the crème brûlée and replaced the milk with coffee.

"Would this make you more nervous?" Cloney persuaded, "Coffee has the effect of refreshing you and increasing your concentration, but you don't usually eat it. It would be bad if you overdose."

The overly nervous Emilia looked even worse than Miss Albert yesterday. She even began to try to use fine magic control to make the cup pour the drink into her mouth along a certain trajectory.

To be honest, it looked more like a joke than preparation for a spell.

Helles reached out decisively, and before the others' attention had shifted to her, he cut off the cup of coffee mixed with milk, and then followed Emilia's movements to let them flow steadily to them. Plan to go somewhere.

"How are you?" Crowney was pleased with their interaction.

Helles shrugged, took a deep breath, and his tone finally changed from yesterday's dullness to lightness: "After all, we have to take the exam today!"

Breakfast ended in chaos. When students from other grades slowly retreated from the auditorium, the food on the table became less and less as time went by, and finally disappeared with a sudden bang. Erwin only had time to send an encouraging word. His eyes were distracted by the huge crowd.

The fifth and seventh grade students were wandering around in the hall. The armors had never seen so many people in the same place at the same time, and there was less brainwashing humming.

Crowney had expected silence, as everyone was nervous. But while waiting, the corridor continued to emit a loud buzzing sound like a swarm, which sounded like thousands of bees flapping their wings at the same time.

Students from each house were scattered around the hall in an orderly and chaotic manner. Even so, Clooney could still hear small noises bursting out from the direction of Gryffindor. Occasionally, he could hear Fred. and George's soaring voice.

Clooney decided to go through the magic formula quickly again, hoping that there would be no mental blanks caused by being too nervous.

Time passes faster than expected.

At half past nine, the students were grouped into the teaching hall one class at a time. The four academic tables originally placed in the hall have been taken away and replaced by many single tables, all facing the seats of the faculty and staff.

On the table lay extra quills, ink screens, and rolls of quill paper.

It was no different from the usual exams, except that there were more invigilators. As soon as Clooney's butt touched the small wooden stool, his eyes were already glued to the parchment.

Of course, it was in her own position.

[1. Is there any magic spell that can reduce the damage of fire? QA: Give the name of the spell; QB: Please describe the wand action of the spell. 】

Of course it's the "Freezing Fire Curse".

A huge surprise swept Clooney. The difficulty of the paper was as easy as imagined. To her, it was a bit like asking a student who had already learned calculus to solve addition and subtraction within ten.

【1) Please briefly describe the manifestation of the magic spell "Flying Curse". 2) Is there a counter-curse to the "Flying Curse"? If yes, please list the name of the spell and the method of casting it; if not, please list spells with similar effects. 】

This is a bit unusual.

The counter-spell of the Flying Curse is the "Intercepting Curse".

She felt that she had plenty of time. There were no difficult questions, only descriptions in words. She even had time to care about whether her English calligraphy was in a pleasing state.

The proud little snake swung its tail involuntarily, and she felt elated after winning the first battle - this was so natural in normal times.

"Isn't the anti-curse of the Flying Curse the repelling curse?" Emilia shook Helles's shoulders frantically, "One comes in and one goes out. As long as the strength is controlled, wouldn't the effect be different?!"

"The effect is indeed relative..." Helles patted the brown-haired girl on the shoulder, "But the counter-spell means 'stop' rather than 'reverse effect'. Is that how it should be understood?"

"Although the expressions are very similar..."

"Isn't this question too biased?" Emilia looked very dissatisfied with the person who asked the question. "This question has failed at least 80% of the people, I'm sure."

"Just like the counter-spell of fluorescent light is 'NOX', doesn't the effect just go out?"

"Oh, imagine that the counter-spell is preceded by not instead of anti, so it's easier to understand." Clooney also patted Emilia's head, "The extinguishing curse actually means 'no light', which means it prevents the light from shining. Well."

"It's really more ambiguous," Amelia said.

"There's also directness and indirection, right?" Clooney said, "The specificity is different. Will the repelling spell block the incoming curse? If the repelling spell is not strong enough, the object will still move forward. Flying."

"That's true." Amelia said, "I didn't think much about it at the time..."

"Mainly because of the 'Intercepting Spell', we have almost no contact..." Clooney yawned. In class, the professor likes to let them practice spells that require higher accuracy in casting spells, such as controlling the range of feathers flying. , the distance at which the object stops, etc. On the contrary, spells that are not very demanding in casting usually only need to be practiced a few times before they are over.

There is always no focus during exams. Maybe this question is a "hard problem" in this exam.

Students always love answering questions after an exam, even after such a momentous exam.

There was nothing that couldn't be discussed between them.

Apparently facing the exams made the students feel more relaxed among themselves, and the canteen at noon regained its usual noisy atmosphere. Of course, it has something to do with the fact that the afternoon class is a practical class.

The optimistic Emilia even changed her usual drink to grape juice: "Maybe it turned into wine?"

Minors are not allowed to drink, even wizards.

But after Clooney took a sip of the grape juice that tasted extremely sweet but sour, he didn't dare to touch it again.

Poor Emilia made it clear that grapes are not a product available in every season. It was not until the next day that the kitchen urgently removed the grape juice: the grapes harvested last autumn were not suitable for long-term storage. These hard-working people The elves cleverly sealed them in wine barrels, but for some unknown reason, the grape juice still fermented.

The afternoon practical class was the same as their usual practice. It seems that this year's examiners have a special preference for flying spells. In addition to casting a spell on an ordinary snuff bottle to make it slide forward in a weird shape, they also Have students pull the distant practice ball to a designated location.

In this exam, there was a question that surprised Clowney: they were actually asked to cast a mixed spell - that is, waving the wand at once to achieve two or more effects with one spell.

It's not difficult, but usually no one pays attention to it, after all, not everyone wants to enter the Institute of Charms.

The Gryffindor boy on the side scratched his head and scratched his head. When faced with a similar question, you could see huge beads of sweat forming under his nose.

He obviously didn't want to lose to a Slytherin at this time, even if that person was Albert.

Clooney knocked on the battle-hardened snuff bottle in front of him, and it bounced violently, jumping and starting to hum an unpleasant song.

Of course, metal can't make a nice sound. If you say it's singing, it looks more like screaming.

A smile appeared on the harsh-looking face of the female examiner in front of her. Her name was marked on her chest and on the table: Grisoda Marchbank.

She had never seen such a crisp and clean spell cast before. Marchbank almost didn't see clearly how the wand in the girl's hand was waving - it didn't even follow a certain trajectory, it just flicked...

The old professor began to wonder if his eyes, like her ears, had begun to age to the point of being useless.

"That's it." The old examiner felt that his deafness would be made even more inaudible by the sizzling noise of the metal, "You did a great job."

"Thank you, Professor." Clooney's wand barely moved, and with a symbolic click, the snuff bottle retracted its feet and fell to the ground.