John went back on the day of the exam. Basically no one asked where he had been during this time.
In the eyes of the students, if John Wick stayed in one place and was less mysterious, then he wouldn't be John Wick.
The Ministry of Magic came to invigilate the exam, and the old woman who had supervised Dumbledore's exam, Gsilda Marchbain, was also among them.
The exam will last for two weeks, with theory in the morning and practical in the afternoon.
Some special subjects, such as astronomy, will be conducted at night.
The tense atmosphere spread in Hogwarts Castle, and some students were still cramming and memorizing books.
"You look bad, John," Daphne put the milk in front of John.
John picked it up, took a sip, and chuckled: "You know, Daphne."
In a voice only two people could hear, he said, "Mark my words, Daphne."
The worry in Daphne's eyes did not dissipate, Malfoy was talking to himself there, covering his ears with his hands to block the influence of the outside world.
He needed to memorize as much of the long history of magic as possible before the theory class came.
The morning theoretical test was held in the auditorium.
The long table originally placed in the auditorium disappeared and was replaced by individual tables and chairs.
The proctor sat at the faculty desk, where he could clearly see if anyone was cheating.
Both the fifth grade and the seventh grade have to take the exam, and the fifth grade goes in first.
John sat there, with Goyle in front of him and Malfoy on the far right.
"Gower, just play normally." He said to the uneasy Gower.
Only then did Goyle realize that John was behind him.
"But, my brain is not working very well," Goyle said restlessly. "They all say I look like a dwarf troll."
John patted his back and comforted him, "Don't care about other people's opinions. What you have to believe is the knowledge you have learned in your mind. If you encounter a question you don't know, skip it first. Maybe you will know it after a while." ”
Gao Er gradually calmed down after hearing this.
The exam began as Professor McGonagall turned over the hourglass on the table.
John glanced at the exam paper, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink.
The first question is about the levitating spell and the action of waving a wand.
From getting the test paper to starting writing, John almost never paused.
Like a printing press, the answers are written in neat fonts.
Gall in front of him seemed to be in trouble, but then he was pleasantly surprised.
It seems that he listened to John's words and skipped the questions he didn't know first.
The exam lasted two hours, and John only spent half an hour writing it.
He put down the pen and looked blank.
A familiar panel appeared in front of me.
He moved his gaze to the magic line.
Originally, according to the training process, it would take at least more than a year for him to reach level 6 magic power.
The Oak Mage doubles the speed at which he absorbs magic power. It is estimated that it will take some time before reaching level 6.
Professor McGonagall was patrolling the examination room, and among the crowd of people who were busy writing and scratching their heads, John's leisurely and contented attitude stood out.
She couldn't hold back and walked towards John.
Walking to John and stopping next to him, Professor McGonagall moved her eyes to the parchment and couldn't help showing surprise.
Turning to look at John, her gaze also changed. From the corner of her eye, she saw Hermione still writing, and shook her head unbearably.
It was known throughout Hogwarts that Know-It-All Hermione Granger's greatest wish was to surpass John.
But at this moment, Professor McGonagall felt a little desperate for her favorite student.
Facing such a monster, just looking up requires a lot of courage.
Hermione, who was still writing the test paper, suddenly felt a little itchy in her nose. She resisted the urge to rub her nose, feeling as if someone was talking about her.
Looking at the densely packed answers on her test paper, Hermione regained confidence.
Two hours passed quickly.
Malfoy seemed to be floating when he walked out of the Great Hall, still mumbling about when he learned the hiccup curse.
Daphne rubbed her sore wrist and said, "I seem to have missed a letter about the Happy Charm."
After lunch, there is a practical exam in the afternoon.
They were called away in alphabetical order and entered the small room next to the auditorium.
John was almost the last to be called over.
He saw Malfoy coming out confidently. For Malfoy, practice was much simpler than those lengthy recited theories.
When he entered the house, Gsilda Marchbain happened to be free.
So he walked over to the old woman's desk.
Marchban looked at the student who was amazed by her and said with emotion: "The last time we met was at the Ministry of Magic. Hello, John Wick."
"Professor Marchban." John responded with a smile.
There were several kinds of cups, flowers and mice on the old woman's table. She said in an old voice: "Take this egg cup and let it do a few sideways turns for me to see."
John glanced and the cup automatically flew to John's face.
He took out the wand casually, and turned the egg cup sideways amid Marchiban's amazed expression.
"It's perfect." Marchban's old voice shouted loudly.
"Now, please let the cup fly. If you can let the flowers bloom in it, that would be even better."
As soon as Marchban's voice fell, John waved his wand.
Three flowers fell from each of the three egg cups and bloomed inside.
Marchban couldn't help but applaud. She suddenly had an idea and said: "As an extra bonus point, you can make them have more changes."
John raised his eyebrows, and all the mice on the table flew up.
They turn green, blue, red, yellow, the flowers fall into the cup, the leaves stretch like arms, the flowers bloom into different colors.
"Perfect levitation spell, color changing spell, and growth spell."
This time, not only Marchban, but also everyone else applauded.
John bowed slightly, always with a gentle smile on his face.
He snapped his fingers and the mouse changed color back to normal and squeaked back into the cage.
The exam on the second day was mainly about transfiguration.
John still finished the theory test in the morning in half an hour.
In the practical exam, John once again amazed the examiner.
He turned the ferret into a vase, summoned flowers from it, and with a wave of his wand, the vase disappeared.
In this regard, Malfoy is not as arrogant as he was yesterday. His transfiguration has always been a shortcoming.
Daphne came out with a smile on her face and she finished well.
The herbal medicine exam was held on the third day. John is a master of alchemy. If he doesn't know these things, it would be a shame.
While everyone was busy processing, John had already completed changing pots, picking, and extracting.
The examiner was a little numb. This student didn't seem to have any shortcomings.
The fourth day was Defense Against the Dark Arts. In this aspect, Harry was very confident.
Especially after the practical exam came out, he even used the Patronus Charm as a bonus, causing the audience to burst into applause.
When John entered, he looked calm and came to the other examiner.
Professor Tofty had just taken the Harry Potter exam, and after meeting John Wick again, he couldn't help but propose extra points after the previous exam.
John glanced at him, the old man was very interested.
It seems that I want to see who is more powerful, John Wick or Harry Potter.
When the silver albatross appeared, Professor Tofodi could not help but applaud again.
"Awesome!" he exclaimed happily. "You surprised me, Wick."
Seeing how interested he was, John chuckled and said, "Do you need to be more surprised?"
Tofodi was stunned and asked: "Do you have other high-level magic spells?"
John raised his wand, white light condensing on the tip.
He threw it out suddenly, and the white light with shattering properties turned into lightning and traveled quickly.
"Amazing variant of the Crushing Curse!" Tofodi's neck turned red with excitement.
John's wand hit the table, and the crisp sound turned into a waveform and was transmitted, destroying things around him.
"Another variant!" Tofodi had never seen such a crushing curse before.
The shattered things quickly recovered, and John waved his wand quickly towards a table.
The invisible sharp blade cut open the table. Tofodi could no longer describe his excitement. He took a breath and said, "What an advanced cutting spell."
He tried to use magic to repair the table, but found that the cut table could not be repaired.
This made Tofodi's expression completely change, and he asked carefully: "This curse?"
"I made it myself," John said.
Tofodi was amazed. Is this a genius? At an age when others are still learning, he has already created his own magic.
"Excellent, I can guarantee that." Tofodi gave a thumbs up.
John nodded slightly and left the room.
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Some people died, but not completely...
