Today is the last day. The exam is no longer in the morning, but in the afternoon.
After this exam is completed, everyone will be liberated.
Exam results will be delivered to each candidate via owl in July.
John walked into the examination room, still in the same position, staring at the back of Goyle's head.
Marchban turned the hourglass over, which meant the beginning of the exam.
Turning the paper over, the tip of the pen rustled on the parchment.
Everyone wants to finish the exam as soon as possible so that they can have a good sleep.
The sultry summer heat combined with the dizzying question caused sweat to drip from the tip of a student's nose.
He hurriedly wiped away the sweat.
John took his time answering the questions.
He glanced around with nostalgia, and he could see Goyle scratching his head, unable to think of an answer.
Malfoy ran his hands through his hair, as if the answer might fall from it.
Hermione carefully used a ruler to measure the gaps between words and the spacing between lines.
Harry seemed to be in a daze, maybe because the bumblebee outside kept banging his head against the glass and making noises disturbed him.
Ron was different. He had a calmness that didn't care that the correct answer would depend on fate.
John didn't know how he could see that confident, lucky, and guilty expression on Ron.
Daphne dipped the quill John gave her in ink and wrote the answer on the parchment intently.
As academics, Hermione and Daphne only had to stop and think once in a while.
But the others racked their brains and couldn't think of one, and finally decided to use Meng.
John looked at all the various forms of living things.
He started writing.
He writes more slowly, and after a few lines he makes a coughing sound.
The sound was not loud, but it caused echoes in the quiet auditorium.
Marchban turned her attention to John, and she marveled at the child more than once during the proctoring session.
"Maybe a little flu."
Even though it wasn't flu season, Marchban wouldn't think too much.
John's cough didn't affect anyone else, so she ignored it.
Time passed minute by minute, and after an hour, John stopped writing.
His eyes scanned the questions and answers.
Did wand legislation contribute to or lead to better control of the goblin rebellions of the eighteenth century?
How was the Statute of Secrecy violated in 1749, and what measures were taken to prevent similar incidents from happening again?
Please state...
He looked at the answers to these questions like a piece of art.
It was written elegantly on parchment with round characters. After the ink dried, the unique beauty felt like a poem written by a poet, rather than a test paper.
Placing the pen next to the parchment, he began to think.
The rustling sound of writing actually helps you sleep.
For some people who are not strong-willed, it is very frustrating.
John closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then slowly raised his hand.
At that moment, the eyes of all the examiners on the field shifted.
The one closest to him was Professor Tofty. He turned his gaze and asked in an angry voice, "Wick, what's wrong?"
Tofty's voice stopped the answering questions, and the students looked up at John.
John answered honestly: "I feel a little uncomfortable."
"If it's just a little bit, you'd better endure it," Tofty suggested. "This exam is almost over."
He thought John would sit down obediently, but John didn't mean that.
"I think I need to go to the campus hospital, Professor."
John's answer disappointed Tofty. He felt that the student didn't even have this patience.
Even if John showed a talent that amazed him in the exam, Tofty's face darkened at this moment.
"Okay, okay, I hope you are feeling unwell and not trying to find the hidden history of magic in the school hospital. Some students once used this trick." Tofty said angrily.
John looked at him with a smile on his face and chuckled: "You can rest assured about this."
Tofty was about to come over and take away the parchment. His steps were heavy, but he stopped in an instant.
There was horror on that angry face.
"I think the professor may have to send him there." Black blood veins crawled up John's face, and black blood oozed from his eyes.
It's like a scene from a horror movie.
He smiled and said, "If you hurry up."
Black blood spat out of his mouth, without any red at all.
"Take him to the school hospital quickly!"
Tofody screamed in terror, "Hold on, kid."
The ink on Daphne's pen tip fell on the parchment, and she made no move to react.
Malfoy stared blankly over there, his mind seemed to have shut down.
The auditorium was deathly quiet, with only the footsteps of Tofty and several examiners running out in panic.
"Sit down and continue the exam!" After all, March's class had rich experience, so she asked other students to continue the exam.
But after this moment, most of them were absent-minded.
Daphne tried several times to pick up the fallen quill, but she failed several times.
A feeling of panic took over her whole body.
There was a sound of the table falling, it was Malfoy.
He didn't even care about the exam and ran out after those people.
Not only him, almost all the Slytherin students got up.
"sit down!"
Daphne knew that it was time for her to keep her promise.
With a loud shout, the Slytherin students stopped.
Daphne forced herself to calm down, "Continue with the exam. John will be fine. This little thing is nothing to him."
All the deeds of John flashed through the minds of the Slytherin students, and they sat down.
Only Malfoy couldn't listen to others.
Marchban waved his magic wand and collected the two test papers.
When she saw John's picture, she couldn't help but sigh that it looked like a piece of art.
Malfoy's was only half written. 33
...
Harry's mind was very confused. He was originally thinking about the answer to question ten.
He recalled that the first federation meeting was held in France.
Just as he was thinking of this, he heard John's application to go to the school hospital.
After that, the face covered with black veins and the black blood made it impossible for him to calm down.
He wanted to say, that was John Wick, how could something happen?
But, that scene kept replaying in my mind like a movie.
Even for an ordinary student, even if something happened to Malfoy, it would make people think about it constantly.
Harry forced his mind to concentrate on answering the question, and the rustling sounded in the auditorium again.
The hourglass continued to trickle down, and Harry counted it.
Gradually, the hourglass changes.
The falling fools paved a dark, cool corridor.
It's the Department of Mysteries!
Harry found himself walking inside, his steps firm and decisive.
He seems to be in a good mood and occasionally takes a few steps.
The black door opened as it had done several times before, and he stood in a circular room with many doors.
Walking straight across the stone floor without hesitation.
He went through the second door.
Patches of light, just like the reflection of the Pensieve in Snape's office.
There was a strange beeping sound, but he didn't pay attention.
Time must be seized.
Go through the third door and go through.
The room full of shelves and balls looked like a cathedral just like the last time I entered it.
He walked among the shelves until he reached the ninety-seventh row of shelves.
Turn left.
He continued deeper.
There was something squirming like an animal at the end of the aisle.
The dark room makes it difficult to see what things are.
As the protagonist of the dream, Harry made a cold, high-pitched voice.
He couldn't believe that this was coming from him, without any human kindness.
"Get it for me, quickly!"
"Take it off, I can't touch it, you can touch it."
He ordered the dark guy on the floor, and when he saw no movement, he cruelly took out his wand.
That pale, slender hand held the wand and recited the painful spell without mercy.
"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"
The guy screamed in pain and twisted and fell.
"Lord Voldemort is waiting."
The man on the floor had his shoulders shaking and looked in great pain.
When he raised his head, he revealed a face that Harry knew all too well.
Sirius.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
