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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 said that, right?”
This is also consistent with my guess. Continuous use may 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, there is an exam 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 Elixir 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 sounds of students reciting in low voices, and 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 excluded.
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 then 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 auditorium, 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 those examiners.
"Hey, let's go over and 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 oiled paper with skill and skill, then wrapped some food and put it in her 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 how you looked 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 like nothing I've ever seen before."
Dumbledore replied warmly: "This is really an honor for me, 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 the last conversation - he thinks my current action is correct? Well, that means 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 fall asleep.
It took a while for Sean to drift off to sleep.
Another very long and very familiar dream...
When Sean got up, he frowned.
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. In the dream, I raised my head, and there was a huge blurry black shadow passing by in the sky, and above it was the clear, bright, soft full moon.
Sean scratched his messy hair. What does 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 is 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?" Two hours later, Hermione asked worriedly in the hall, 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 curse? 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 again and entered the small room next to the auditorium, waiting to be called to take the practical exam.
A small group of students were called away in alphabetical order. Those who stayed behind muttered spells, practiced wand movements, and occasionally accidentally poked someone in the back or eyes.
Hermione's name was called. She took deep breaths and left the small room with Anthony Goldstein, Gregory Goyle and Daphne Greengrass.
Harry and Ron also panted to the small room, the latter almost collapsed.
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!"