Chapter 620 OWL Exam

Chapter 620 O.W.L. Exam

Hogwarts Castle, Transfiguration Classroom.

"The exam starts tomorrow. As you can see, the specific exam schedule is as shown in the table. Your O.W.L. exam will last for two weeks, with one subject per day. In the morning, you will have theoretical answers, and in the afternoon, you will have practical inspections. Astronomy time The exam will be held at night..."

Professor McGonagall on the podium pushed up her black-framed glasses and looked at the class who were copying down the specific time and subjects for the exam with a serious expression: "A solemn reminder, including but not limited to auto-answer quills, memory balls, cheat sheet sleeves, Items with cheating properties such as self-correcting ink are strictly prohibited from being brought into the examination room. If found, they will be treated as cheating and will be disqualified from the examination, expelled from school, and expelled...

"Don't take any chances. Every year, several students think they can escape the search of the Wizarding Examination Authority and avoid the sight of the invigilating professor. In the end, they are all smart. Everyone must be responsible for their own actions. I I can only hope that this person is not a Gryffindor..."

Professor McGonagall sighed softly, her nose twitching slightly: "What you have to consider is not just an exam, but your long-term future."

The little wizards in the audience whispered about the exam arrangements and the students who had been caught cheating in the past few years, but the most serious punishment was only to repeat the grade, not to be expelled.

"Okay, do you have any questions?"

Hermione pursed her lips, raised her hand and asked, "Professor, when will we know the results?"

"Around mid-July, there will be an owl delivering a letter to you."

"That's great, so we don't have to worry about it before the holidays." Dean Thomas said in a low voice, and many little wizards agreed.

The exam is coming soon, and the students' anxiety has reached its peak. The faces of young people walking on the street have worried expressions. People in other grades will tacitly lower their voices when they see it, making the atmosphere more solemn and depressing.

Some people are under high-intensity review pressure for a long time, and their mental stress leads to abnormal behavior and often behave strangely.

When dining in the auditorium in the evening, Neville was holding whole wheat bread in his hand, his lips moving but making no sound. He would only take a bite after reciting a line of Charms knowledge. It was said that he was using food to motivate himself.

The review effect is unknown, but the weight loss effect is good - the endorsement is off-putting.

Others did not forget about food and sleep to this extent. Harry and Ron agreed to review well when reviewing, concentrate on playing when playing, and never put pressure on each other in the dormitory and the auditorium, so their mental state was not bad.

The two had worked hard to review for a day, and it was rare that they were in the mood to relax. While chatting, they relished using food to comfort their tired bodies and minds.

"Because I missed the ball from Davis before, I was not very confident. Bradley came out of nowhere and suddenly rushed towards me. I entered a state of selflessness on the court. At that time I can hear my heartbeat and blood flow, I think I have to stop it this time!"

Ron held a roast chicken leg in his mouth and narrated vaguely: "It took me about a second to decide which way to pounce. Although he acted like he was aiming for the ring on the right, there was a voice in my heart. I thought he was pretending, so I took the risk and flew to the left... Well, if you hadn't caught the Golden Snitch in advance, my interception would have been among the top ten of the year. "

He paused for a moment, then suddenly stared at Harry and asked seriously: "Why are you laughing?"

"I'm not laughing."

"You've obviously been laughing at me, and you haven't stopped!"

Several young wizards nearby turned their heads and tried to keep their expressions serious.

Among the busy fifth-year students, Loren, who was cutting steaks leisurely, stood out. He even had time to cut an extra portion for Hermione.

Because as early as three months ago, Professor Granger began to make a detailed and specific review plan for him and strictly supervised his review progress. Professor Langer’s condensed notes.

Loren had worked very hard, but he still completed the review task ahead of schedule. In the past few days before the exam, he only used to brush up on the questions to stay in shape. Although Hermione tried to memorize all the content in the textbook, she did not give him too much Assign tasks.

There was nothing interesting for Loren on his own, and he was a little uncomfortable with the leisurely life.

"Please ask..."

Hufflepuff's Ernie Macmillan came over at some point, patted Loren's shoulder, his eyes flashed with anxiety, and asked mysteriously: "How many hours do you review a day?"

Another mentally disturbed child.

Loren was a little happy, and after thinking for a moment, he replied: "About 16 hours."

"What!?" Ernie's eyes widened with disbelief on his face, "16 hours? It's twice as long as mine. Impossible. How did you do it?"

"Oh, it's very simple. Suppose we only sleep 6 hours a day, spend two hours eating and going to the toilet and other trivial matters, and use the rest of the time to review."

"..."

Ernie frowned. He was obviously here to show off his eight hours of review every day to make others feel anxious, but now he became the anxious one.

16 hours, according to this person's arrangement, seems really possible...

"Sixteen hours is relatively small." Loren said slowly, "Do you know about the time converter? It is said that some people can review for 48 hours a day, and there are also people who use Bafei's brain-refreshing drug to not sleep, and can review for 22 hours a day. …”

The anxiety on Ernie's face was intensifying, his breathing was a little rapid, and he turned his head and walked away in a hurry.

As you can see, Hufflepuff will have one more paper master who stays up late to review tonight.

Just as Loren was snickering happily, there was a burst of noisy discussion near the foyer.

"Oh my gosh, is that them?"

"People from the Wizarding Examination Authority!"

All the little wizards who were about to take the exam put down the tableware in their hands and cast curious eyes towards the door of the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall and a group of old wizards and witches walked in slowly, perhaps to take care of their hearing loss. The professor's voice was louder than usual in class and could be heard from a long distance away.

Seeing the witch in the middle, Parvati and Lavender let out small exclamations.

"She looks two hundred years old!"

"Maybe more..."

Neville put down the bread in his hand and introduced in a low voice: "That's Professor Gsilda Marchbain."

Loren and Hermione looked over curiously and noticed that the witch walking in the middle looked short because of her hunchback. Her face was covered with wrinkles like spider webs, but her silver hair and the smile she showed towards the young wizards made her look like a witch. Showing some kindness.

Professor Marchbaan, one of the surviving witches on the Chocolate Frog Card, textbook compiler, member of the Wizengamot, and current examiner of the Wizarding Examination Authority. Compared with these reputations and identities, she appears more in newspapers. Because of the identity of the longevity wizard.

As early as the last century, Professor Marchban was already the examiner, and even proctored Dumbledore's Charms exam.

Many people had insomnia that night. The common room was crowded with fifth- and seventh-grade students. Everyone wanted to seize the last time to review, but the more eager they were, the lower the efficiency and the slower the progress.

"Stop carrying it, go back and rest early."

"But I've only recited it for the third time..."

"Keep your spirits up and your mind will be more flexible during the exam..."

Loren pushed Hermione upstairs and urged her to have a good rest. He also went to bed early and fell asleep soon.

Have a good night's sleep.

When having breakfast the next day, the fifth-grade students seemed a little silent. Some of the little wizards were chanting spells while eating, and the condiment bottles in front of them rotated and vibrated.

Loren had an open book of "Charms Achievements" in his hand. He glanced at it and asked Hermione: "Please explain the definition of a spell."

Hermione barely thought about it and immediately opened her mouth to answer: "A spell is a form of magic that is controlled by humans. It mainly affects the real world in an unnatural way. It is usually cast by a wizard reciting a spell and using specific spell-casting gestures." …”

"Perfect answer!"

However, Hermione was still a little anxious. She took the book next to her and browsed ten lines at a glance. Finally, she complained sadly: "Oh, no, I forgot to explain the types of spells. I will lose about two points."

Parvati beside her couldn't help but fell into silence, and the salt shaker in front of her trembled.

After breakfast time, other little wizards went to class as usual. The examiners headed by Professor March closed the auditorium and arranged the examination room. The fifth and seventh grade students were moved to the foyer, holding books and wandering around the room, muttering. Wait for the exam to start.

Half past nine in the morning.

In Gryffindor's fifth year, Loren and Hermione's class were called into the Great Hall.

The empty and spacious auditorium has been rearranged. The four long academic tables have been moved to the wall and stacked up. The sets are separated and arranged neatly on the single desks. On the table are quills and ink bottles specially used for examinations. Blank test paper, three answer sheets of parchment and one scratch paper.

"Tsk, you don't have to check your identity before entering the examination room, and you don't have to search yourself. I wonder if we can let the senior students drink polyjuice potion to take the exam..."

Loren muttered.

Professor McGonagall, who was in front of the guest of honor, had a dark expression on his face. He glanced at him and turned over the hourglass on the table next to him: "The exam begins!"

After the words fell, many ink dots suddenly appeared on the blank test paper, as if seeds sprouted and grew into vines. The ink dots extended into words to form test questions.

Loren raised his head and glanced at Hermione in front of her on the right. She had already started writing furiously, and her quill made a rustling sound due to excessive exertion.

Shaking his head and smiling, Loren began to read the first big question.

[Reading question (15 points): The levitating spell refers to a spell that can make objects fly or levitate. The most widely spread levitating spell at present was invented by 1 Hobas. It has been widely spread over the centuries and used by many outstanding wizards. optimization……

(1) Write the incantation of floating spell and explain the meaning of the word.

(2) Describe the action of waving a magic wand.

(3) Can the floating spell be used on the human body? Why? 】

Seeing the reading materials and questioning method of this question, Loren felt inexplicably friendly.

"Wingardim Leviosa..."

Loren recited in a low voice and began to answer. He heard other candidates in the examination room also reciting in a low voice. Some people couldn't remember the casting movements when answering the second question, so they took out their wands and started making gestures. Sometimes their brains couldn't remember. Something that muscle memory remembers.

Seeing the ink bottle on Seamus' table levitating, Professor McGonagall coughed slightly to signal these people not to be too presumptuous.

After the theoretical exam, the hall was restored to its dining room layout, and all the students had lunch together.

"Alas, I seem to have missed a point in the analysis of the principle of the happy spell. The grid it left for me is too small, and I really can't write it down."

Hermione looked at the steak on the plate and sighed with some worry: "Have you written the spell to break the hiccups? I don't know whether I should write it or not. I seem to have written too much. There is also the twenty-third question..."

Harry and Ron frowned and looked at each other. They quickly reached a consensus and picked up their plates and moved further away.

If this goes on, lunch will lose its taste!

Loren didn't want to listen to her nagging, so he saw the opportunity to stuff a piece of pork ribs into her mouth, blocking the endless test questions.

...

There was no need to go to the lobby in the afternoon. The little wizards were driven into the room to the right of the main guest seat in the hall. They lined up in a long line and were called away in alphabetical order of their names.

The students in front of him muttered spells, gestured spellcasting movements, and poked others in the back from time to time, or were poked in the back by others.

"Why do we have to queue up when the numbers are called in order?"

Loren looked up at the crowded serpentine team in front of him, and pulled Hermione to sit at the small table next to him.

Then he immersed himself in reviewing with the little witch.

After going through the spells he had learned in the past five years, Loren looked up at the team again. The winding serpentine team had been disbanded, and the students sat around the door. The room was not so crowded.

"Hermione Granger, Anthony Goldstein, Gregory Goyle and Daphne Greengrass..."

Hermione took a deep breath, clenched her wand, and nervously followed several students from other colleges out of the small room.

Students who had finished the exam were not allowed to return to the exam room, so Loren didn't know how she did on the exam, but it must not be bad.

In the next half an hour, the students in front were called one by one, picked up their wands, and walked into the exam room with trembling calves.

"Next group, Pansy Parkinson, Padma Patil, Parvati Patil, Harry Potter!"

"Next group, Ron Weasley..."

"Next group, Loren Morgan..."

It was Loren's turn. He walked into the examination room and consciously came to Professor Flitwick who was standing at the door.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Loren. The professor in charge can't be the examiner. Let me see, Professor Marchbank is free now..." Professor Flitwick winked at him, "Good luck."