Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 157 156: The Strongest Dark Magic Defense!

June is the month when the weather starts to get hot.
As the end of the semester quietly approaches, the sky seems to resonate with it. The school has been tightly embraced by the hot sun for several days, and the air is filled with an indescribable tension and expectation.

It can be said that everyone's emotions are complex and subtle.

The scenery outside the castle became more and more beautiful, but in the Hogwarts campus caressed by the heat wave, it was difficult for the young wizards to enjoy the joy and freshness of summer - after all, everyone knew that June meant the arrival of final exams, which was something that almost all young wizards were unwilling to face.

Of course, there are a few exceptions.

For those little wizards who work hard and are familiar with magic spells and ancient books, the arrival of exam week is like a long-awaited feast. Their eyes are shining with confidence, and turning countless days and nights of hard work into excellent results is the moment they look forward to most in the semester.

However, not everyone can face this test with such a calm attitude. Some young wizards, perhaps because they are cramming at the last minute, feel flustered and anxious in the face of mountains of review materials and intricate magic theories. This group accounts for slightly more than 100 million in Gryffindor College.

There are also some little wizards who try to use some tricks, such as asking their family members to inquire about the test questions in advance, but they will obviously feel for the first time that their parents' connections are of no use.

No one could find out the test questions in advance, and the same was true for the descendants of pure-blood families. There were many Slytherin students who looked unhappy and were ridiculed by their own head, Professor Snape.

The students of Hufflepuff House were also actively preparing, but they spent the least amount of time in the library on average. Few people knew that the students of this house were also restless.

Moreover, they do not set high standards for academic performance. Being able to pass the exam is considered as a sign of all their efforts for the year, and better results can be considered a pleasant surprise to them.

The attitude of not being introverted is also unique in the whole Hogwarts. Of course, this does not mean that the Hufflepuff wizards will not perform well in the exams every year. On the contrary, sometimes they can even perform better than Slytherin College. In fact, it is the college with the least number of failed students in the whole school.

Ian has always felt that the reason for this, in addition to a good test-taking attitude, is definitely related to the fact that most holiday homework is outsourced to this group of hardworking little badgers.

As the saying goes, if you read a book a hundred times, its meaning will become clear. Being able to repeatedly complete the professors' homework from different angles will definitely lay a good foundation for Hufflepuff students.

Perhaps the Hufflepuff students themselves did not realize this - in comparison, the Ravenclaw students had simply reached a new level of involution in the last month.

There are no better grades, only the best grades. All subjects that require examinations must get full marks. This is the obsession of almost all Ravenclaw students.

As for those scheming boys and girls who know they have shortcomings and cannot get full marks in the exam, all kinds of intrigues, Sun Tzu's Art of War, and various remarks such as "I'm going out for a walk" and "I'm going to play outside" have become excuses and reasons for them to fool and deceive their other classmates.

It's not that scheming, just a normal "learning war" operation.

"What the hell are these guys? They're still studying secretly when there are only a few hours left before the exam. Are they all thinking that they can make a splash in their life by taking the final exam?"

Because of Grindelwald's terrifying remarks, Ian did not sleep well all night. When he was preparing for the exam the next day, he walked out of the Room of Requirement before dawn.

however.

When he went back to the dormitory to change clothes, he would occasionally run into classmates who were still secretly reviewing in many inconspicuous corners along the way. He even felt that these guys were more elusive than Albus Dumbledore.

The little wizard who went into the chandelier to study shouted "Good morning, little professor", which scared Ian a lot, mainly because the little wizard was wearing a camouflage paper shell on his sticking head.

It was painted with a pattern similar to that of the chandelier, but it was worn in an inverted triangle, almost making Ian think he had woken up and traveled into the Hogwarts version of Silent Hill.

"What the hell are you doing! Are you going to gamble on the final exam?" When Ian returned to the dormitory, he found that William's dark circles were darker than those of the iron-eating beast.

His desk was piled with almost all the books covered this semester.

"The Standard Book of Spells, Elementary", "A Detailed History of Magic", "An Elementary Guide to Transfiguration", "The Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense", "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi"... Although William had already memorized these books, he still worried every few hours whether he had forgotten some of the content.

"Oh, yes, I have a test today."

Only Michael still has a sleepy attitude towards life.

Not only did he not study all night, he didn't wake up from his deep sleep until Ian walked over and slapped him. This little black guy might be the least enthusiastic of all Ravenclaw students.

"Don't you want to make a surprise attack before the battle?"

Ian saw Michael slowly climb out of bed. He looked under the quilt and saw no books, which confirmed that this roommate was different from other scheming boys in the same college.

"It's just an exam, why make it like a battlefield?" Michael had a good attitude, and he really didn't study secretly. He just took classes more seriously in the last few weeks.

In fact, in the last few weeks of the semester, professors no longer teach students new knowledge. Instead, they help students consolidate what they have learned in class in order to prepare for the final exams. In this regard, it seems that there is not much difference between the teaching methods of Hogwarts and most Muggle schools.

“The exam is the real battlefield.”

William finally put down his book and turned around to respond seriously, "If we want to be absolutely sure of the test, we need to control any variables that may cause errors in the results."

talking.

William let out a long sigh and patted the textbook on the table again.

"I think I can definitely get all O's. I have studied the textbooks thoroughly over and over again in the last month. The professors will not test us on content outside the textbooks, right?"

He wanted to sound more confident, but there was a hint of trepidation in his voice. One could only say that William looked very much like those Gryffindor students who suffered from "exam phobia".

The only difference is that the students of Gryffindor College worry about failing in some subjects, while William worries that he will not be able to get the best grades in all subjects - Excellent (O), Good (E), Pass (A), Poor (P), Very poor (D), Terrible (T), which are the criteria for judging test results at Hogwarts.

"Don't worry, if you can't get all O's with your hard work, I don't think many people can get them." Ian kindly comforted his roommate.

however.

Unexpectedly, William sighed heavily, his voice even more worried, "It's different. Everyone has different talents. Even if I'm not compared to a classmate with ridiculous talents like you, I'm still far behind. It's like Michael doesn't study every day, but he was still able to point out a few mistakes in my knowledge last night."

"This is the difference in talent. I think there should be many people like him in school." To be honest, William was so anxious and restless to study all night for a reason. After all, it was okay to have a classmate like Ian who was far ahead of others, but another roommate who was chasing girls every day with a smile was also learning faster than him.

If this happened to most people, they would definitely feel insecure inside.

“I’m studying hard, too.”

Michael was unable to empathize with William's feelings. He retorted helplessly while brushing his teeth that William just didn't like to learn the knowledge he had already learned, which didn't mean he hadn't studied hard.

"Is it possible that, in our grade, Michael is the only one who has better grades than you, besides me?" Ian had actually discovered Michael's "study genius" attribute a long time ago. As a professor who had been secretly tutoring the young wizards, he was sure that there was no other first-year student like him in the entire Ravenclaw College.

William was obviously a rookie and didn't realize this. He thought that this was the norm outside the other dormitories. He didn't know that he himself was a rare genius.

"You can guarantee that this is the case for Ravenclaw, but you can't guarantee that this is the case for other houses. I've inquired and found that the best students in several grades are not from our house. Do you dare to believe that the best student in the second grade is a Quidditch player who plays all day long?"

"There are talented people, there have always been, and there are many of them. I can't imagine being despised when I go home." William's behavior at this time is generally referred to as self-consumption in clinical practice.

The witch doctor Ian immediately made a diagnosis and thought of a way to treat it.

"Don't move."

He ran to the table, opened the drawer, took out a feather pen, dipped it in ink, and walked up to William and held down his head under William's puzzled gaze.

"What is this doing?"

William felt Ian writing on his forehead.

"I cast a ritual magic on you that can reduce your internal friction and give you confidence." Ian quickly wrote the words and then chanted a spell in a pretentious manner.

"Burberry Libo, Burberry Libo~"

Ian circled his wand three times over William's head.

William immediately became happy at the serious look.

"Thank you, Ian."

His genuine gratitude also made him want to put his arms around Ian's waist in a sitting position.

Ian dodged it.

After all, William's unique love for underpants makes it difficult for Ian to judge whether he is kind or not.

"Can this magic make people luckier?" Michael came out of the bathroom after washing up, and came over to ask curiously.

"Of course not."

Ian shook his head.

"What about increasing wisdom?"

Michael continued to ask.

Ian continued to shake his head. "This is just a confidence rune. It only reduces internal friction. It's good enough that it doesn't reduce your intelligence. How can you expect it to increase your intelligence?"

His words surprised Michael.

"Is this a kind of magic code? It feels a bit like Chinese." Michael wanted to touch it with his hand, but William, who was extremely vigilant, grabbed him directly.

"Don't try to destroy the magic Ian cast on me. I feel much better now and I'm very confident." What William is showing now is obviously the great effect of psychological suggestion.

Ian didn't really perform any magic.

"Yes, Chinese magic runes contain great terror and great magic power." Ian clapped his hands and announced that the task was accomplished, then put the feather pen back into the drawer.

"Can you give me one too?" Michael took out his feather pen eagerly. Ian hesitated for a moment and decided to give Michael the same treatment by also drawing a few strokes on his forehead.

"Don't you care about the exam?"

Ian was quite helpless.

"I just don't mind reviewing because it will delay my time to write a love letter to Rebecca." Michael laughed, and it seemed that what he said made sense.

"You asked for this yourself."

Just as Ian put down his pen.

"What about ritual magic?"

Michael remembered the process more clearly than Ian, the "founder of magic". Ian had no choice but to take out his wand and pretend.

"Burberry Libo, Burberry Libo~"

Although nothing happened, Michael's joy was beyond words.

"It's amazing! I feel more confident too!"

It can only be said that psychological suggestion will have an equal effect on any naive little wizard. Michael's noisy remarks reminded Ian of his childhood when he was obsessed with internal skills before he traveled through time.

He thought that his magical power was about to succeed, and he felt light and plump even when he climbed over the railing. However, in the end, he found that he was just suffering from indigestion and bloating in his stomach - no one could explain why he really felt light and plump, so psychological suggestion is really magical.

"Won't you draw one for yourself?"

William picked up the mirror and observed the mysterious "magic runes" on his forehead. He also asked Ian about it out of curiosity. He thought that Ian should also use such a good magic.

"No, no, I'm just too confident and happy right now. I can't draw this kind of magic words anymore. Otherwise, I'll probably get so overconfident that I'll swell up."

Ian quickly refused and threw away the quill in his hand.

His performance did not make his good roommate feel that there was anything wrong. The two of them held the mirror and admired it for a long time. At Ian's urging, he put down the mirror and rushed to the examination room with Ian.

along the way.

William and Michael both held their heads high, looking as if they had really been "blessed" by magic. They probably became the most confident little wizards in the exam.

This will indeed help them to a great extent to better display their strengths. As long as they are not overconfident, they will definitely perform a little better than normal.

Ian is not just a liar.

He was trying to save the mentality of William, a good roommate and good tool.

This is not.

William didn't even continue to repeat the content he had already memorized, nor did he forget the answer because of nervousness. Ian felt that by saying less, he had saved William's grade in a course.

"I'm such a good person."

While waiting outside the examination room, Ian gave himself a thumbs up. It was another win-win day for him. He not only gained merit but also received gratitude from his roommates.

Oh, no, maybe it was a win-win-win situation, and he also felt the joy of being a fun-loving person.

"What happened to your two roommates? There are words carved on their heads." Aurora was also quite confused when she arrived at the examination room. She saw William and Michael enter the examination room first after the door opened.

"I do not know."

Ian made a bewildered expression.

"What words are engraved?"

His puzzled look was definitely worthy of an Oscar-level actor. To be honest, when Aurora mentioned that it was a word, Ian realized that this German girl must have learned Chinese.

This is not.

Aurora frowned in response.

"The people you play with are really weird. If they really believe in the gimmick, they should also carve a sentence like 'win for sure' or 'guaranteed victory', right?"

"If I'm not mistaken, what's engraved on their foreheads is... don't eat coriander? I think these four Chinese characters don't have any meaning of blessing before the exam in the East, right?"

I have to say that Aurora is definitely a good girl to some extent. She doubted her own knowledge but did not doubt that Ian and Ian's roommate were mentally ill.

"Oh I got it."

Ian looked as if he had suddenly realized something.

"You must have known that."

Aurora looked like she was quietly watching the little wizard's performance.

"no."

Ian's innocent big eyes were glared at.

"I see. You drew it for them."

Aurora didn't know how to read minds. She just knew her good friend very well. "Do these four words have any positive meaning? If so, can you tell me?"

The studious German girl tilted her head.

"Ok?"

Seeing that Ian remained silent for a long time, she raised her eyebrows with a puzzled look on her face.

"I'll tell you what you mean by positive meaning. I'm obviously responding to your request." Ian explained the reason for his silence.

He explained it in a very easy to understand way.

Not speaking means there is no positive meaning.

"..."

however.

Aurora was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses.

"Honestly, when it comes to playing pranks, I think the Gryffindor twins are much better than you." She commented on Ian's behavior with some helplessness.

"I'm helping William gain confidence. Look how confident he is now." Ian and Aurora entered the examination room together and looked at William, who seemed to be confident.

perhaps.

There is indeed a mysterious power of confidence behind these four words.

……

The first exam was actually just a theoretical exam, or to put it simply, a written exam. The first-year students from the four colleges were shuffled and divided into two classrooms to answer the exam papers.

In order to prevent someone from attempting to cheat using the magic pen, no one is allowed to bring their own feather pen and ink to the exam. Only the stationery distributed by the school can be used.

This point was mentioned repeatedly by professors before the exam. There was even a graphic sign at the entrance to the exam room, with the reference picture under the big prohibition sign coming from Ian's work.

Answer pen.

This was a product that Ian had improved upon and started selling a month before the exam. As soon as the ban came out, many young Gryffindor wizards wailed.

However, Ian's mood did not fluctuate much. He did not need to rely on cheating to answer the questions, and he had almost sold all the answer pens that could be sold.

There is no refund service. Ian plans to sell the remaining stock when school starts next year. He will find rich guy Harry and the new Slytherin students to clear out the stock.

"I'm such a bad person!"

While answering the questions with ease, Ian secretly reflected on himself in his heart. By the time he finished reflecting on himself, he had already finished several full test papers.

Seeing that he could not hand in the paper and leave early, Ian could only play with his pen out of boredom. The pen and ink he used were the designated exam supplies that had just been distributed by the invigilator, Professor Flitwick.

It was a kind of feather pen that could effectively prevent cheating. It was a little harder to write with than a normal feather pen, but fortunately Hogwarts gave the young wizards enough time to answer questions, which was the kind of time that he needed to screen out the national candidates with strong luck in his previous life, and it would definitely make him cry after seeing it.

“What a pleasing picture.”

Ian saw that his classmates were still writing furiously, with the quill pens spinning in his hands, the speed of which was like an engine, attracted the attention of Professor Flitwick.

"Put away your magic, Mr. Prince. If you have finished the test paper, check it carefully a few more times and don't affect other students' thinking and answering."

It can only be said that different worlds have the same invigilator. Of course, the candidates may also be extremely similar, and no matter how strict the anti-cheating measures are, some candidates will not be able to avoid taking risks.

There were candidates who wrote their notes inside their clothes, some daring ones who wrote them directly on the back of their hands, and even some cheating geniuses who engraved their notes inside their mouths using what Ian thought was Braille.

Ian looked at the Gryffindor student whose tongue was moving wildly in his mouth while answering the question. He couldn't help but sigh that Gryffindor House was really full of talented people.

There are always some unexpected tricks among them. Ian, who finished the test paper in advance, saw the chaos of the group, but Professor Flitwick, who was in charge of the exam, just stopped him from playing with the quill.

For students who cheat.

Professor Flitwick chose to turn a blind eye and trimmed his nose hair at the podium with a mirror. He spent the whole morning trimming his nose hair. Ian suspected that he was carving some miniature relief on his nose hair.

As the exam time came to an end, everyone handed in their papers in harmony. Everyone had a different expression on their face, some were elated and some were too proud of themselves.

There are also those who are dejected because they know they are going to fail the exam.

"Very good, everyone is very nice."

After Professor Flitwick made some shrill comments, he gently shook the test papers with his wand while sorting them out, and seventeen or eighteen test papers floated out from the stack.

"I want to remind you that, first of all, cheating is cheating if it is not discovered. Being discovered is just stupidity." Professor Flitwick didn't care what subjects the test papers involved.

He simply waved his hand and stamped the letter T on all the test papers that were taken out, which represented the lowest grade in the test.

"Especially Miss Ariel. Although I am not your Transfiguration professor, I hope you can respect my eyes and not be so blatant when cheating next school year."

"Sure, you did a good job of turning the cheat sheet into a headband and tying it around your wrist, but we're obviously not testing the practical application of Transfiguration."

"As for Miss Daphne Greengrass, although you were serious and focused throughout the exam, I hope you can go back to your own examination room to take the exam next time."

"To be honest, the idea of ​​giving up my own test results and using Polyjuice Potion to help Mr. Roger Skelant take the test is not a wise or correct idea."

"Think about it. How much of the reward you received from Mr. Roger Skelant will be left after you repay the loan you took out to buy potions from some mysterious forces in the school?"

……

Professor Flitwick obviously not only had a clear view of all the cheating going on in the examination room, but he was also fully aware of some recent events and transactions that had taken place in the school.

When he talked about the channels for purchasing medicine, he glanced in Ian's direction with a helpless look. Ian didn't care. He was looking at the embarrassed look of "Mr. Roger Skelant" with a blushing face.

Say something.

Ian didn't understand what Daphne Greengrass was doing. He thought Daphne Greengrass wanted to steal the test paper, but he didn't expect that she was using it to engage in such an incredible score buying and selling behavior.

All I can say is that she is worthy of being the daughter of a pure-blood family. Even her way of making money is different from that of ordinary people, which makes even a money-making expert like Ian marvel at her.

"Damn it Professor Flitwick!"

"Why doesn't he just catch us in the act of cheating!"

"I finally understand why the little devil went to Ravenclaw. The wizards in Ravenclaw are all filthy-hearted. Professor Flitwick must be very happy to see us in such a mess after working in vain."

"Oh, this is a lesson I will never forget."

……

After the theory test.

There were many young wizards who were as depressed as Daphne Greengrass. After all, it was the final exam of the first year, and there were many young wizards who wanted to cheat to get good grades.

I can only say that the senior students couldn't stop laughing when they saw these little wizards. They were experienced people, and they obviously gained the abnormal happiness from these groups whose cheating methods were exposed: "I have been caught in the rain, and I feel relieved when I see others caught in the rain." Of course, this abnormal happiness is not without meaning.

"This is so... magical." While walking around the examination room, Ian saw with his own eyes that a senior student had successfully cast the Patronus Charm with this kind of abnormal happiness.

I can only say that idealistic magic is sometimes so magical.

It can only be said to be a coincidence. After entering Professor Flitwick's one-on-one spell practice examination room, the test question Professor Flitwick gave Ian was the advanced magic of the Patronus Charm.

It was obviously not a test for all young wizards, and it might not even be a test for all students in all grades, but rather a test that Professor Flitwick gave to Ian alone.

"Come on, let me see, let me see." Professor Flitwick rubbed his hands impatiently, and it was hard not to suspect that he was using public power to satisfy his own desires. The people in Ravenclaw College were all very curious. Professor Flitwick had studied Ian's Patronus Charm for a long time, so it was reasonable for him to be curious about Ian's Patronus Charm.

“Is this really the topic?”

Ian sighed helplessly.

"Well, in principle, a wizard should keep his patronus a secret, but... I am your dean, I certainly won't betray you!"

Professor Flitwick smiled and rubbed his hands again.

Ian felt that this was his dean's hint to him that he should show his principles.

"Call the gods to protect you."

It wasn't something that needed to be hidden, and Ian didn't think Professor Flitwick would use this to harm him, so he displayed his Patronus Charm openly.

Countless silver threads gushed out from the magic wand like the brightest meteors in the night sky. They intertwined and spun in the air, emitting a soft yet firm light.

Illuminating everything around the protagonist.

As the silver threads continued to interweave, a scene that amazed Professor Flitwick began to emerge. The originally erratic silver threads gradually condensed into the shape of a young girl.

The girl has long, smooth silver hair, eyes like the brightest stars in the night sky, and her skin is crystal clear, as if carved by moonlight and morning dew.

"Merlin's underwear! The human patronus! I finally understand why you kept hesitating after I asked you several times! This is really an unbelievable miracle!"

Professor Flitwick stared at the figure in the air with his mouth wide open. He actually had some vague guesses in his mind, but he never expected that Ian's situation was even more exaggerated and outrageous than the dozens of possibilities he had guessed... even absurd! Such a patronus is likely to change many common senses in the wizarding world!
"Can she speak and communicate? Is she a living person somewhere? No! This feels a bit like a ghost! Incredible! This is really incredible!"

"Perhaps you can use your patronus to improve our wizards' views and understanding of many things!" Professor Flitwick's knowledge and vision were indeed amazing. He circled Ariana for more than ten times, and only stopped when he felt dizzy.

"I think she can communicate... Her name is Ariana, and it's me..." Ian introduced his patronus in a rather subtle manner.

He hadn't figured out how to introduce Ariana yet.

"Oh my God! The dwarfs in the fairy tale!" Ariana, who had already opened her eyes, immediately interrupted the words that Ian had already organized in his mind with an exclamation. The girl was wearing a long dress woven with silver thread, and the hem of the skirt swayed gently, like feathers dancing in the wind, light and solemn.

It’s just that the noisy appearance is a little inconsistent with the appearance.

"I'm not a dwarf, I just have some goblin blood." Professor Flitwick refuted Ariana, but he didn't show any offense at all.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was wrong." Ariana immediately bowed and apologized with some shame. Her main disadvantage was that she had not seen much of the world when she was alive.

"Oh, it's no big deal. I know you mean no harm. After all, you thought I was a character in a fairy tale. Hahaha, maybe I have some dwarf-like style."

Professor Flitwick began to circle Ariana again.

He once felt dizzy.

He came up to Ariana happily, raised his hand and touched Ariana's skirt, turned around and spoke to Ian in an amazed voice.

"She is an intelligent soul! This is a form of patronus that has never been seen before! Little Ian! You are making history! And I must be witnessing a piece of history as well!"

Although his voice was still a little sharp, it was full of excitement. Professor Flitwick had already figured out a lot of information with just a brief observation.

"I can't hold out much longer, Professor."

Ian walked up and quietly stuffed a few candies into Ariana's hand, and whispered to Ariana that this was his test item. Ariana nodded, not quite understanding.

"Okay, okay, no problem, that's enough. I also think that such magic cannot last too long, even though your magic power has reached a level that amazes me."

Done.

There was no hesitation.

Professor Flitwick ran to the desk and drew a big O on Ian's report card. Just as Ian and Ariana waved goodbye and prepared to remove the magic, Ariana looked at the wall behind Professor Flitwick, and she smiled at the portrait on the wall before returning to Ian's wand.

"Whoo~"

Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

"You must have extraordinary blood in you! This is a connection that transcends life and death! You will be the first wizard to explore this realm through the Patronus Charm!"

"This is much more promising than those damn horror magics you've been trying to study!" Professor Flitwick also wanted to communicate more with Ian, but there were many young wizards who needed to take exams later, and young wizards from more than one grade needed to complete the final exams.

Therefore, he could only remind Ian when he finished the test and left the classroom. It was obvious that the professor still could not forget the idea of ​​the little wizard creating his own "sterilization magic".

He pointed out another research direction to Ian that he thought would not cause much harm. After Ian left, Professor Flitwick did not immediately let the next candidate enter the classroom.

"Thank you."

came a voice from behind Professor Flitwick.

"You're welcome. Actually, you've solved a problem for me. I couldn't sleep well for several nights because of how to assign test questions to little Ian."

He turned his head and looked at the portrait on the wall, and the figure gradually became clearer from transparent.

"Albus, there must be some story between you and that little girl of Ian." Professor Flitwick looked at the old headmaster who was wearing a purple robe and had rarely dressed up.

"What makes you think so?"

Albus Dumbledore did not respond directly.

"Of course I saw it with my eyes."

Professor Flitwick said that he was not blind and he could see the complicated expression on Albus Dumbledore's face and his eyes filled with tears.

……

Compared to Professor Flitwick's test questions, Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration test questions were much simpler, even though Transfiguration was the most difficult test item for students every year. However, this did not include the little wizards who had high-level Transfiguration abilities and the extraordinary characteristic [Shape of All Things].

Before the exam begins.

Professor McGonagall first put pressure on Ian.

"Mr. Prince, I hope you can grow up a little next year and stop doing things that embarrass us professors." The serious vice-president is the professor that every little wizard fears the most.

Ian is no exception.

He immediately displayed his craftsmanship.

"I'm sorry for causing so much trouble to everyone. I will be strict with myself and control my behavior next year." Ian thought that there would be no more noseless people causing trouble next year.

His assurance was so powerful and confident that Professor McGonagall relaxed a little.

"Very good, remember, fairness is the most important thing!" Professor McGonagall deliberately raised her voice when she said this. She was really helpless about the score situation of the college this year.

"Okay, Professor."

Ian didn't care what Professor McGonagall scolded him for. He just kept on showing his dedication and perseverance. He had never had a chance to straighten his back since he entered the examination room.

"Let's start the test now."

Professor McGonagall had no intention of further embarrassing the young wizard, but looked at a button on her desk. "For the other students, their test question is to turn this button into a mouse. Of course, thanks to your efforts, the overall strength of the first-year students has improved compared to previous years."

"As for you, I naturally have different requirements. Your test questions must be a little more special than those of other little wizards. After all, we all know how special you are."

Professor McGonagall tapped the tabletop with her finger.

“What do I need to turn it into?”

Ian blinked in acceptance.

After a moment of silence, Professor McGonagall said softly with a slightly shaking look in her eyes, "A flying broom. Remember, I want a flying broom, not a broom."

This is obviously a very targeted proposition.

Ian was not given a test.

It was a challenge to Gamp's basic Transfiguration Law. Obviously, as a Transfiguration professor who was sometimes disturbed by little wizards in the middle of the night after work, Professor McGonagall had long been aware of Ian's Transfiguration skills and some of his oddities. Now she just wanted to verify her own guess.

It's quite similar to Professor Flitwick's mentality.

"Okay, Professor."

Ian had finally waited for the opportunity to show himself in front of the cat. He immediately cast his Transfiguration spell without any intention of concealing his uniqueness.

I saw.

As Ian uttered the most basic, simple, and non-specific transformation spell, an invisible force emerged from the wand and spread quietly.

The buttons began to change.

The originally smooth surface began to fluctuate, like ripples on the water, and then these ripples gathered into streams, spreading out along the edge of the button. The color of the button changed from silver to blazing gold, shining brightly, as if there was a fire burning inside, but no heat leaked out.

As the spell continued, the shape of the button began to change dramatically. It was no longer round, but gradually stretched and twisted, as if countless small hands were pulling and reshaping its structure. The texture of the button was also undergoing a radical change, gradually transforming from a hard substance to a flexible and elastic material.

"really."

Professor McGonagall watched Ian complete the test with complicated eyes.

In the golden light, the outline of the broom began to appear, first the slender handle, then the broad broom head, and every "hair" was clearly visible.

Flashing with the unique aura of magic.

It just floated quietly in the air. The originally inconspicuous button has now turned into an exquisite flying broom, inlaid with tiny, glittering magical runes, and the hair at the end of the broom is soft and shiny, as if it can carry its owner to the sky at any time.

"You have an incredible talent, Mr. Prince. It will take you in the direction that all of us Transfiguration researchers dream of, and make you an inimitable Transfiguration master."

"You are destined to be recorded in the history of Transfiguration."

Professor McGonagall gently stroked every inch of the broom, feeling the magical power contained in it, and she expressed her expectations and evaluation of Ian's future from the bottom of her heart.

"I can't think of any flaws in this kind of magic." Professor McGonagall gave Ian a big O and handed him a slightly yellowed notebook.

"I am really curious about what your Animagus form will be like. This is the note I recently sorted out and revised. I hope you can take some time to study it during the holidays."

Normally, Professor McGonagall wouldn't give any special treatment to young wizards, but she obviously felt that she had encountered an unusual situation, and that teaching students in accordance with their aptitude was the way the teaching model at Hogwarts should be.

"Merlin, are these your notes?"

Ian took the notes with great surprise.

"I will guide you in the research and practice of Animagus Transformation during your next semester. I hope you will not be so reckless as to start experimenting during the holidays."

Professor McGonagall's eyes were full of admiration for Ian's talent, and she solemnly warned Ian. It was obvious that she didn't want Ian to have lifelong regrets because of some impulsive behavior.

"Thank you for your generosity! Don't worry, professor, I will definitely follow you to learn this dangerous magic next semester." Ian is also a person who cherishes his life. He still has a lot of other magic to learn, and of course he will not have the irresistible urge to take the risk of learning Animagus.

"It would be best if you could really remember it."

Professor McGonagall waved her hand.

Ian excused himself.

The next little wizard began his normal first-grade examination. The little wizards who walked out of the examination room one after another with frustrated expressions fully demonstrated that Transfiguration was indeed quite difficult for them.

Ian didn't stay for too long.

He also had to take a practical Potions exam from his good uncle Professor Snape.

to be frank.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick both gave high praise to Ian's exam performance, and good uncle Snape actually said the same thing, but they were just expressing the same feeling in different ways.

"This is so fucking weird!"

Seeing the super-quality potion that Ian had made with the help of [Extreme Fusion], Snape's face was filled with disbelief. He also expressed his praise for Ian in his own way.

"There's something wrong with your hands!"

Snape checked Ian's hand several times, but he didn't find anything strange. However, he saw with his own eyes that Ian used materials that were impossible to make such a high-quality potion to make an impossible possibility. He stared at Ian, but he didn't expect Ian to look at him blankly.

"Isn't that how potions are made?"

A very annoying expression.

If there weren't many students waiting for exams, Snape would have spent the whole day with Ian.

"Get out of my sight! You dishonest little bastard!" Snape also gave Ian an O, but also added a loud roar.

Ian was freed.

But the ones who suffered were the students who entered the examination room after Ian.

"With only these materials, that bastard brat could endure it, so why can't you? Don't you sneak out of our Slytherin House every night and go to that bastard brat's ridiculous after-school cram school to study secretly? Didn't he discriminate against you because you are not a student of Ravenclaw House and didn't give you Potions lessons?"

Say something.

Talking about venting anger.

Snape truly is the best at Hogwarts.

……

There are several exams in a row.

When Ian arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical examination room, he became nervous again. He still remembered that Grindelwald said he would give him an unforgettable exam.

Ian had not been worried about any of the courses this year, except for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, which had worried him for a long time. God knew how the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, who had no moral standards, would want to make him sick.

"Professor, why are you outside?"

As soon as I arrived at the examination room.

Ian saw Professor Lockhart, with a gloomy face, squatting at the entrance of the examination room and cursing. His puzzled questioning was like igniting some kind of powder keg.

"You kid may be able to avoid it this year, but you can't avoid next year. Sooner or later you will have to take the exam, otherwise all my preparation will be in vain!" After saying this viciously, Grindelwald left angrily.

A confused Ian looked towards the door of the examination room.

soon.

The young wizard who had taken the previous exam came out happily. When the Sorting Hat called Ian's name, he stepped into the Sorting Hat and realized why Grindelwald looked like he was being scolded.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

Ian saw the people sitting in the examination room.

That was Albus Dumbledore wearing a pure white robe.

"Good afternoon, Ian."

Albus Dumbledore sat behind a long oak table carved by time, and his figure seemed to blend into this room full of history. Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the stained glass windows, onto his long silver hair and beard, giving the legendary wizard a soft and sacred glow.

“Is this you now?”

Ian asked tentatively.

Ever since Albus Dumbledore began to delve into time travel, he has always been confused about this, so every time he would persevere in trying to figure out which time Albus Dumbledore he was facing.

"In fact, you only need to know that everyone you meet is me, and you can trust me, then you won't have so many confusions." Albus Dumbledore chuckled and persuaded, and then rarely answered the little wizard's question, "Today, you met me who can indeed be regarded as the right me at the right time."

Albus Dumbledore's eyes were deep and warm, like two bottomless pools of water, full of wisdom and a profound meaning that Ian could not understand.

"You can't tell the difference anymore, can you?" Ian approached with some concern and tried to wave his finger in front of Albus Dumbledore's eyes a few times.

This behavior made Albus Dumbledore quite helpless.

"Of course I'm not confused. In fact, I'm more awake than ever before. Don't worry, I won't get lost in the exploration of time." Albus Dumbledore folded his hands lightly on the table. Occasionally, there was a slight friction sound between his fingers, and his tone was somewhat light-hearted.

“What exactly are you researching?”

Ian took a deep look at the old principal in front of him.

"To understand the past, you need to understand the future. Obviously, I am studying the past, present, and future." Albus Dumbledore seemed to be hinting at something.

"Can the time converter reach the future?"

Ian was a little surprised.

That expression seemed to touch upon a blind spot of knowledge.

"That's why we need to study it because we don't know the answer. I'll share the results with you when I get them." Albus Dumbledore smiled kindly before Ian could continue asking questions.

He interrupted Ian's curiosity.

"I think what you need to ask here today is not about me." As he said that, Albus Dumbledore opened the drawer in the middle of the long table.

"I was just about to ask what happened. I saw our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher walk away swearing. You don't know how nasty the scolding he gave you was."

It's hard to tell whether Ian's words were exaggerated.

"Don't worry about him. The test items he prepared are too dangerous for you and other students. I'm worried that it will leave you with too heavy a psychological trauma."

"So his assessment rights as a professor are temporarily deprived." Albus Dumbledore did not show any emotional fluctuations. He directly took out a test paper from the drawer and handed it to Ian.

"Wasn't the theoretical exam in the morning?"

Ian was quite confused.

He took the test paper handed over by Albus Dumbledore. He was confused before he saw the content of the test paper, and he became even more confused after seeing the content of the test paper.

Not only is the above content irrelevant to Defense Against the Dark Arts, they are also some inquiries that seem very simple. Could it be that Albus Dumbledore is using a backdoor to get good grades for himself?

It's not necessary!

It's not like I can't rely on my own skills! Although Ian thought so in his heart, he subconsciously took the quill handed to him by Albus Dumbledore and began to answer the questions.

"This is your final exam in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Albus Dumbledore smiled as he watched Ian answer the questions.

"But none of these questions involve Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Ian looked up at the old headmaster with increasing confusion. He had already answered a series of inexplicable and nonsensical multiple-choice questions.

"Believe me, compared to other tests, this is the best test of your Defense Against the Dark Arts." Albus Dumbledore saw that Ian was unmoved.

After a moment's silence, he could only confess helplessly.

"It's a psychological test form."

Say something.

Ian had actually predicted this a long time ago.

Now Albus Dumbledore's answer directly confirmed this answer.

"Hiss~ Is this considered a Defense Against the Dark Arts exam!?"

Ian's face was full of question marks, but he continued to answer the questions. He was a well-rounded little wizard, and of course he was not afraid of any psychological test form.

Mastery of psychology?
Gold content?
understand?
"We all know that using dark magic will cause subtle but irreversible effects on the wizard's psychology. This erosion is hidden and difficult for anyone to detect."

"So in fact, many wizards who study the dark arts will regularly test their mental conditions in different ways." Albus Dumbledore explained patiently.

"That's why I asked you to take this psychological test." Albus Dumbledore's eyes fell on the form Ian was filling out.

"If you can perform several hundred Dark Magic experiences a day and still keep your mental state at an appropriate level, you have the best possible defense against the Dark Arts."

how to say.

I can only say that the old principal is indeed worthy of being the old principal. Ian always felt that his argument was a little strange, but he couldn't think of how to refute it.

"You mean I can fight dark magic with dark magic?"

Ian scratched his head while doing the questions.

"As the headmaster, I would never teach a little wizard like this."

Albus Dumbledore blinked.

"I'll just tell him that magic can fight magic."

His voice sounded full of teasing.

(End of this chapter)