Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 264 Exam
After June arrived, the worst thing that could happen at Hogwarts finally occurred.

In the morning, the usually bustling auditorium was eerily quiet. The students looked somber, no one was in the mood to chat, and they mechanically ate their breakfasts, which tasted bland.

Even the owls stopped outside the castle instead of delivering letters and packages directly to the students as before, as if they too knew what was about to happen inside the castle.

At eight o'clock, several hunched old wizards walked into the hall. As they passed by, the students around them didn't dare to breathe.

"For so many years, Hogwarts students have remained the same, always treating exams as a terrible thing." Professor Marchban, who is over 150 years old this year, sighed. "In fact, exams are just a summary of what has been learned; they are as ordinary as a sandwich or a late-night snack."

“Perhaps you are right, but this sandwich is certainly not the kind of thing most students would like,” Dumbledore said with a smile. “It’s like how I still dream of myself sitting in the exam room at NEWT, and then I wake up suddenly realizing I’ve forgotten my wand.”

“But Albus, you never forget your wand during exams.” Professor Marchban looked at him, her tone certain. “I remember it very clearly.”

“It is my honor,” Dumbledore said with a smile.

The group ate some toast and boiled potatoes before leaving the auditorium again.

But this also means that the exam has officially begun.

Xiren glanced at his exam schedule.

Nine o'clock, transformation

Lunch
One point, a curse
That's great, the first one is his specialty, transformation.

Siron and the other third-year students arrived at the Transfiguration exam room, where Professor McGonagall was already waiting, along with Professor Marchban.

With a vice-principal and a chief examiner from the Examinations Authority, and without Dumbledore's involvement, this was probably the most impressive lineup, and of course, the most stringent... No one could cheat under their noses.

Even students who had such thoughts all quietly disposed of the props they had prepared in advance after seeing the two people in the examination room.

"Hannah Abbott!" Professor McGonagall began calling roll, in the same order as at the beginning of the semester.

“I knew it…” Hannah said wistfully. Every time this happened, she would feel annoyed that her name was at the top of the list.

Does anyone know how much pressure the first person to take the exam is under?

they do not know!
Because no matter the year or the subject, she was always the first one to enter the exam room, and this time was no exception.

Hannah walked heavily into the examination room, leaving behind only a desolate figure.

Siren was positioned in the middle to back, with Harry right behind him.

Harry was looking down and muttering something to himself. After listening carefully for a while, Siron realized that he was reciting the basic rules of Gump's Transfiguration.

Xilun really wanted to tell him that this was content that would only be tested in the first grade, and that such basic questions would no longer be asked in the third grade.

In addition, this is a practical exam; the written exam will be held in a few days.

However, judging from Harry's expression, Siren thought it was better not to remind him, at least he wouldn't be so nervous when he had something to do.

The exam went very quickly; we arrived in West London very soon.

He walked in, and Professor McGonagall's previously serious expression instantly relaxed.

“The exam content is to turn this into a turtle.” She pointed to a table in front of her, on which sat a brown teapot.

Siren waved his wand.

In the blink of an eye, the teapot disappeared, replaced by a tortoise the size of a fist. Not only were the patterns and designs on its shell clearly visible, but it was also slowly crawling on the table.

Without any controversy, both Professor McGonagall and Professor Marchbanne drew a big O on the report card. However, students like Siron were in the minority; most of the students who turned into tortoises had various problems.

"I transformed into a turtle carrying a teapot lid... Do you think this kind of creature might actually exist?"

Should turtles exhale steam?

"Will I lose points if the patterns on the turtle's shell are the same as those on a teapot?"

"I think I turned the teapot into a sea turtle, which will definitely cost me points, right?"

Everyone around was furious and turned to look at Hermione, who had spoken.

Everyone is sharing wrong answers, so why are some people showing off?
The difference between a turtle and a sea turtle is roughly equivalent to the difference between writing homework by hand and writing in cursive script... In short, there is no difference.

Hermione was completely unaware that she had become the center of attention, and was still making a fuss about all the mistakes she had made.

Listening to what she said, it was as if she had completely failed the Transfiguration test.

But Harry knew very well that when the report cards came out in a few days, she would definitely get an O... because that's how it had been for the past two years.

Hermione continued rambling on, and the people around her grew increasingly angry.

Harry and Ron finally couldn't stand it anymore, so they rushed forward, grabbed Hermione, and ran out of the crowd.

Then, everyone quickly finished lunch and immediately went back upstairs to take the spell test.

The content is a happiness spell, which requires two people to work together and each person casts a spell on the other.

As soon as Professor Flitwick finished explaining the requirements, Celen rushed to Hermione's side and they were easily assigned to the same group.

Neville, who was originally standing next to Siren, became Seamo's partner.

This gave Xilun a slight sense of relief.

As it turned out, his decision was absolutely correct.

Ten minutes later, a loud sobbing suddenly came from the examination room... It was Simo, who was sitting on the ground, crying bitterly, his eyes red.

Neville, who was opposite him, wasn't in much better shape; his hair was emitting wisps of smoke, and there was a faint smell of burning.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw. How come it was Neville who was injured, but it was Seamus who was crying so hard?

Only Siron clicked his tongue, thankful that he had reacted quickly enough and hadn't been grouped with Neville.

As a friend, Neville is undoubtedly reliable, but when it comes to magic, it's safer to stay away from him.

Oh, and Harry's group too.

No one knows what Harry did, but Ron suddenly burst into hysterical laughter that he couldn't stop.

There was nothing else Professor Flitwick could do but have someone take him to a quiet room next door and wait for the spell's effects to weaken before he could take his exam.

Fortunately, Xiren didn't have this concern. Hermione cast a standard Happiness Charm, and Xiren felt a sense of ease. The bright sky, the melodious chirping of insects and birds, everything made him feel happy and relaxed.

The effects of the happiness mantra only weakened slightly by the time the exam was over. To put it another way, it felt like a low-cost version of Felix Felicis, but far less effective.

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(End of this chapter)