I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 441 Exam in Progress

Parvati Petil blushed with excitement upon hearing Professor Toford's praise.

Then, after noticing Irving.

She immediately turned to look at him, smiled kindly, and waved to him.

Irving nodded in response.

Parvati Petil is a member of DA. Judging from her actions just now, the test content was nothing more than simple levitation and hovering spells.

It's quite simple; most members of the DA can cast these kinds of spells silently or even without a staff.

"That's wonderful. Hogwarts is full of talented people," Professor Marchban said in his trembling old voice. "I've seen too many surprises today."

Alright, let's begin. I'm looking forward to seeing what magic you'll unleash. Now, Mr. Rozier, please let this egg cup perform a few side flips for me.

"Okay," Irving replied.

Then, the egg cup in front of him floated up and easily stopped in mid-air.

"Wandless and silent spellcasting?" Professor Marchban gave him a second look, but wasn't too surprised, probably because Hermione and Harry had already surprised her before.

"Exquisite skill, clearly highly proficient, even surpassing some Aurors."

She quickly jotted notes in her notebook.

Irving simply smiled and remained silent.

It's an implicit acceptance that these spells are too easy for him.

"Before the exam, Albus told me that I was the best student Hogwarts had ever had."

"Even surpassing Hermione Granger, who is known as the heir to Gryffindor."

"I did teach her some magic," Owen said casually.

"Hmph—you're really not modest." Professor Machiban clearly didn't quite believe what Dumbledore said. After all, the witch under the stars in the War of the Sea Gods had brought too much shock to the world, and it was hard to imagine that any young wizard could surpass her.

"I noticed your test paper this morning; you listed almost the entire historical evolution of the Levitation spell. I didn't know you had such a deep understanding of magic. Could you demonstrate a few? Of course, your performance going forward won't affect your current grade, if you want extra points."

"Okay." Irving nodded.

Then, he remained standing.

But the egg cup floating in the air began to split, turning from one into two.

Two became four.

"A copying spell without a wand or a sound?" Professor Machiban looked at Owen in surprise, then wrote a few more notes in his notebook. "Perfect skill. It's hard to imagine that someone your age could use spells to this extent."

Before she could finish speaking, the egg cup in the air had already split into twelve.

Then they began to descend from high to low.

Floating around.

"The professorship is over," Irving said.

"The end?" Professor Machiban's eyes widened. The floating egg cups were all floating in different ways. Some swayed constantly, some rose and fell, some trembled constantly, and some even had their surfaces scorched.

These spells are the precursors to levitation spells, invented by wizards throughout history to make objects float.

Professor Machiban certainly wouldn't recognize all twelve spells, but as a senior professor at the examination board, she could probably recognize seven or eight ancient versions of the Levitation Charm.

And all of these can be matched one by one.

"Incredible—" Professor Machiban finally spoke after a long while, her eyes fixed on Owen, filled with disbelief.

She was shocked not only because Owen knew about the twelve levitation spells.

Instead, he can cast twelve spells silently and without a staff within a few seconds.

What a terrifying power this is!

She felt absolutely no trace of the other party casting a spell.

It's fair to say that if it weren't for all the cups around her, she would have suspected that the boy opposite her hadn't done anything at all.

"That's amazing, absolutely brilliant! I've never seen anyone cast a spell like that before," she exclaimed excitedly.

"Beyond imagination," Professor Toford agreed. "A brilliant levitation spell, an absolutely superb casting technique."

"Alright, Owen, you can go now." Professor Machiban paused, looked up at the surrounding egg cups, and added, "Hmm, tidy up these cups..."

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A minor incident.

This is nothing to Irving.

He had grasped the fundamentalist principles for several years and had gained a slight understanding of them.

For him, who possesses ancient magic.

Modern spells, whether they are defense spells against the dark magic or dark magic itself.

He can use the principle of causality to deduce spells.

A curse—just like the Hogwarts established by its four founding fathers.

It wasn't something that could be achieved overnight.

The Hogwarts of 1,500 years ago is certainly different from the Hogwarts of 1,000 years ago.

The castle must have been smaller at the beginning than it is now.

Hogwarts has reached its current size thanks to the expansions made by successive headmasters and the board of trustees.

The same goes for spells; every incantation and every swing of the staff has been refined by wizards throughout the ages.

Even the Spell of Shadows invented by Professor Snape was built on the shoulders of giants; he couldn't have invented a spell out of thin air.

Inspiration and ideas must also come from some ancient spell.

Under the principle of causality, the curse was like a thick history book in Owen's eyes. He could freely flip through the pages to see what the curse looked like at a certain point in time.

The only thing that bothered him was the magic required to peruse the history book. The more powerful the spells, the more magic he needed to use. That's why, so far, he'd only figured out spells like the Levitation Charm.

In reality, what limits him is not magic, but only interest.

Magic power—like physical strength—can be restored. Even if he studies one spell a day, he can master 365 spells a year.

But figuring out the past forms of so many spells is ultimately pointless. It's a complete waste of time.

He only needs to master the evolutionary history of a few key spells to serve as reference material for inventing new spells.

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In the evening, everyone completely relaxed.

After a day of exams, the group suddenly realized that the exam questions were far too easy, and were definitely not designed for first and second graders.

Some well-meaning people even gave today's test questions to the second-grade wizards, letting them try to do them as a practice test in advance.

The result was that, except for some spells from higher grades that the professors hadn't taught yet, most of the young wizards could answer the questions.

Grades – getting a passing grade or even a good grade is not a problem.

At dinner, the Great Hall was filled with laughter and joy, and even Hermione and Hannah relaxed.

The noise rose and fell in waves.

We chatted until very late.

Tuesday is the Transfiguration exam.

The written test in the morning was generally more difficult than the Spells class.

In particular, the theoretical exam on transfiguration was filled with complex spell models that candidates had to analyze.

This time, Irving didn't have much room to maneuver, since these models all have standard answers, like math problems—one plus one can't equal Godzilla, right?

in the afternoon.

The practical exam tested the Conversion Spell and the Vanish Spell.

A transformation charm is a spell that can transform two items into one another, such as turning water into juice.

This is second-grade knowledge.

Hermione learned and mastered this magic when she was in first grade.

During the exams, many professors came to watch Hermione's performance.

After all, she created a massive lava behemoth at the World Cup back then, which was incredibly impressive despite the involvement of other junior wizards.

Hermione was very humble in the face of the praise. In fact, she used the magic very crudely back then. Looking at it now, two years later, it was a miracle that she was able to keep the lava from collapsing.

Irving didn't do anything strange after entering the exam room.

Because Professor McGonagall, who had been missing for half a day, was standing not far from him.

A pair of eyes stared straight at him.

This made Irving abandon the idea of ​​transforming the ferret in front of him into a dragon.

They simply turned it into the Hufflepuff Cup.

Of course—it's still silent and without a stick.

Although Professor McGonagall kept an eye on him, he wasn't the only mischievous little wizard.

Harry transformed his lizard into a small giant several feet tall.

He looks like Hagrid's brother.

He looked at his masterpiece with great pride, and then used a vanishing spell to make it disappear in the examiner's astonished eyes.

He immediately won applause from all the professors present.

It looks like Harry will definitely get an 'A' in this class.

Wednesday is the herbalism exam. That's one of Irving's strengths.

That's his main battlefield!

However, the practical exam that day went awry; their original exam content was to take care of a pot of venomous geraniums.

Professor Sprout brought the wrong thing; she brought a completely new and magical plant, the Multi-Headed Man-Biting Cabbage.

Irving's creation is like a Cerberus; this cabbage has three florets, and biting into it feels like chewing a rolling ball, with teeth everywhere.

Moreover, even if you damage a cauliflower, just like with a regular cabbage, it will spit out the bad layer, peel off a new layer, and that new layer will be brand new teeth.

Each cauliflower floret has seven or eight layers!

Ha—this is absolutely the greatest biting cabbage in history—no—it's the killer cabbage.

The cabbages that jumped out of the box were like wild horses, gnawing on everything in sight.

Once you see it bite holes in steel, you won't doubt its fighting power.

The young wizards had to pause their exams and help Professor Sprout catch the kale.

Meanwhile, Irving was laughing heartily.

After a fierce battle between man and food, he came up with a new idea.

A brand new grade of kale is coming soon!

Ha ha--

In short, on that day—after the exams, every young wizard had some holes in their cloaks.

The following Thursday is the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam.

This is everyone's strength.

Everyone was full of confidence.

I didn't encounter any difficulties in the written exam. In the practical exam, I was tested on breaking and defending against spells, and then on dealing with Boggart.

Kyrie Irving has never been a big fan of Bogut.

What you're afraid of should be considered a matter of personal privacy!

Exposing one's weaknesses in public is tantamount to revealing them to others.

Moreover, in order for Boggart to see his own mind, he had to open his mind and stop the Occupy Central technique.

Harry ran into trouble here. He involuntarily activated Occlumency, causing the Boggart in front of him to remain a cloud of silver mist without changing.

He was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks, which surprised the examiners. It wasn't until Professor Lupin, who was in charge of the examination, came over and reminded him to stop the Occlusive surgery that Boggart made a move.

Then, unsurprisingly, Voldemort appeared in the Great Hall.

Owen was dismissive of this; this Boggart was far too weak. He knew the extent of Harry's mastery of Occlumency; so far, it was only enough to empty his mind.

Even with this level of protection, Bogut couldn't see through it; it's really weak.

The commotion at the scene was far more than just Harry's Voldemort.

Hermione's Boggart is him, bloodstained and dying.

The little witch was momentarily dazed, but quickly realized it was fake.

Hannah saw a green light and a cold corpse. Owen knew it was her aunt—who had died in front of Hannah years ago.

Luna's Boggarts consisted of even more corpses, including Owen, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and a host of her friends.

This put immense pressure on the examiners and Professor Lupin, who was in charge of maintaining order. Strengthening the mental health of the young Hogwarts wizards had become an urgent matter.

Among the group, Irving's Bogut was the most unconventional.

The rusty cabinet opened in front of him, and after a cloud of black mist, a slender figure stepped out.

It's a girl.

She looks almost exactly like Irving.

"Hmm?" Professor Machiban said in surprise, "This is—you're afraid of yourself?"

"Or is it?" She keenly noticed that the Owen Boggart transformed into was different from the real Owen—after all, one had a calm chest while the other had a full one. "Are you afraid of becoming a girl?"

Professor Marchban, suppressing a laugh, came to an absurd conclusion.

Owen could only roll his eyes at this. How could he explain it? It was because that Outer God looked like him—no, he was becoming more and more like that Outer God.

"Damn it—my reputation is ruined!" Owen covered his forehead, and with just a wave of his hand, he banished the Boggart back into the box.

Professor Machiban suppressed a laugh and quickly scribbled in his notebook.

His reputation was ruined.

After receiving Professor Marchban's permission, Owen planned to leave immediately.

But at that moment, another accident occurred in the auditorium.

Ron, who had just arrived, witnessed a shocking scene when he faced Boggart at another test site.

Silvery-gray mist spread out from the cabinet, and then countless wisps of mist slowly condensed.

The mist slowly solidified, revealing a pale, ashen face.

Then came the other three.

Those were four young wizards who had been tortured terribly, their mouths filled with Deadroot and struggling hysterically.

That scene only appeared for a fleeting moment.

Professor Lupin, quick-witted and agile, immediately waved his wand, and a gray spell shot straight at Boggart, banishing him back into the cupboard.

The scene fell silent, though most people didn't notice what was happening.

However, the proctoring professors and students from several nearby test centers all witnessed this scene.

Professor Lu Ping's face darkened, and he immediately dispelled the strange looks around him.

Then they whispered to the proctor.

The atmosphere at the scene became even more somber.

About ten seconds later, the proctor looked at Ron with a somber expression and a gaze that was both sympathetic and admiring.

His lips moved slightly, then he spoke gently, "I feel very sad that a young wizard your age has to face these things—well—well, I've learned from other young wizards that many young wizards at Hogwarts can summon a Patronus, if they can."

He was giving Ron a way out.

Strictly speaking, if a young wizard cannot defeat Boggart, he has failed the exam.

You'll get zero points.

Of course—casting a Guardian Charm is much more difficult than casting a Boggart Expulsion Charm. If he can cast it successfully, then getting an 'excellent' grade in this exam is definitely not a problem.

However, although this step is easy for most young wizards...

Some junior wizards mastered the Patronus Charm last year or even the year before.

Ron was naturally included in this group.

He also often used the Guardian Deity to beat up Pikachu.

However—it is clear that it would be very difficult for Ron to cast the Patronus Charm at this time.

He looked extremely unwell, standing to one side trembling, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his hands shaking uncontrollably.

He was completely dazed, clearly deeply shocked. The fragments of memory lingered in his consciousness like a nightmare, making it impossible for him to concentrate.

Seeing this, Professor Lu Ping sighed helplessly, and then spoke to the proctor.

"Let it rest for a while!" Professor Marchban suddenly walked over. "Let the other young wizards take their exams first, and put him last."

"Yes, Professor," said Ron's proctor.

"Thank you!" Professor Lupin said gratefully.

"It's alright, I know some things, those things—I just hope it can be history, and that no one will ever mention it again." Professor Marchban sighed softly, then returned to her examination center.

This scene was witnessed by Owen, who had just reached the entrance of the auditorium. He once again had the idea of ​​erasing Ron's memory, but he quickly realized that this was not the key issue at the moment.

The exam is still ongoing.

A heavy feeling filled the air above the auditorium.

Like dark clouds about to bring a storm.

Irving stood in front of the door, lost in thought.

Take a deep breath.

His palm touched the door of the auditorium.

The oak door exudes a warm, smooth feel, as if telling a story that never ends.

The weathered wooden door is carved with the emblems of the four colleges.

The intricate patterns are still clearly visible.

It is the unseen many who sculpted it.

Seeing this, Owen pondered for a moment, then pushed hard with both arms, and the door creaked open completely.

Inside the auditorium, all the professors looked at him, wondering what Irving was trying to do.

Outside the door.

Hermione and Harry were chatting quietly.

A large number of young wizards had gathered in the courtyard, most of whom had just finished their exams, while others had come to watch the spectacle.

For example, the twins were mingling in the crowd, peddling their improved version of the energy drink to the fifth-year wizards.

(End of this chapter)