A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 117 Exam Week

Dumbledore's gaze swept across everyone's faces, and then he shook his head happily and looked up at the ceiling, pretending not to see their small movements.

"Ever since Harry told me how you got through those levels, I've wanted to meet you brave little guys," he said briskly, "the doors here are really hard to find, aren't they ? Even though I've been in Hogwarts for so many years, I still can't guarantee that I won't get lost in the castle..."

Dumbledore's gentle attitude and relaxed tone obviously didn't seem like he was here to inquire about the crime, which made the little wizards who were a little guilty put their minds down a little, but they were still very nervous.

"I've always heard Harry praise your ingenuity, but I didn't expect to see such a harmonious scene when I came here." Dumbledore's shining blue eyes looked at Owen through the half-moon glasses, "You have Amazing level of knowledge and a great teacher Mr Shafiq."

"Too high, sir." Owen responded modestly and politely with a smile on his face.He considered the purpose of Dumbledore's coming here in his heart, and he didn't know whether Dumbledore was the first to mention him intentionally or unintentionally, but he had to brace himself to deal with it.

Dumbledore withdrew his gaze, walked slowly into the classroom, sat on a chair, and said kindly with a smile: "Mr. Longbottom, you were the first to identify the devil's net and give you a way to deal with it. Excellent herbal knowledge."

Neville's round face was flushed red, and he faltered and fumbled incomprehensible words. The excitement and shame of being flattered made him at a loss for what to do.Asking himself, he didn't play much role in the process of breaking through the level. He could only secretly make up his mind to work harder.

Seeming to see through Neville's psychological activities, Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder, and said encouragingly: "You may not realize what a great thing you have done, just the courage to face danger for your friends is enough. Admirable enough. Of course, all of you are."

"Ah, and Mr. Malfoy, you showed excellent flying skills with Harry when you broke through the level, and you also contributed a lot to Professor McGonagall's chess game..." Dumbledore looked at Derby who was standing far away. Raco.

Draco's pale face was slightly flushed, and his expression was mixed with two completely different emotions of joy and embarrassment, which looked extremely weird.He gave the other a covert glance with his gray eyes. Praise is all right, but can you leave the chess game alone?
Dumbledore winked at him mischievously, and then looked at Owen again: "Mr. Shafik, you worked brilliantly with your friends to end that chess game, and also defeated a giant monster by yourself. It's amazing."

With the most timely smile on Owen's face, he said cheerfully: "I didn't expect it to go so smoothly, Mr. Dumbledore, I can only say that it just happened at the right time."

"No, opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared." Dumbledore looked at Hermione again, "And Miss Granger calmly conducted a wonderful logical reasoning in the face of the fire..."

Hermione's cheeks turned pink.

"Of course, there are still people who will never leave to escort their friends outside..." Dumbledore called everyone's name one by one, "You have excellent qualities, and I hope you can maintain your original aspirations today."

The little wizards completely relaxed amidst praises, and even Crabbe and Goyle laughed foolishly.

"Please forgive my uninvited visit today, in fact, I have always wanted to meet you." Dumbledore smiled like a child, "After all, you are the first to become my students this year. Well, why Don't you continue your practice? Your learning progress has exceeded my expectations, and it seems that I am not of much use."

"Thanks to Owen for helping me," said Harry, grinning and winking at Owen.

The corner of Owen's mouth twitched slightly, thank you for turning Dumbledore's attention to me again.Why did he think Harry was such a fool?

The little wizards continued to practice waving their wands with smiles on their faces, and they were full of energy to express themselves. The joy of being affirmed and praised made them seem to have greatly accelerated the speed of mastering the spell. Even those who have been paddling for many years Both Crabbe and Goyle swung their wands vigorously, although their posture looked more like punching.

Dumbledore looked at everyone's enthusiasm for learning with a smile, then looked at Owen who was still sitting there holding a book, and asked, "Have you mastered this spell, Mr. Shafik?"

Owen looked at his gentle but sharp blue eyes, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said honestly: "I haven't mastered it yet, Mr. Dumbledore." He really wanted to follow the trend and lied that he had mastered it He could not learn this white magic, but that would also cut off his retreat, because a lie often needs more lies to make up.

"I think so." Dumbledore nodded, and then explained with a smile, "This is a passive spell, and I haven't found its brilliance on you... You know, when a person is more knowledgeable , will always be much more sensitive to fluctuations in magic power."

"And this spell is a little invention I'm quite proud of." He looked deeply at Owen and suggested, "Then why don't you practice with them?"

"I don't like calling those good memories frequently to cast spells." Owen played with his wand calmly, "That would make me feel like I'm overdrawing them, and I don't think it's very good."

It was impossible for him to practice that spell in front of Dumbledore, because he had long since discovered that not only was he unable to learn this kind of white magic, but practicing it forcibly might cause terrible mutations in the spell, and even backfire on him.As for waving his wand for a show... Dumbledore couldn't have missed it, unless he was blind.

Facing this problem, Owen understands that his best way to deal with it is to do nothing, because the more he does, the more mistakes he will make.

"You think so?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, his eyes became a little darker, "Memories are not blasphemy..."

Owen pursed his lips, and no longer insisted on this somewhat untenable reason. He looked at the book in his hand and said, "I just don't want to be exposed to this type of magic so early... You know, sir, they are very harmful to people. It has a certain impact. I think I should focus on more appropriate places now until I feel that I have made a decision."

"It seems that you have understood the essence and characteristics of black and white magic a long time ago. This is a very smart and sensible approach." Dumbledore smiled knowingly, and said slowly, "However, I think you have overlooked the point of view. Premise. Only when you have immersed in it for many years and delved deeply, and you have gone deep enough on this road, you often need to consider this issue. Just dabbling in this field will not have much impact, we You shouldn't give up eating because of choking, right?"

Owen raised his eyes and stared into Dumbledore's eyes, nodded in agreement, no longer reacted passively, but counterattacked: "But, Mr. Dumbledore, don't you think you are eager for quick success? These profound spells Are skills and skills really what we should be in touch with now?"

Dumbledore's eyes flickered for a moment, then he closed his eyes and sighed, gently stroked his gloved right hand, and said in a somewhat erratic tone: "Ah, I don't know. A person always looks back suddenly Only then will I realize that there are still so many things to do..."

Owen nodded politely, then looked down at his advanced theory of spells, his quill was "swish" writing and drawing in the notebook.

Time passed by, and the little wizards had made some progress in their practice, and the party was coming to an end.Owen looked up after turning over the last page of the book in his hand, only to find that Dumbledore was staring at him deeply, with a somewhat solemn expression in his expression.

"Mr. Dumbledore?" Owen asked in confusion.

"Ah, I should go, I accidentally missed the time." Dumbledore glanced at the time as if he had just recovered, smiled at him, stood up and stretched his arms.He corrected everyone's bad habits and misunderstandings when practicing the spell one by one, then smiled and waved his hands and left.

Owen stared silently at his receding figure, and slowly narrowed his eyes.He couldn't see what Dumbledore meant, and he didn't know if the other party had discovered something.

"Haha, Dumbledore praised me." Blaise patted Owen on the shoulder all of a sudden, "I think I should write those words out, then frame them and hang them on the wall!"

"Great, don't tell anyone I know you in the future." Owen waved his paw away.

"Hey, it seems that Dumbledore is not completely stupid." Draco raised his chin proudly, and his tail almost went up into the sky.Although under the influence of his father, he has always had some opinions on Dumbledore, and usually secretly said bad things about him, but now he feels that he can barely change his opinion of Dumbledore, um, just a little bit.

The party ended with joy and joy, and the little wizards returned to their colleges to continue their peaceful campus life.

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Time always flies by inadvertently, that thrilling night seems to have been a long time ago, even the little wizards seldom talk about this topic, and turn to other more interesting gossip topics.

During this period of time, Dumbledore's Defense Against the Dark Arts class has become everyone's most anticipated and favorite class. Of course, there are also many young wizards who love to learn who feel sorry because they can't listen to the principal's teaching of senior classes.I heard that those senior students learned a lot of interesting spells in class, which made many junior students who thought they had passed the theoretical level covetously.

The meeting of the study group was still going on, and they also started to learn some basic dueling spells, such as Obstacle Curse, Disarming Curse, Stunning Curse, etc.This is what Harry is best at. He seems to have really become a responsible little teacher, with a convincing power, like a bright sun.

Life in Hogwarts has completely returned to calm. As the weather became more and more sultry, the Forbidden Forest slowly returned to life. The burned trees and grass sprouted new shoots, and the animals who fled here gradually returned. .

Owen stood on a high ground in the Forbidden Forest that was not affected by the flames, looking at the half-black and half-green jungle in the distance. There was a newly buried small mound beside him.He said softly: "Professor Quirrell, although I have never liked you very much, but for the sake of my colleagues, I collected your body for you. For people like us, it should be considered good that someone collects the body Well... well, if you can accept cremation."

If you can't accept it, then treat him as destroying corpses and eradicating traces.

"Then, farewell." He waved his hand, and a white lily floated down, while Owen's figure had disappeared into the dense jungle.

As the exam week approached, the castle was filled with a tense study atmosphere.There are far fewer people playing outside between classes, the library is overcrowded, and the common room is eerily quiet, with few people playing and making noise.

Owen returned to the lounge where only the sound of pages turning and the sound of quill pens were left, quietly passed through the study-indulgent crowd to the place in front of the fireplace, and saw Harry's schoolbag on the armchair. Melet was still on her stomach.

Owen smiled at Harry who was helping him to occupy his seat, then curled up comfortably on the chair, yawned lazily, and sank into the space facing the wall.The members of the study group were all reviewing bitterly, and even this week's gathering was cancelled, and even Harry forgot to worry about it, and was obsessed with studying all day long.

This is a pain for Blaise, a guy who doesn't like to study. He was forced by Daphne to sit down and study obediently, flipping through the thick textbook with a sad face, staring at a pair of lively eyes and winking at Draco who was also distracted. .

In such a peaceful daily life, the exam week came quietly.

Owen took the quill with the anti-cheating spell, and finished writing the answer sheets one by one in the classroom that was as hot as a steamer.This kind of exam is not difficult for him, even the most tricky questions are just like that. He is very confident in his super memory.

After the written exam, there is a practical exam.Professor Flitwick of the Charms class had them line up into the classroom one by one, and chanted a spell to make a pineapple tap dance across the desk.

The people in the study group naturally finished it with ease, and even Neville did a good job.Of course, Gore's pineapple fell down and got up countless times, which moved Professor Flitwick to wipe away his tears and promised to give him some points as appropriate.

During the Transfiguration exam, Professor McGonagall asked them to turn a mouse into a snuff bottle.The snuff bottle conjured up by Owen also has three-dimensional exquisite reliefs, which made Professor McGonagall give it full marks with satisfaction.

Blaise's conjured snuff bottle still had a few mouse whiskers on it, but he didn't care, and celebrated by setting off a cannon in the corridor without hesitation.

The content of the Potions exam was to prepare a potion of oblivion, and Professor Snape wandered around Gryffindor almost the entire time, making Neville break out in a cold sweat.Recently, the relationship between Harry and Snape is very delicate, and the two are far away from each other like magnets that repel each other.

Halfway through, Crabbe's cauldron burst into the sky like soda pop that had been shaken for a long time, making Professor Snape lose his temper.Because this guy made every step of brewing the potion wrong, making Snape suspect that he was deliberately against himself.

However, the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam was special enough. Dumbledore set some interesting puzzles for the little wizards to use their spells and knowledge to solve them.This process is very interesting, er, or so Dumbledore thinks so.If it weren't for Dumbledore's promise to give points based on everyone's performance, many little wizards would almost cry.

When the last history of magic exam was over, the ghost of Professor Binns asked them to put down the exam papers, and all the little wizards in the classroom cheered.

Next, they will have a full week of free rest until the release of test results.

Gemma Farley, the Slytherin prefect, had brought all kinds of sweets from Hogsmeade, and some butterbeer and a lot of interesting knick-knacks, plus a big Pile up food and let the young Slytherin wizards go on an orgy in the common room.

At first, the students imitated the grown-ups and celebrated politely, but soon they stopped restraining themselves, and the laughter echoed in the lounge.A few fireworks flew up to the ceiling whirling, causing bursts of exclamation and laughter.

Melet was lying on the table and enjoying the food from everyone without hesitation, as if she would not stop eating until she became fat.Owen secretly drank a glass of butter beer, experiencing the faint taste of wine that he hadn't tasted for a long time.

"Minors are not allowed to drink, Owen." Harry appeared out of nowhere, took the cup from his hand, and said in a low tone.

Facing Owen's stare, he coughed lightly and said. "By the way, Mr. Dumbledore wants you to come to his office with me tonight."

"Huh?" Owen glanced at him first, then said calmly, "Oh."

(End of this chapter)