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In the morning, William got up early in bed.

Being licked by Bobosa at the same time every day for eight consecutive years...he has formed a biological clock.

Anyway, he woke up at midnight recently, and he hadn't adjusted to the jet lag.

As soon as he looked up... good guy, the roommate actually got up.

It's so unscientific and unmagical.

You know, after five years of school career, they have become old fritters.

Usually the first class, but also to skip class depending on the situation. When I meet Professor McGonagall's class, I can get up fifteen minutes before the class, just on time, and enter the classroom calmly.

It can even solve the problem of breakfast.

Bradley sat on the edge of the bed and said with red eyes, "I'm so nervous, I didn't sleep much last night."

"Me too, I was afraid to sleep and wake up several times a night," Chambers said bitterly.

"I dreamed that Professor Flitwick brought the Auror to the examination room. He said I brought a cheat sheet and wanted to send me to Azkaban."

"..."

"I want to get up early and review it again. After all, the staff is sharp and thick." Marcos tugged at his hair.

He screamed suddenly.

"Ah... I lost my hair! It's over, am I going to be bald! I just turned sixteen!"

Sometimes, a person's collapse is often only in an instant.

William threw a few bottles of invigorating potions and said, "Drink some of them, and you will feel much better, at least you won't be sleepy during the exam."

The five walked out and came to the auditorium... There were already many fifth and seventh grade students sitting in the auditorium.

The 7th graders are okay, they have gone through the OWL exam and they have been through a lot of battles for a long time.

But the fifth-grade students were extremely nervous, and almost no one said anything.

Qiu Zheng practiced the spell in a low voice, the salt shaker on the dining table twitched in front of her;

Marietta quickly reviewed "Intermediate Potions", her eyes seemed a little confused.

Fleur was there, holding a copy of William's ancient rune notebook.

Seeing that William was coming, he threw it to him and asked him to help him ask possible test sites.

Students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are also taking their exams at Hogwarts.

At this time is also anxiously waiting.

"Is that the chief examiner?" Furong said suddenly.

William looked towards the door of the auditorium and saw Professor McGonagall walking out, standing with a small group of wizards who looked very old.

Many wizards William knew. At the award ceremony of the Merlin Medal that year, many wizards were present.

Dumbledore helped him expand his contacts.

Many of these wizards were even older than Dumbledore.

For example, Professor Marcheban, she was the examiner in Dumbledore's exam.

Time flies, almost a century later, she is still the chief examiner.

Professor Marchbank was clearly looking for Dumbledore, but the Headmaster was not at the school at this time.

He is moving around.

Professor Marchban also knew this, and he just asked a few questions and was taken to rest by Professor McGonagall.

After breakfast, the other grades went to class.

Seventh and fifth graders, wandering aimlessly in the foyer, like a nearly headless Nick;

Then, at half past nine, they were called back into the auditorium.

The auditorium has been rearranged.

The four college tables had been removed and replaced with many small single-person tables, all facing the staff table at the end of the auditorium, where Professor McGonagall stood alone.

Written test in the morning and practical class in the afternoon. The first one is the spell class.

When they were seated and quiet, Professor McGonagall glanced at the time and began to show the paper bag.

"Everyone is optimistic, they are all strictly sealed... After the test paper is sent out, check the front and back to see if there are any missing pages.

Fill in the name and student number, and then you can start answering the questions. "

The papers drifted to each table, and Professor McGonagall turned a giant hourglass on the table upside down and set it aside.

There are also spare quills, inkwells, and rolls of parchment on the table.

Bradley glanced at William, who gave him an encouraging look.

In the morning, he taught his roommates a lot of tips for filling cups in the exam room.

I saw that Bradley didn't rush to fill in the name, but browsed the paper slowly, and then used his strength to say softly but powerfully:

"Oh, I've done it all, there are a lot of original questions."

"..."

Many students heard this and looked at Bradley with hatred.

Bradley felt relieved, and he was instantly refreshed.

William nodded.

Very good, I believe that many students' psychological defense lines have cracked here.

William also opened the test paper and began to lower his head to write the answer.

He looked down at the first question:

It seems that Dumbledore has reported the progress of Hogwarts teaching to the Ministry of Magic.

Otherwise, there is no possibility of such a problem.

I saw the first title reads:

One of the Unforgivable Curses, the Killing Curse, is:

a) Arvada eats a big melon;

b) Avatar's life;

c) Avada Suomin;

c) the continent of Avalon;

d) Kingdom of Wakanda.

William just glanced at it and began to answer the questions quickly, almost every question without thinking.

Shabby, who was behind him, wanted to glance at the answer to the first question, but he didn't expect William to finish this and start turning the page.

Shabby was stunned and froze in his seat.

Turning the page with William, and his roommate Marcos, he only did the last multiple choice question on the page, so he was able to go so fast.

Marcos thought of William's explanation:

The sound of turning pages must be loud and crisp.

The power of this page turn is full of your contempt for the OWL exam, and the confidence of the simplicity of the exam paper.

The sooner you turn the page, the better, and it's best to turn the page after you've completed the multiple-choice questions. Turning the scroll will make a loud noise, making those candidates doubt their life.

Indeed... many students began to break down in their hearts, wishing to come up and beat Marcos.

William started his last performance~lightnovelpub.net~ After only half an hour, he stood up and walked towards Professor McGonagall.

"William, are you going to the toilet?" McGonagall glanced at the hourglass.

"No, I'm going to hand in the papers...I have an appointment in a while, let's go, Professor McGonagall."

William put the paper gently on the table, turned and walked outside.

There was an uproar in the auditorium.

"Quiet!"

Professor McGonagall froze for two seconds, reprimanded loudly, and then checked William's paper.

Well, nothing to check. It can be regarded as a standard answer.

Everyone was talking about it at lunch.

In the two-hour exam, William handed in the paper in half an hour, which caused everyone psychological and physical discomfort.

Sure enough, I was not suitable for school, so I should go out to work.

Many little wizards think so.

"Well, isn't it bad?" Sitting at the dining table, Qiu asked anxiously, the baguette still tightly in his hand.

"I'm not sure if I've answered all the copy spells, the time just ran out.

Did you write a windbreak spell? I seem to have misspelled the letter - and fifteenth question..."

Qiu couldn't help but confront William with the answer.

Anyway, his answer is definitely the standard answer.

William comforted: "Don't correct the answer after the test, it will affect the next test."

Many students just got their answers right after the test and then missed the next test.

Mind broke!

Bradley and Marcos were not in a good mood either.

Their coercion was pretending, but they didn't do well in the exam.

The most embarrassing thing is, don't get the final grades, and you don't get the curse certificate, that's too embarrassing.

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