【Harry Potter's Strongest Senior】【】

The month and a half before the holiday is a torment for the fifth and seventh graders.

Cassius looked as if he hadn't slept for a few days, listless and tired.

"Cheer up, the exam is coming tomorrow." Sean cheered.

Cassius said weakly, "I can't cheer up, I have been insomnia for several days, the pressure is too great."

"Is it so exaggerated? It's not because of exam syndrome." Sean said. "Don't be so nervous, at worst, you will go to Diagon Alley to sell fruit in the future."

"Thank you, I was comforted." Cassius said with a sad face.

Chris patted Sean, "Don't tease him, he's already nervous enough."

Compared to the nervousness of the examinees, Sean was in a very good state in this short period of time. In less than half a month, he mastered two new magics, which he learned from his teammates during the summer vacation on Alcatraz.

A "waterspout", learned secretly from Constantine, this trick forced the octopus crab out of the water, it is an intermediate magic, 12 magic frames.

A Newt's freezing magic "Quick Freeze", which restrains the octopus crab who wants to escape, 14 magic frames.

Learning new magic is one thing, and on the other hand, thanks to the help of the magic recovery circle, Sean consumes mana and recovers mana more frequently, which increases the upper limit of his mana power.

Putting it in the game can be compared to proficiency. Swinging a sword a thousand times in a row can increase one level, and Sean can swing faster than others.

On the day of the exam, the Ministry of Magic sent people to deliver the exam papers, as well as the staff who assisted the professors in grading.

Whether it was the written test or the practical test, Sean performed very stably, but in the practical test, he did not use a wand or cast spells silently, but behaved like other candidates.

The one-and-a-half-week devil's exam week is finally over at the end of June, and the final results will be mailed home in early July.

Some families were happy and some were sad. Students with good grades talked and laughed happily, and those with mediocre grades were relieved. Cassius's heart was ashamed.

"This summer vacation, let me go to your bar to serve dishes." Cassius said to Sean.

"Why, you want to do a summer job?" Sean asked.

"No, I'll just drop out of school and take a long-term job with Old Tom." Cassius' words made Sean dumbfounded.

Sean joked, "Old Tom is very picky, you might as well go to the Pig's Head Bar and sell barbecue."

"I burst into tears." Cassius said.

Chris, who was on the side, saw Cassius's cuteness, and smiled, "Okay, you will go home on vacation tomorrow, and we still have to stay in school for selection."

During this period, the 28 students in the improvement class, especially the 4 students in the fifth grade in the improvement class were under the greatest pressure. Not only did they have to prepare for the exam, but they also had to train two nights a week.

And before July 15th, the list of participating students from each school must be reported to the organizing committee.

Since the seventh grade has graduated, the selection will be carried out among the remaining 8 sixth graders and 4 fifth graders in the advanced class. Of course, after this summer vacation, the sixth grade will become the seventh grade, and Sean will also be promoted. I entered the sixth grade.

"It shouldn't be a big problem to choose ten out of 12 people." Cedric's friend said.

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Cedric corrected, "Nine out of 12 were selected, and Sean was the default."

The school will be on holiday tomorrow, and the internal selection for the Goblet of Fire is scheduled for the day after tomorrow, July 1st.

"Chris, come on, I hope to see you in the arena." Cassius left a message of encouragement for Chris before leaving school, and the friends of other candidates also encouraged their friends in the same way.

"I'm so envious of the seniors. I didn't have the chance to see the four-school friendly match, and I didn't have the chance to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. I wish I had been born two years earlier." Hermione said with emotion after getting on the train leaving school.

"I can't save you," Ron said.

Harry didn't say a word at the side, and agreed that Sirius would find a relationship to let him also participate in the selection, and now he got on the train leaving school.

After a day's rest, 12 advanced class students, plus Sean gathered in the auditorium, and Dumbledore stood on the stage and said.

"The quota for the Goblet of Fire next semester will be selected from among you."

The candidates below looked at me, I looked at you, and looked at each other, but no one looked at Sean.

"Except for Sean, among the 12 of you, 9 will be selected within today and will be reported to the organizing committee. Age or grade will not be considered in the selection. It all depends on your daily study and accumulation, the use of knowledge, and the greatest play. own talents."

When it comes to talent, the candidates below are still a little confident, especially the eight prospective seventh graders. From their point of view, Chris, Cedric, Angelina, and Roger are just here to go Go through the motions.

The final list must be Xiao En plus eight of them, plus one lucky person to make up ten people.

"Professor, what is the format of the selection?" asked a prospective seventh-grade Gryffindor student.

"You have to experience it yourself." Dumbledore put it off, "Then the selection begins now."

"Ah." Sean was also a little surprised by such a rapid development, what kind of method Lao Deng would use to assess them.

Dumbledore took out a handful of taffy from his pocket, and everyone couldn't figure out what old Deng was going to do.

"Come on, everyone come to me to get a candy, and relax before the selection begins." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Everyone had different ideas. Penero, who had experience in competitions, carefully counted the candies in Lao Deng's hands, and there were exactly 12 candies, which meant that he had only prepared 12 candies in his pocket in advance.

Others stepped forward and took one casually, and some saw that Penello did not move, and imitated her to stay still.

"Sister, you are too cautious." Sean walked to Penero and said. HTTPs:

This senior, who was one year older than him, had fought side by side with him in the four-school friendly match, so it can be said that he learned a lot in that match.

"This is different from the four-school competition~lightnovelpub.net~ At that time, each grade was determined by default, and now these guys are strong competitors, so it's better to be careful." Penero said.

Sean looked at the candy with his magical eyes, and it didn't have the slightest magic power, as if it was indeed candy.

However, while she was still cautious, someone had already opened the taffy and started eating it.

"Oh, there's something in it, it looks like 6," said Roger, a prospective sixth-year Ravenclaw.

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Cedric, who was fairly familiar with him, leaned forward to take a look, and there was a number written on the toffee wrapper.

"You don't seem to be 6, but 9." Cedric said.

Then he opened his own candy, "This one is 6 for me."

It turned out that there were numbers on the wrapping paper, and those who had taken the candy opened it one after another, while those who hadn't got the candy were still watching.

At this time Dumbledore said, "Don't be nervous, this has no special meaning, it's just a simple draw to determine the order of selection."

"This old man has quite a lot of tricks." Sean thought to himself.

Chris also quickly opened the wrapping paper, with 11 written on it.

The rest of the people who didn't take it also took the candy and unwrapped it, and everyone got the order of their selection.

The cautious Penero drew No. 1, but he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

"Next, in order, go to the room at the corner on the third floor one by one. After the previous one comes back, the next one will pick up. Who is the one who drew number 1?" Dumbledore looked at the 12 people.

Penero raised his hand a little nervously, "It's me."