My understanding is incredible, I built a floating city in Hogwarts

In fact, the written test of Transfiguration is actually very difficult, and it is only for Levin.

The various complex spell models and theories make the young wizards feel dizzy. Despite Hermione's notes as a reference, Harry had forgotten the definition of the Transformation Charm and could only leave a regretful blank on the exam paper, secretly annoyed in his heart.

Thankfully, Harry did quite well in the practical exam, skillfully swinging his wand and turning the ferret in front of him into the shape of a cup.

As he left the examination room, he was surprised to see Professor McGonagall's lips tugging at the corners of her lips, as if she were about to smile.

Harry's heart warmed, and he swore that he would never be dazzled, but Professor McGonagall's smile was interrupted by Hannah Abbott at the next table before it could fully unfold.

Hannah gets dazed during the exam and turns her ferret into a flock of flamingos. Suddenly, there was chaos in the examination room, and people stepped forward to help catch the flamingos flying around.

The exam was interrupted for ten minutes, and it took a lot of effort to catch all the birds and send them out of the auditorium.

When Draco Malfoy of Slytherin saw the test subject in front of him, the ferret, his face instantly turned unsightly.

"Damn, why are these ferrets again!" he roared angrily in his heart, "they should all be fed to the Hippogriff!"

The ferret reminded him of his own experience last year at the hands of a fake Moody's.

However, his face still maintained the necessary elegance and calmness, and he quickly turned the ferret in front of him into a white coffee cup.

Under Levin's constant "training", Draco is no longer the little boy who loses his temper easily.

He struggled to maintain his pride as a pure-blood wizard and member of the Polymath Society, despite the resentment and anger in his heart. After completing his transformation, he saluted the teachers and strode out of the classroom.

When it was Levin's turn to play, Professor Tofodi wanted to test him again, but this time he didn't get a chance, because Professor Marchband had already stepped forward.

The questions for the exam were soon over, but Professor Marchband didn't seem to have any intention of letting Levine go, her eyes glinting with excitement and clearly more to look forward to.

"Something fresh, Levin, and show me what you're really capable of. She said enthusiastically, "These basic displays are not worthy of your fame." Back in the day, when Albus took the exam, I personally tested his transfiguration and spells, and the magic he performed with his wand was so amazing that I had never seen it before......"

Levin looked at the excited magical grandmother with some helplessness.

"What kind of magic would you like to see?" he asked tentatively.

"Forget about the magic Animagus, I've seen it. Professor Marchie waved his hand, "Give me some Transfiguration and let me see how good you are." "

Levine nodded, raised his wand, and aimed it at Professor March.

With a flash of light, the wrinkles on the professor's face gradually disappeared, and the skin slowly became smooth and delicate, and the whole person seemed to be reborn, much younger, looking only forty or fifty years old, but just looking at the smoothness of the skin, some people believe that they are twenty or thirty years old.

"It's amazing!'" Professor March' looked in the mirror, amazed.

However, Levine was not satisfied with this, he shook his head slightly, and said, "It's still far from it." "

He knew in his heart that what he really wanted was to achieve the effect of the [Transfiguration Technique] through the Human Transfiguration Technique, but there was still a gap between him and this goal.

[Transfiguration] can not only change the appearance of people, but also transform species, turning people into humanoid creatures - in short, it can turn people into strange forms such as cat girls, but the principle of this effect involves the field of real illusion, and if you want to achieve the same effect through simple transfiguration, you need more in-depth research and study.

Professor Tofodi and Professor Marchband took the lead, and then Levine became the object of all the professors' experiments.

They use the bonus as bait to induce Levine to display his endless magical abilities.

During the Defence Against the Dark Arts exam, a gray-haired professor even stepped forward, his eyes shining with excitement, wanting to have a fight with Levin.

It is said that he was a martial arts master of the last century, and although he is now old, he is full of fighting spirit.

Fighting this kind of old man was the most strenuous battle, and he had to carefully control his strength, both to show his strength and not to let the old professor get hurt.

If you're too weak, you'll just get beaten. But if you're too strong, you might fight for three minutes, and you'll have to get on your knees and beg him not to die.

All the professors who examined Levine praised him, unanimously agreeing that he was the last magician of the twentieth century.

Levin had to take a full twelve courses, the penultimate being the ancient runes.

The chief examiner for this course was a knowledgeable old professor who was very interested in Levin's alchemical items.

During the exam, the old professor chatted with Levin about the knowledge of ancient runes, and also involved some alchemy items made by Levin.

The old teacher listened with relish, and Levin not only answered all the questions of the old professor, but also put forward some deeper insights, and the old teacher also gave his own thoughts on these.

Levine was so impressed by his talent and knowledge that he decided to hire him as a member of the Arfa Consortium on the spot.

What is anti-customer-oriented? This is anti-customer-oriented.

After the exam, Levine walked out of the exam room.

As he walked out of the examination room, Levine heard the other party whisper to Flitwick on the side: "Among the students in this class, except for celebrity students like Levine Green, the other little wizards are also doing very well. Their strength and talent are much stronger than those of the previous little wizards. "

Of course, Levin's Erudite Society alone has trained a large number of excellent young wizards for Hogwarts, not to mention that the cram school offered by the Society has also greatly improved the test-taking ability of many young wizards.

The final exam was the history of magic, and it weighed like a heavy stone on the minds of all wizards. Although they had Hermione's notes in their hands, it was still not easy to review, because of all the subjects, the history of magic was the most to review, and the notes were three and a half feet high.

However, when the little wizards stepped into the examination room and faced the back-and-forth test paper, the apprehension and nervousness in their hearts miraculously calmed down.

After days of intense revision and one exam after another, they know that as long as they survive this last hurdle, they can usher in the long-awaited liberation, play freely, and enjoy the fun of the holiday.

Harry sat in the corner of the exam room, feeling like he was wrapped in exhaustion and anxiety.

He was so exhausted from his late study that he just wanted the exam to be over so he could go back and get some sleep. He stared at the first question on the test paper, but his mind was in chaos, as if all the knowledge was far away from him at this moment. He struggled to remember, and finally reluctantly wrote down an answer. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

However, his brain seems to have gone on strike, and many names have become blurry in his memory, as well as dates.

I don't know how much time has passed, but around him, the members of the Polymath Society have begun to submit their papers one after another. Harry glanced at Hermione and Levine's seats and saw that Hermione and Levine's seats were already empty, and it was clear that while he was struggling with answers, they had easily completed their papers and left the exam room.

Coming back to his senses, Harry's attention was drawn to the rustle of quills writing on parchment, like a swarm of running and hiding rats, haunting his ears.

The sun shone through the window on the back of his head, and the hot sensation upset him even more. He simply skipped the questions that gave him a headache and looked backwards for a question that he was sure to answer.

Finally, his eyes fell on Question 10: Please state what events led to the formation of the International Confederation of Wizards, and explain why the wizards of Liechtenstein refused to join.

Harry was comforted by the question, at least it was an area he knew something about. He began to recall what he had learned and slowly began to write on the test papers......

Harry closed his eyes and buried his face deep in his hands, struggling, desperately trying to recall the blurred fragments...... All around, the rustle of a quill on the parchment was like a drizzle, and the sand grains in the hourglass in front of them were sliding down one by one, as if counting the passage of time.

His mind drifted back to the dim, cool hallway of the Department of Mysteries.

He felt himself take resolute, decisive steps through three heavy doors, and once again found himself in the cathedral-like room full of shelves and balls. Those memories came like a tidal wave, drowning him.

Suddenly, a cold, high-pitched voice came out of his own mouth, without the slightest human kindness, as if it were a call from the depths of hell.

Get it for me...... Quick, take it down...... I can't touch it...... You can touch ......" Harry saw a pale, slender hand sticking out of the tip of his arm, clutching his wand tightly.

It was as if he had become a spectator, watching himself work his magic.

"[Drill the heart and cut the bones]!" the cold, high-pitched voice sounded again.

On the floor, a man screams in pain, his body twisting as if torn by an invisible force.

Harry saw a sinister smile on his face, he raised his wand, and the spell stopped. []

The man groaned and stopped moving.

"Lord Voldemort is waiting......" Harry said coldly at the sound of his own voice.

The man on the floor shook his arms and slowly lifted his shoulders a few inches off the ground and lifted his head. His face was haggard, bloodstained, and twisted with pain, but there was an unyielding sparkle in those eyes.

"I'm sure I'll do it in the end," the cold voice continued, "but you're going to have to take it down for me first, Blake...... Do you think you're already feeling pain? Think about it...... We have time, and no one can hear you scream......"

However, the moment Voldemort lowered his wand, someone suddenly screamed. The sound was so poignant and piercing that it seemed to pierce the silence of the air, and someone fell to the cold stone floor next to the hot table.

Everyone is in class and going to work today, and tomorrow we will resume the third watch.