Harry Potter's Bastard

"You can get started. "

Professor McGonagall stood there, and she turned a large hourglass upside down on the table, along with spare quills, inkwells, and rolls of parchment.

Solim flipped through the papers, picked up the quill provided by the school and began to answer.

The questions were surprisingly simple, the first one was about the levitation charm, writing the spell and then describing the wand wielding it—something a first-year student could answer.

Charms are a few subjects that Solim focuses on, not to mention this kind of first-year level exam questions, even if he is asked to take the seventh-grade N.E.W.T. now.

As with all exams that Solim knew, the first few questions in the paper were given marks. Really difficult questions - relatively difficult questions are all in the back.

Since it was a written exam, the questions on the paper involved a lot of spell theory, but this was not difficult for Solim at all, he was the one who designed and invented a spell himself, and he knew the most basic things by heart.

Halfway through, Professor McGonagall even brought Solim a bundle of spare quills, the tip of which he had dulled. While discussing the difference between breaking spells and counterspells, Professor McGonagall brought Solim a stack of parchment.

Solim's movement had apparently caught the attention of the older professors above.

"Who is that kid?Minerva?" asked Professor Tofodi, whispering, obviously not allowing Professor Marchie to speak during the invigilation, or she would have startled the students.

"Solim. Selwyn. Professor McGonagall said truthfully.

"Selwyn—" Professor Tofodi's eyes fixed on Solim, "it's a rare occasion that they're going to let their offspring attend Hogwarts." "

"Ahem—" Professor McGonagall cleared her throat twice, and Professor Tofodi immediately shut up, they really shouldn't have talked too much during the proctoring.

There was plenty of time for the Charms Theory exam, and Solim had a fifth left in the hourglass when he finished writing. Solim, who finished answering the question, did not go to check, and in his opinion, even a few careless places would not affect his "O" score.

Two hours passed, and the written test for the spell was finally over.

"Alright, it's time! stop writing!" Professor McGonagall said sternly, and she pulled out her wand.

In the wizarding world, not only is it difficult to cheat, but even the teacher is very quick when he collects the papers, and he will not give the students any chance at all. With a flick of his wand, Professor McGonagall flew at her with everyone's papers—even if someone was still struggling to write.

As soon as Solim stepped out of the Great Hall, Hermione rushed up from behind and grabbed his arm, fortunately this is Hogwarts, otherwise Solim would really overreact to Hermione.

"Solim, how many can produce happiness?" Hermione was clearly still focused on the papers, and as soon as she came up, she was like chanting a mantra and saying a lot of balabala: "I wrote a happy ......"

"Hermione......" Solim pulled Helim's hand down, "The test is over, you need to focus on the actual operation in the afternoon, not the ......"

"And that design question, is it just ...... when the spell is designed" Hermione obviously didn't hear what Solim was saying, she was now not so much trying to find Soly's right answer as she was venting her nervousness.

"Hermione!" Solim raised his voice, finally waking Hermione up.

"The written test is over, understand?" Solim saw that Hermione's hair was already knotted with sweat, "You're too nervous, if you're in this state, what are you going to do with the afternoon spell casting session?"

"You're right, Solim, you're right. Hermione took a deep breath, "But I can't help but be nervous, it's the O.W.L! ......"

"It's just' O. W.L, it doesn't matter much. Solim said: "And even if you fail the exam this time, you will all get P, and you can still take the exam next year - see that guy from our academy?"

Solim gestured to a burly guy in the crowd.

"Harry must be familiar with that guy. Solim looked at Harry, who had been silent just now, this kid was glad since he came out of the exam, it seemed that there should be no problem with the written test, at least he could mix "E", that is, "good"

"Marcus. Flint. Harry said, as Solim said, Harry was really familiar with the guy and his tactics on the pitch.

"Look at Hermione, there's an adult wizard over there who is still taking the O.W.L, what are you worried about?" Solim quipped, "With your level, even if you really fail this time, you will definitely be able to pass next year." And even if you don't get your O.W.L certificate this year, it won't affect your sixth-year course selection - the professors know your level and will definitely open the net. So, nervousness is really completely unnecessary. "

Solim's words did greatly ease Hermione's anxiety.

So, this time, Hermione calmly asked the question again: "That...... How many spells have you written that can generate happy emotions?"

Solim slapped himself in the face, and his feelings were just in vain.

Harry sneered.

"It doesn't matter, do you understand?" This time it was Solim's turn to get agitated, and there was a basket of good and bad things, why couldn't this girl be able to carry it?

"The written exam is over! It's over! There's no point in thinking about it now! You'd better go back and practice the spells I gave you, and there is a great chance that you'll get them. "

Solim said as he sensed something was wrong with the atmosphere around him. On closer inspection, Harry and he had walked up the main staircase in the center—the ones that would move.

Noticing that many of the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students around him looked at him a little wrong, Solim realized that he had gone in the wrong place.

I should have gone back to the basement. Solim rolled his eyes.

"Alright, I'm leaving, pay attention to yourself when you take the exam in the afternoon. "

As soon as Solim left, Harry and Hermione, many of whom were D.A. members, were surrounded by Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students

"Did he just say 'a spell with a high probability?'" Seamus's tone was a little excited, he and Harry were in the same dormitory, so the information revealed when Harry and Neville chatted allowed him to get a lot of information, such as how high Solim, a Slytherin outlier, was in terms of magic.

The surrounding students had apparently heard what Solim had just said, and they all couldn't wait to find out what spells they would be tested in the afternoon.

For a while, the stairway was jammed with fifth-graders. _

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