Aphasia at Hogwarts

Harry was also looking around, a little pleased that Snape wasn't there.

Snape's eyes were too oppressive, as if he could see through his heart, being stared at by Snape, he felt that he would always accidentally make mistakes.

Even if he knew about some mistakes, he could have avoided them.

Several people entered the auditorium and came to their positions according to the guidance of the bracelet.

It can be seen that on each table, the name has been marked with a note, as if it has been arranged.

The positions of Guan Qiong and Hermione are in the left corner of the entire auditorium. Guan Qiong can see the backs of everyone in the entire auditorium, and so can Hermione.

As time approached, there were more and more students, and within a short while, the entire auditorium was filled. This scene reminded Guan Qiong of her previous exams.

Well, if you add a few teachers who are constantly walking around, it will be more like it.

After the seats below were filled, the professors above looked at each other and nodded.

Although Lockhart didn't know anything, he pretended to know and smiled at the students below.

If Dumbledore hadn't stood up first, he would have wanted to say hello to the students below.

"Be quiet, everyone." Dumbledore made a small wave of his wand, which made his voice louder than the students' discussions.

"First of all, I'm glad to see that you are here. It means that you have answered all the questions I set. Every question represents a piece of knowledge. I am very happy to see that so many people have knowledge." Deng Bullido spoke, looking at the notebooks on the students' desks with a satisfied smile on his face.

"However, it should be noted that although many times, we can gain knowledge and solve problems by searching for information and asking others, but most of the time, we need to rely on ourselves." Dumbledore Then, he waved his wand.

Countless white parchment papers appeared and fell from the ceiling, falling onto the desks in front of the students.

Likewise, there are quills and inks growing from the table like plants blooming.

Complex and profound metamorphosis.

At the same time, when the students looked at the questions on the test paper in front of them, Dumbledore waved his wand, and all the notebooks were suspended and flew towards Dumbledore.

"All the questions are the problems you have faced in the past week. You have either looked up their answers, or obtained the answers and solved them by other methods."

Dumbledore smiled, looking at the discolored students below.

"But now, you can only rely on yourselves and your own memories. Only those who answer these questions by themselves can be regarded as those who have truly mastered the knowledge."

"In addition, for the wizards who form the team, your final score will be divided equally based on the sum of the scores of the two. I believe this is a fair plan." Dumbledore added.

"By the way, and this." He waved his wand again, and a trophy grew out from the table in front of him. Then, Galleons fell from the ceiling like rain, and all fell into the trophy.

The gold Gallon piled up on the trophy to form a small golden mountain, exuding a charming light, attracting everyone's attention.

"100 Galleons, as a reward for the final winner." Dumbledore smiled with squinted eyes, and finally waved his wand, sparks flashed from his wand.

"Now, let's start answering the questions."

The students below looked at Jin Jialong above with fiery eyes, then lowered their heads and looked at the topic in front of them.

Sure enough, they were all questions that had appeared on the bracelet before, and they had answered them before.

However, many students still changed their faces, including Ron.

He looked at the topic in front of him, and his face turned pale.

He only had the most basic impression of these questions, and as for the answers, he couldn't remember any of them.

He didn't even remember some of the questions, because he just glanced at the questions and asked Tom directly.

Looking at the wizards around who had already started to write, Ron gritted his teeth, picked up the quill, and started to write.

Anyway, always fill this test paper.

Harry on the other side was in a much better condition. He looked at the questions in front of him. He had carefully researched the information on these questions. Even those questions asked Tom, he had a good impression, and he could write some of them.

marvelous!

Harry thought to himself and began to write excitedly.

The same is true for Hermione. She writes faster than anyone else. The answers to each of these questions are in her mind. Although there are many things she doesn't understand, she is looking for answers with Guan Qiong. On the way, I also wrote them down.

For her, there was no difficulty in this exam.

Guan Qiong didn't move, he just looked at the table in front of him.

There is nothing there.

Then he turned his head to look around.

All the students fell asleep on the table, and there was a slightly sweet smell in the air, faintly visible, like night flowers, making people unable to help falling asleep.

Snape was walking among the students, while holding a bottle in his hand, exuding that intoxicating aura.

He passed by all the students, observed the situation of each student, and ensured that they all fell asleep.

Except Guan Qiong.

Because he gave Guan Qiong the antidote in advance so that he would not be affected by the potion, which was Dumbledore's order.

In the position of the professors in front, Lockhart was also soundly asleep, laughing from time to time, as if he had dreamed of something good.

Beside him, Professor Flitwick waved his wand. A powerful magic power emerged from him and fell on all the students, linking their thoughts together and entering into the dream he wove.

The combined use of illusion magic and soul magic.

Next to Professor Flitwick, McGonagall looked at the patterns on the surrounding walls, and at the students below who had all fallen asleep and fell into a dream, and said to the serious Dumbledore beside him.

"Albus, you can begin."

At the same time, she held her wand tightly in her hand, ready to fight.

"Of course, Minerva," said Dumblebee, a twinkle in his eye.

He held the magic wand in his hand and waved it towards the bottom. All the notebooks placed on the table were affected by the magic and began to levitate.

Just like in a dream.

However, unlike in the dream, they stayed in the air, and did not approach him because of Dumbledore's magic.