Chapter 598: Wizard Level Examination (asking for monthly votes)

In classroom No. 7, Felix sat on a swivel chair, lost in thought.

He was on a circular platform, and the ground seemed to be carefully polished from a whole black gem, and the human figure could be seen clearly.

In the air in front of him was floating a blurry book, the size and shape were uncertain, but when Felix looked over, those books became what he wanted.

He waved his wand, and a silver entity patronus was condensed.

It was a small swift, and when it appeared, it immediately flew quickly around the circular room, circled twice, and landed right in front of Felix, as if it had never moved.

Felix waved his wand for the second time, and a round, fluffy azure bird jumped down. It jumped and swayed on the ground. At the same time, a black, bristly-haired giant spider appeared out of thin air. This terrifying creature looked a little more pleasing to the eye in the Patronus state. Then, Felix kept waving his wand, and magical animals appeared around him one after another.

There were long-horned water snakes with horns on their heads and emerald green bodies; there were golden phoenixes dragging two slender, beautiful feathers; there were groups of tall and ferocious fire dragons of various shapes; there were also snow-white minks whose names could not be told; and skinny night thestrals with a pair of bat wings. If you look closely, you will find a Dementor mixed in. Even in the Patronus state, it looks like a piece of black and gray rag.

Compared with it, the rags in the Hog's Head Inn are a hundred times better. . .

Felix sat in the center, like the director of a magical zoo, staring at these strange guardians.

He looked at them over and over again.

These creatures seemed to have their own "personalities", and they were all different.

For example, the Thestrals were very timid, and their silver-gray eyes without pupils were preserved, while the Orb-Dropping Bird and the unknown white mink seemed to have a strong curiosity, jumping around everywhere; as for the fire dragons - they were roaring all the time, with anger in their eyes, but they were not dozens of feet tall now, and looked not much bigger than the fiery red lizards lying on the ground, so when a pocket-sized Hungarian Horntail raised its neck and roared, the bird snake coiled beside it suddenly jumped up and knocked the fire dragon off balance.

Not far away, a long-horned water snake dodged and jumped into the smooth floor like a calm lake, swimming freely in it, and then poked its head out from the other side and stared at the dazed Griffin.

...

If there is anything in common between them, it is that they have all been carefully studied by Felix. In other words - at least in theory, he can easily become one of them.

There was a loud knock on the door outside, as if a giant monster was standing outside waving a wooden stick and hitting the door hard.

Among all the professors' memories in Classroom 7, the only one who could do such a thing was - well - himself. Felix curled his lips, and golden lines appeared on the wall of the circular room, twisting into the shape of a door. The next second, the door was pushed open from the outside.

"Wow!"

Memory whistled, the sound echoing on the smooth ground. He looked around, "Can you do this now? Hiss~ I really want to have this knowledge!" As he said this, he turned his body into a silver transparent state, his legs covered with mist, pretending to be a patron saint.

"Hey, big guy, I'm your companion," Memory introduced himself to a tall thunderbird, "I," he pointed at himself, "and you--" he drew a circle with his hand horizontally, circling all the magical animals present, "are the same." The thunderbird

squinted at him and did not move.

Felix rolled his eyes.

"You'd better be careful, it's the embodiment of 'pride'."

"What's the purpose? Impersonating a statue?" Memory happily circled around the thunderbird. The thunderbird, which was a head taller than a normal person, flapped its wings and blew the memory away. He floated in front of Felix as if he had no weight.

The two looked at each other, and Memory cleared his throat.

Felix suddenly thought of something and said to his memory, "I have a question that I need your help with." He said slowly, "There is a flaw in Voldemort's soul. My idea is to work hard in this area, but playing with souls is a more taboo and evil field than time, and there is little public information...

I can modify the time of an apple, but I can't change the soul of a thorn.

Soul, memory, emotion, these three have intersections. If I am given enough time--" Felix frowned.

The memory looked like he was listening carefully.

"Go on!"

"--Don't interrupt." Felix said, "Whether it is the field of time or the field of soul, I only came into contact with some scattered points at the beginning..."

For the former, Felix has the research materials of the previous generations of Unspeakables copied from the Department of Mysteries, and the Hour Reversal Spell is one of the results;

he also has sufficient time energy.

The so-called "sufficient" is only relative. This thing is like a Dementor. Once it is put into research, the number will decrease sharply and it will never be enough.

As for the latter, the soul realm, Felix also occupied a few insignificant footholds, such as the Unforgivable Curse and the Thestral perspective. But it is very difficult to create a soul cage with these isolated points.

Fortunately, Felix is ​​very good at memory magic and has in-depth research on one of its branches, emotions. What he has been busy with recently is also related to this topic: using memory magic and emotion magic as a springboard to intervene in the soul realm.

His increasingly weird Patronus is a combination of the two.

In addition to the Patronus, Felix must also thank the Dementors for their contribution with their lives.

Dementors are not real life. They have some similar characteristics to Voldemort's residual soul. If the Patronus can trap Dementors, can it trap Voldemort's residual soul?

This is what Felix is ​​doing. But he is a little hesitant now, not knowing who to let play the main role.

"Which emotion do you think Voldemort is least resistant to?" Felix asked.

"Hmm..." The memory pondered.

"It can't be those negative emotions," Felix said to himself, "Then it must be positive emotions? But can confession be classified as a positive emotion? It may play an important role in the later "prison reform", but it may

not be very effective for arresting..." He shook his head.

"I think..." The memory opened its mouth.

"...But I can't say for sure," Felix's attitude wavered again, "'Confession' is an emotion that Voldemort will never spontaneously generate. His self-proclaimed noble status does not allow him to do so, so this emotion may cause him great pain."

"I say, why don't you put them together?" After being interrupted several times, the memory said in a very aggressive tone.

"Put them together? Throw them all at once?" Felix blinked.

"Yes, all at once." The memory nodded at the complicated Patronus, "You have a whole army of Patronus."

Felix started to think. It's not that he hadn't thought of similar ideas, but the Patronus is not used for fighting, but to trap Voldemort and use it as a cage. In essence, it is no different from the Dementor capture cage - at most, the cage that holds Voldemort must be more solid...

He was about to explain when a strange idea suddenly came to his mind, and he was fascinated by this idea.

All at once? No, it is to create a cycle.

...

When he saw Sirius again the next day, he seemed not very interested.

"I don't know what's wrong with the old man." Sirius said with a gloomy face, "He came to my office last night to ask questions and urged me--" He suddenly stopped and changed the subject stiffly, saying: "By the way, did you provoke him? He kept making up stories about you."

"I'm more curious, how did he get to your office?" Felix asked.

He looked around the hall. There were two distinct atmospheres in the school. One group was naturally students who went to class as usual. The final exams had not started yet, so they were still in the mood to discuss whether breakfast was delicious or not. The other group-the fifth and seventh grade students were pale and couldn't eat.

A seventh-year Ravenclaw girl stared blankly at the vegetable soup, while her companion carefully examined the strawberry pie that she had just taken two bites of, as if she was worried that there was poison in it-or maybe it was the other way around, Felix guessed in his heart.

Anyway, they hadn't moved for two minutes.

"Because I moved his portrait there," Sirius said sullenly, as if regretting his hasty decision. "The day before I took office. He told me that since even Kreacher helped in the kitchen in his spare time, there was no reason to keep him in the big house."

"So you agreed?" Felix asked with some amusement, "You should know that his emotions are not real. He is not your great-grandfather."

"Yes, I know. Although I haven't learned this knowledge, if you have to face those portraits of ancestors with stiff reactions and poor speech since childhood, you will realize this without any instruction like me." Sirius said gloomily, "The portrait of the headmaster of Hogwarts is at most more real, but their reactions cannot go beyond the original settings..."

"Just like my mother," he said sullenly, "She really left all her resentment in that portrait."

This is the sad thing about portraits.

They are like a carefully written program that will mobilize pre-stored memories before responding-they are not living people, but objects that give feedback according to old rules. Moreover, it is difficult for them to change their inherent ideas. Sirius will always be the "unworthy descendant who brings shame to the family" in Mrs. Black's mouth, and he will never be forgiven.

However, from another perspective, their reaction is also the most real. If Phineas Black's portrait shows enough attention to Sirius, it is likely to be the same if he is still alive.

Perhaps in Sirius's view, although it is just a portrait, it is indeed a rare thing related to the Black family that can be communicated normally.

...

The wizard level examination will last for two weeks.

If you ask Felix what is different about this year's exam from the past three years, it is that he has become an extra-staff examiner - in his free time, he will work with the examiners of the Wizard Examination Administration to maintain discipline during the written exam.

In previous years, these tasks belonged to the four deans.

Felix got the opportunity to invigilate the first and last days of the exam. He has a strong sense of anticipation for this. Of course, the last day is of great significance - that is the day when Dumbledore and Voldemort duel.

His partner is Professor Tofty. When Felix led the fifth-year students from the entrance hall to the auditorium, many students were surprised to find that the four long dining tables had disappeared, replaced by many small single tables.

"This exam is the theory of spells. The test paper, quill pen and ink are all on the table. Okay, you can start."

Professor Tofty finished speaking in the slow pace of an old man, nodded to Felix, and Felix turned a giant hourglass upside down.

The students opened the test paper and began to answer.

Felix stood on the podium. To him, this exam was like a highly condensed microcosm of real society. The expressions of the students were all kinds of strange, and the reactions were very interesting.

There were those with sad faces - Felix estimated that this student must not be prepared;

of course, there were also those with relaxed expressions. As time passed, the emotions of these people would go to two extremes. One type of people looked more and more solemn, and a knot formed between their eyebrows; the other type remained consistent from beginning to end.

Ron Weasley's performance was enough to be included in the case analysis, and it was NEWTs difficulty - if Felix intended to conduct research in this area - his expression changed from excitement to hesitation at a high speed. In a short period of time, Felix could only think that he might know a little about each question, but only a little...

Some students showed surprised expressions, which was the reaction of "encountering a knowledge point that they are good at in the exam". For example, Harry swore that he would never forget the spell of the Levitation Charm in his life, and he believed that Ron was the same. After all, not everyone has the opportunity to knock out a crazy troll neatly.

The second question was the spell to break the Eye Sickness Charm, and Harry could answer it easily.

The third question was a bit difficult, describing the relevant knowledge of the Repairing Charm in detail.

Harry read Hermione's spell notes carefully before the exam, so what appeared in his mind at this moment was not the neat handwriting on the textbook, but Hermione's handwriting.

He first wrote the definition of the Repairing Charm, "a spell... that can be used... to repair... damaged objects..." Why is there such a thing as a definition? Harry wrote and thought, the memory behind was a little fuzzy, he could only summarize it in his own words.

After checking it again, he added an adjective after "repair", "mostly".

What then? Harry looked up and thought. He saw that Hermione, who was sitting in front of him, had never raised her head. Her quill was spinning like a top. He stared at Hermione's messy hair in a daze. What would happen if he used the repair spell on them? Inspiration suddenly came to his mind. He lowered his head and wrote quickly: "Taboo... cannot be used on people... does not work on liquids in containers."

Very good, Harry thought, that's enough foreshadowing.

He was about to write down the specific spell when he thought of another knowledge point that he could write about - the inventor of the spell. So he picked up the quill, "This spell is forbidden to be abused -"

Harry stopped.

He only remembered that the spell was invented by a witch in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but he couldn't remember which department it was. He tried to use the method of elimination. It was unlikely to be Mr. Weasley's office, because Harry couldn't figure out how this spell could be related to Muggles. Maybe it was because wizards couldn't understand the increasingly complex Muggle tools?

In the end, he didn't use this argument because he hadn't heard similar stories from Hermione.

So he crossed out these words and simply summarized it as "This spell was invented by a witch at work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." After writing it, Harry stared at the short sentence "at work". He was actually not sure, but he thought it was worth taking the risk.

Then he quickly wrote down the spell and casting movements of the Repairing Charm, and described his feelings when casting the spell in a considerable amount of space.

Harry continued to answer questions. He especially liked questions 7, 12, and 15 because they were all about summoning spells, and Harry had successfully summoned a broom from the castle bedroom to the forbidden forest to deal with a vicious Hungarian Horntail.

The twentieth question was about the Patronus Charm. Harry wrote a long article and finally filled in all the answer spaces.

When he came out of the examination room, Harry relaxed a little. He felt that he could at least get a "good" grade. From Ron's expression, he answered well, but neither of them was interested in comparing answers with Hermione.

"I know we made mistakes and missed a lot of points, but let's just hold on to this satisfaction until the results come out." Ron said to her firmly. Harry thought Ron's tone was very much like a prisoner waiting for the trial result.

Even Death Eaters would not discuss their crimes with other prisoners before the trial, Harry thought.