Dynavale and Hogwarts

Dana has nothing to worry about. If it were just him and Flint, it would be hard to explain this matter, but in full view, everyone could see it. Flint, why bother?

Suddenly a thought flashed across his mind, maybe he didn't have the confidence to pass the exam, so he simply broke the pot and put everything on his own head. This was something he had to be careful about.

The professor looked at him angrily, and then called a Ravenclaw student for questioning.

Being passively beaten is not my style. He took the opportunity to cast a powerful happy spell on Flint silently and wandlessly.

At first, Flint could hold it in and pretended to twitch from time to time, but soon he couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter. Later, they simply stood up and sang and danced. Everyone who saw this scene was stunned.

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Dana considered the magic power and silently gave him a despair spell, breaking the previous happiness spell.

"It turns out you're fine. You shocked us. What you did just now, did you think the school was so good that you couldn't bear to leave and wanted to study for another year?" Dana's sarcastic words were poured into Flint's mind to the point of exasperation. in the ears.

The people around burst into laughter again. After such a torment, the tension has long since disappeared. It's funny to think of the saying "school is so good that I can't bear to leave". After I sat down in my seat, I started answering questions with a smile that I couldn't hold back.

He felt relieved when he saw Flint sitting in his seat with his head downcast and a frown on his face.

After getting the paper, Dana scanned it. It was very similar to the paper that Professor Flitwick used to test him. It seemed that the professor knew which spells he was often tested on. He picked up the quill and began to answer the questions seriously.

In the afternoon practical exam, he was even better at it.

According to the request, under the watchful eye of Ms. Marchban, a water basin played a piece of music, and then a small stick with a pointed end performed dazzling aerial movements, and finally fell into the water basin with the pointed end facing down. There was almost no splash.

Then she levitated the small stick in the basin, drained the water, and put it back in her hand. Finally, the water in the basin was frozen into a piece of ice and turned into water again.

Ms. Marchban was very satisfied with Dana's performance and smiled: "If it were anyone else, the exam would have been over, but I have higher requirements for you. This is a piece of paper, and I want to see how you can play with it. What's the trick?"

If you can only use magic spells, maybe you can use magic spells to fold paper. In the previous life, I didn't know anything else, but I was best at folding roses, and I could fold several kinds. After thinking about it, I first used a magic spell to cut the paper into many parts, one part for folding flowers and the other part for branches and leaves.

Take out a small piece of paper and use the wand to direct it to fold. There is no fixed magic spell available for this origami, it all depends on the flexible application of the magic spell.

It was a bit unfamiliar at first, but later on I felt like I could do whatever I wanted. Whatever effect you want in your heart, you can use the magic wand to draw a corresponding trajectory. Then, as soon as the thought comes up, the action has been made, and the nine roses are folded.

After finishing the branches and leaves with familiarity, and sticking them together, the nine roses are completed. After enlarging them, put them together, finely adjusted the size and length with a magic spell, and tied them together to make the whole bouquet of flowers orderly.

Ms. Marchban's question was guiding him, and it was this kind of guidance that made his spell enter a new realm.

When there is no ready-made magic spell available, relying on his knowledge of the laws of magic, he can outline and combine the required magic trajectories to form a magic spell at will to achieve the effect he wants.

Finally, full of gratitude, he colored the bouquet with a color-changing spell and handed it to Ms. Marchbane.

After she took it, she felt the deep gratitude coming from the bouquet. She smiled knowingly, waved her hand and let him leave.

Not all exams can allow him to make breakthroughs and improvements again. The content of the Transfiguration exam was quite satisfactory, and seemed a bit childish compared to the test that Professor McGonagall had given him.

Whether it was the theory test in the morning or the practical test in the afternoon, without a challenge, it would be a bit unnerving. However, he thought he did a good job. Whether it was a transformation spell, a disappearance spell, or a creation spell, his performance was perfect.

Next up is Herbology, which involves caring for some dangerous magical plants and spending some time with them.

Professor Tofti saw how dependent and close the magic plants were to him. After he finished taking care of them, he sent him away before the time for the assessment was up. In the words of the professor, staying any longer is just a waste of time.

Defense Against the Dark Arts did interest him a bit, since Lupine signed it without testing it.

There was no problem with Percy's notes in the written test. During the practical operation, his original sonic shock spell with positive emotions, specially designed to deal with Boggarts, impressed Ms. Marchbane. She should be sure to get a good score.

When taking the ancient rune exam, he had been wary of whether there would be multiple meanings due to different sentence fragmentation. After the exam, he realized that he was simply scaring himself and was worried in vain.

The following weekend, he decided to relax and not touch the books. Play chess and chat with roommates, get together with members of the expedition team and chat. Through these, we also learned about some of the latest developments.

The most popular thing at the moment is naturally Sirius's matter. After the trial, Peter Pettigrew was thrown into Azkaban, Sirius was acquitted, and the wanted order was naturally cancelled. He could finally live openly in front of others.

But in this case, it was Fudge who benefited the most. After a recent period of momentum building, his prestige was unparalleled and was at its peak. Everyone was praising him, and some even called him the greatest minister.

Happy days always pass quickly. On Sunday afternoon, Dana was chatting with Justin. Professor Sprout came to the lounge and called him out.

"Sirius wants to see you. He is waiting for you in the staff lounge." The professor left after explaining.

He walked towards the staff lounge with doubts, wondering what Sirius was going to do with him if he didn't deal with the reporters.

Entering the lounge, Sirius who was sitting immediately stood up and walked towards him. An old house elf followed reluctantly with a tray in both hands, and kept nagging "Prodigal son" , an ungrateful and dirty piece of shit.”

"Hello, Mr. Weir." Sirius was now clean and tidy, and had regained some of his youthful demeanor. There was no trace of the slovenly look he had when he was on the run. What replaced the handshake was the ancient wizarding etiquette.

He felt the formality and solemnity in it, and quickly returned the salute seriously, saying, "Just call me Dana. When you say Mr. Weir, I always think you are calling me father."

Sirius laughed heartily: "Dumbledore told me everything you did for me, but he didn't tell me that you were still so funny. So, Dana, I'm here today to formally express my gratitude. Thank you for letting me I have another chance to take care of Harry."