Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

Whether you're ready or not, going into battle shouldn't be daunting.

Some students who felt that they did not do well in the exam went in in a trance, and when they came out, they looked like mourners.

Jessica's level is above the third grade. How can I say that the grades of all exams must be E or O? Charlotte is ranked behind Jessica. Seeing that Jessica got good grades, she went out happily. run.

The classroom was empty, and the stern Professor McGonagall stood beside the long table, on which were a few nervous little mice and rabbits. The content of this exam was to turn living things into exquisite handicrafts and then restore them.

Charlotte took out her wand from her sleeve and held it firmly. Professor McGonagall was aware of her level, and directly marked Charlotte's row with an O.

Watching Charlotte turn rabbits and mice into various porcelains, white, blue, and red, with four seasons embroidered on them, each bottle shows a different season, Charlotte also refined the border on the bottle mouth The gold thread and the hollowed-out bottle body make it impossible to see that their predecessor was a rabbit or a mouse.

The wand flicked its tail beautifully, the porcelain stretched and retracted, and the recovered rabbits and mice ran around on the table. Charlotte caught them. Professor McGonagall couldn't be more satisfied, and clapped his hands.

"Excellent transformation, your transformation level is still wonderful and stable, this O is what you deserve."

"It's just that hard work can make up for it, and more training is the effect." Charlotte was very humble.

"I want to see what level of transformation you have reached. You were able to turn a chair into a swallowtail dog at the Transformation Club last time." Professor McGonagall gave Charlotte an encouraging look.

Charlotte pursed her lips, her dry lips were moist, and nodded, Professor McGonagall stood a little further away.

It is the easiest to change a living thing into a dead thing, and so is the reduction technique. From a dead thing into a living thing, this requires abundant magic power, firm belief and sufficient biological knowledge reserve.

The rabbit and mouse on the table were placed on the ground, and Charlotte looked at the long table, recalling in her mind the creature that she had seen a thousand or eight hundred times and had already engraved in her heart.

Magic power flowed into the wand from all parts of her body, and the long table began to deform under her influence.

The four table legs turned into a pair of wings and claws, fiery red feathers appeared, the long tail feathers were luxurious and graceful, and a vivid phoenix appeared in the classroom, an upgraded version of Fox 2.0.

"Snake neck and fish tail, dragon pattern and turtle body. Swallow jaw and chicken beak, Professor McGonagall, this is the phoenix of the East." Charlotte introduced her to the shocked Professor McGonagall.

"It's really a magical creature." Professor McGonagall couldn't help approaching it, stroking its feathers, it was so warm that people couldn't bear to let it go, Professor McGonagall subconsciously compared it with Fox, and couldn't help but said.

"It's much better looking than Fox."

"The phoenix is ​​singing, at that high hill. The phoenix tree is growing, and it is facing the sun." Charlotte said softly. The phoenix seemed to have sensed it. He raised his head and shook his feathers slightly, his mouth let out a clear cry, and his gorgeous wings waved. Charlotte opened the classroom door and watched it fly out.

The blood-red feathers are mainly golden and supplemented by gold. They are luxurious and gorgeous. The anxious students listened to the sound of the phoenix and looked at the prestige. They only had this beautiful bird in their eyes. It circled along the corridor and flew out of Huo Gevoz circled overhead.

Birds, big and small, were attracted, among which owls were the most numerous. They came from the owl hut, and some came from the Forbidden Forest. They gathered in the sky. The sweet voice calmed down the anxiety of the students, and they all relaxed at the same time.

In the principal's office, Dumbledore stood by the window, with Fox standing on his shoulders. Looking at Fox's eagerness to try, he pointed to the scene of a hundred birds in the sky.

"Go if you want."

As soon as the voice fell, Fox flew into the sky, and the phoenix conjured up by Charlotte was spinning in the sky. Dumbledore watched the scene, fingering a letter, and his blue eyes could not see anything except admiration for beautiful things. other.

Charlotte, who was standing in the classroom, turned the wooden board into a sycamore wooden frame. Every second of the existence of the phoenix was consuming her magic power, and she didn't want it to die in the sky directly.

Phoenix dispersed the flock of birds around it, shuttled through the crowd, and stopped on Jessica's head for a while. A tail feather fell in front of her. Jessica picked it up carefully, and Phoenix returned to the classroom and landed on the sycamore shelf.

After a while, it changed back to ordinary long tables and wooden boards.

"The phoenix does not live in the phoenix tree, it does not drink in the sweet spring, it does not eat in the bamboo." Charlotte said softly, the feathers she left for Jessica are permanent deformations, as long as the magic power is still there, it will maintain the feathers look like.

"If it weren't for O's already highest score, I really want to give you a few more points." Professor McGonagall looked excited. "You have now fully reached the level where you can perform Animagus. If you want to do it, you can come to me."

"I will, Professor."

Charlotte, who finished the assessment, left the classroom. It took her a long time, and the next person rushed in to conduct the assessment.

Meet Jessica and go to the spell classroom for the exam. Jessica is still playing with the feathers, which are soft to the touch and gorgeous in appearance.

"Do you like it?"

"Of course, this is the best gift I've received this year!"

"You say that every time I give you a present," Charlotte joked.

"Oh, is every gift precious, I will treasure it carefully." Jessica approached Charlotte and put her arms around her shoulders.

The spell test is quite simple. After the test, the students who have finished the test will be refreshed and will pass the test with a high probability.

Both Harry and Ron can get an E or O in the exam, which shows that the exam is not difficult, as long as you take the class well, you can pass easily.

The exam went very quickly, and the exam was over in two days. Feeling the joyful atmosphere of the students leaving school, the professor was also infected with a smile on his face, and turned a blind eye to some small troubles, allowing them to enjoy the relaxing time after the exam.

Joyful laughter filled every corner, and Charlotte didn't get involved in it. Sitting in the principal's office, she sipped again, with a stable mind.

This semester is over, and the deal between her and the principal is also completed. Charlotte is holding the small box, touching the pattern on it, with a feeling of reluctance, the useful magic recharger will be far away from her.

Sighing inaudibly, he handed the box back to Dumbledore.

"Don't you think it's a pity?" Dumbledore asked in a bewitching tone. "The Sorcerer's Stone is the pursuit of many wizards all their lives. It is an inexhaustible wealth to escape from the hands of death, although it is of no use to you."

"Haha, don't tease me. What kind of ability to do what kind of thing is not mine, and I don't bother to have it. Don't you need the Philosopher's Stone more than I do? I'm still young, and I don't think How terrible it is to die."

Charlotte leaned back on the sofa. She couldn't say she was eager for the Philosopher's Stone, but it was probably caused by the weird psychology that was always in turmoil because she couldn't get it.

"Young people don't know what it's like to be old. I was young too. I've had a lot and I've lost a lot. Death doesn't scare me enough. It represents the unknown. It's a territory I haven't stepped into. It is but a great adventure for a man of sound mind to face death."

Dumbledore's tone was brisk. The topic of death was never heavy for him. With his hands waving, Charlotte glanced at the mischievous old man. He was not afraid of his own death. He was afraid of other people's and suffered for it all his life.

"Okay, if you have nothing to do, principal, I'm going to go to the dinner party, and you have to prepare too."

"Look at me, remembering and remembering, I almost forgot why I asked you to come. Old people always like to think about the past." Dumbledore laughed a few times, and took a letter from his desk letter.

"He gave it to you, Nicole Flamel." Dumbledore winked at Charlotte.

"He has been observing you and got your information from me. I'm sorry to take the initiative to disclose your situation. He is very old and ready to leave. Before he leaves, he wants to find a young man to inherit his mantle. I I really can't refuse my friend."

The weight of the letter in Charlotte's hands became heavier, Charlotte's eyes were half closed, and she had no intention of opening it, she just said.

"I've been too busy recently, and I need to deal with a lot of things. I'm not sure if I'm the right candidate, and I'm likely to disappoint him. Didn't you recommend any other candidates, principal?"

The seeds of suspicion took root in Charlotte's heart, and she was not sure if this was a temptation Dumbledore used her old friend to give herself.

"I recommended Harry, Hermione, Cedric, and some outstanding talents in the academy to him. He only chose you, and it was his acquiescence. The Philosopher's Stone has been in your hands for so long. The rest It's all in this letter, if you've made up your mind, then open it and go to him, it doesn't hurt to see him."

The two were relatively silent, and Charlotte solemnly put the letter in her arms.