Harry Potter: The Atypical Alchemist

Regarding the advice about the exam, Stone didn't know if Penello had listened to it. Anyway, he had always done this himself, so when the exam came, his mentality would not fluctuate.

The examination is divided into written examination and practical operation.

During the written examination, all students will be in a large classroom and use uniformly distributed anti-cheating quills.

The weather was very hot, and it was even more uncomfortable when more than a hundred people were crammed into a classroom.

The actual operation is much more interesting. The content of the Charms exam is to make a pineapple tap dance across the desk; the Potions exam is to prepare the amnesia potion; Professor McGonagall asks them to turn a mouse into a snuff box, which will be judged by its exquisiteness. point.

The last subject was the History of Magic. When Professor Binns stopped writing and took away the parchment papers, all the students cheered, and Stone even rushed out of the classroom early.

No way, it's too hot.

He ran into the corridor and the draft blew.

The cool breeze blew away the anxiety in his heart, and Stone sat on the steps leaning against the arcade.

At this time, Penello came over with a relieved smile on her face. She also sat next to Stone and enjoyed the breeze.

"How did the test go?" Stone asked.

"It's okay." Penello closed his eyes and lay down, "I used the method you mentioned and it worked."

"Yeah, it's all experience~" Stone said proudly.

"Yeah, you're awesome."

After some perfunctory remarks, Penello said lazily:

"By the way, Professor Flitwick asked you to find him after the exam."

"What?"

"I didn't say it."

"Okay, I'll go after a while."

"what ever."

After blowing for a while, Stone said goodbye to Penello and walked to Flitwick's office.

"Dean, what's the matter?"

"Oh, come with me."

As soon as he arrived, before he even sat down, Flitwick led Stone out of the room again.

They walked along the stairs to a large classroom on the eighth floor.

The classroom is very empty, there are no tables and chairs, but there are several steps. There is a piano placed in the corner of the classroom, which looks familiar.

"I'm sorry." Noticing Stone's look, Flitwick said, "Because there is no piano in the school, I moved yours without permission."

"That's okay. I just don't understand why you brought the piano here and called me here."

"Have you forgotten?" Flitwick asked, "You are now a member of the choir."

"Oh - are we going to rehearse?"

"Correct."

"What about the rest?"

"They will be here soon," said Flitwick. "They all know the time and place of practice. You are the only new one, so I asked you to come with me."

"understood."

After waiting for a while, the choir members rushed into the classroom as if they had made an appointment, and without exception, they all brought toads with them.

Stone suddenly looked embarrassed and took a few steps back.

Maybe toads are good friends for wizards, maybe they have good personalities, but Stone just can't see their appearance. No way, goosebumps would appear on his own arms at the sight of their skin.

When everyone arrived, Flitwick clapped his hands, and all the members stood on the steps in unison and put the toad on his left arm.

"Introducing our newest member - Stone Cappe - who will be our pianist."

The students on the steps clapped their hands, and the toads also screamed, whether to welcome him or to protest against being shaken around.

Flitwick did not speak, but tapped his wand (baton) lightly, and the cheers stopped immediately.

"Wow~" Stone praised: "It's amazing."

"Thank you for the compliment." Flitwick nodded slightly and pointed to the piano, "Please take a seat."

"Ok."

The piano was placed aside, not close to the toad, so he would not have any psychological burden.

After taking his seat, Stone put his hand on the piano but did not play in a hurry.

His position in the choir is very clear - he is an accompanist, so he has to understand their tunes first.

Obviously, Flitwick knew this, so he didn't make any demands on Stone. He faced the choir and assumed the posture of a conductor.

With a tap of the conductor's baton, the chorus began.

The baton rises and falls, the tone changes, interspersed with Toad's harmonies.

After one pass, Stone figured out their tune, and on the second pass, he tried to join in.

The function of the sound of the piano is also revealed - the tuning.

Although the members of the rap choir are carefully selected, the songs have ups and downs. When singing, not everyone can quickly and accurately find each note. After joining, the singing became obviously much more harmonious.

They practiced it many times, and reluctantly stopped until the light that came in turned orange.

After it was over, the choir members left first, and Flitwick called Stone to the back.

"You're right," said Flitwick, "adding an instrument can really enhance the sound of singing."

"It would be nice to be helpful."

"But..." At this point, Flitwick showed an apologetic look, "I want to tell you one thing, so don't be angry."

"You say."

"You know, our singing place is in the auditorium, in front of four long tables."

"Well, what then?" Stone asked curiously.

"Then... the place is a bit small, and having a piano next to it will destroy the visual balance, so during the performance, you may have to be in the back and not be able to show your face."

Stone blinked.

Hearing the news, he didn't have any dissatisfaction in his heart. On the contrary, what he was thinking was:

'Is there such a good thing? '

Seeing Stone's silence, Flitwick hesitated for a moment and said:

"If you are dissatisfied..."

"No! No dissatisfaction." Stone said righteously: "I can completely accept it."

"Really?" Flitwick asked in surprise.

"of course."

Stone knew that Flitwick was an emotional person easily, so he just expressed his own point of view. If it had been anyone else, he would have already begun to express his loyalty and say things like 'everything is for the choir'.

"By the way, Dean, I would like to ask what event we are preparing for the performance?"

"Oh - it's a performance at the holiday dinner."

"Okay, I know."

You don’t need to show your face, it just means that there is sound. Then... wouldn’t it be enough to make a music box or something? Like musical instruments made during competitions.

There is still a long time before the holiday, enough for him to make one.