Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Emilia's pain continued after the Charms exam, and she cried all afternoon.

"But at least you felt very good at the time, Amelia." Clooney comforted her jokingly, "In your words, what is that called? Someone is holding your wand - like divine help."

"I heard from Bell next door that all the examiners were full of praise for your performance at that time, saying that they had never seen such smooth and beautiful movements."

"I don't remember anything..."

"You have to cheer up and prepare for the next lesson." Helles concluded, "If your class is affected except for the questions..."

"My brother would kick my ass out of the house..."

"He never looks like he would do such a thing..." This time it was Clooney's turn to be dumbfounded. The gentle-looking Mr. Frey did not look like someone who would do such a thing.

What's more, Emilia was the eldest brother and the younger brother every day during his school days, just like a little follower.

"That was when I was obedient." Emilia's soul was out of body, and Clooney felt that he could even see a concrete gas-like substance flowing out of her mouth, "I really have to take care of myself. Prepare for the next exam.”

Fortunately, she did not choose to take the Care of Magical Creatures course and could have a complete day off.

She lay down decadently until noon, had dinner with them, and then decided to review the next lesson that required memorization and practice during the practical exam in the afternoon.

"Good luck." She actually sounded better.

Perhaps Emilia's words had an effect. The examination venue for Care of Magical Creatures was filled with noisy sounds. Occasionally, someone could hear the screams of pain one after another.

The first project is a big one: casting a silent spell on the evil bird.

These furry little guys are very different from their namesake and have very cute personalities - of course, this is because they don't make any sound.

Across the tent, Clooney saw the smiling Goliath standing happily wearing earmuffs, as if celebrating the New Year.

There was a sharp contrast with the students beside him.

This isn't difficult at all, and the birds usually stay put - if you cast the spell gently and don't make them feel threatened.

The screams of pain came from the other side. After all, there was the cry of the evil bird, and people could not hear anything else.

The Bowtruckle was sitting on Cedric's shoulders, swinging his legs, and pricked the other examiner's hand with their sharp palms very unwillingly.

Maybe it's because he's not very good-looking - people who spend a lot of time with magical beasts are bound to have lingering scars of one kind or another.

"You can't take the exam like this, you bad guy," the examiner said, "Change another one."

Then he waved his hand and actually gave up fighting for the Bowtruckle.

The little green thing screamed, and then slid down Cedric's arm like a slide.

The examiner whose nose was bitten by something didn't even look at him.

"Fairy eggs, bugs, or whatever insects." Crowney often had to deal with the Bowtruckles on the farm, warning them not to steal fairy eggs too often.

She was laughing so hard at her own imagination. I almost thought the fire crab's head was its butt. Fortunately, these little things were very conscientious and remembered their beautiful past, so they did not protest and let her escape.

One of them twisted its buttocks, insisting on grabbing her, and motioned for her to remove the loose gem from its buttocks.

"This is the first time I've seen a fire crab behave like this?" The nameplate of the middle-aged examiner with missing nose was hidden behind his long beard that did not match his identity. "You are so popular."

"That's not the case, Professor." The huge and weird "little" thing even took the initiative to stretch out its pliers and dig into her pocket.

Clowney knew what was going on.

She didn't want to ruin the robe, so she had to use the fire crab's pincers to pick out the emerald on its butt: "You were so prompt!"

Under the expectant gaze of the Fire Crab's small, pitiful eyes hidden in its shell, she took out a red gem from the pocket of her school robe: "I haven't figured out how to use it yet... "

Several of the fire crab's legs were bent.

"Okay!" Crowney picked up the wand resignedly and cast a hardening spell on the back of the gem and the seam of the fire crab. "Now it's yours."

"I never thought that I would be robbed during the exam..."

"It looks like that's a stone rich in magic power?"

"It just looks better..." Clowney replied, "Maybe this one likes red more."

"Even if they're across the pocket?"

"Perhaps each color has a different smell and heat, Professor." Clowney asked, "Is this part of the exam?"

"No." The man chuckled, "It's just my personal curiosity."

He tossed his braided beard wildly aside, and Clowney finally saw his nameplate clearly.

"Desmond Swade?" Crowney repeated it in his mind. This name is really rare. Sword of Mercy? Clooney was a little itchy and wanted to use arithmetic to see what kind of person this examiner was.

He patted the pocket containing the gems distressedly and said thank you and farewell to Mr. Swade. Clowney retreated to the other side of the field.

Go back together with Helles, who had to sign up for a course that she was not interested in because of her.