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Unlike the theoretical exam, which only involves answering questions with a quill, the practical exam involves the actual use of magic and other magical props. For example, the flying course requires you to actually fly on a broomstick.

In the sultry weather, Mrs. Hooch set up dozens of huge flying tracks on the Quidditch pitch that smelled of green grass. These tracks were composed of copper circles arranged one after another, similar to the goals of the Quidditch game, but the height and size were different.

Students need to take off from the ground, pass through as many copper hoops as possible and return within the specified time. They will receive corresponding points based on the time spent and the number of copper hoops passed through.

Although he didn't practice much, Lin Mo still successfully flew through all the copper rings, but his speed was not ideal. The reserve members of the Quidditch team and Harry could almost complete the test at game speed, especially

It was Harry. He didn't even need to slow down when turning or ascending and descending. His broom passed through the large and small copper rings like an afterimage. The other students were frightened to see if they would hit the copper ring frame at that speed.

You might be seriously injured if you don't even think about it.

Hermione's performance was far from the worst in Gryffindor. Neville almost finished the test in tears. When he fell back to the ground, his sweat had already soaked his school uniform (although Hogwarts' summer robe was

Very frivolous), like a pitiful drowned rat, causing Pansy and others in Slytherin to laugh loudly:

"Did it just rain above your head? Longbottom?"

Mrs. Huo Qi looked helplessly at the timepiece, then at the copper circle that was less than half completed, and finally looked at Neville, who had tears rolling in his eyes, and finally couldn't bear to give him an unprecedented fail:

"You have passed, Mr. Longbottom, but I believe you also realize how bad your performance is. I have to give you a piece of advice. Never use a flying broom without anyone in the future, let alone practice phantoms without permission."

It’s best never to Apparate. With your sense of space and direction, you will tear yourself to pieces even under tight protection.”

Because the first-year curriculum was loose, passing was already the worst grade, but Neville looked like he was about to faint with excitement.

The two tests that Lin Mo completed best were transformation and potions.

Professor McGonagall's assessment topic was to turn a mouse into a teapot that had been arranged in advance. The more beautiful the teapot, the higher the score. Lin Mo, who understood the extension of power and the influence of things and self from the expulsion spell, turned it into a teapot without any effort.

His fat gray mouse turned into an elegant blue and white teapot (although the purple

The sand teapot is the orthodox but not as beautiful as the blue and white). The surprised Professor McGonagall gave him a high evaluation on the spot after the inspection, "Excellent, Mr. Lin Mo. After this year of observation, I can tell you that you have

He has a pretty good talent for transfiguration, maybe he can consider developing in this area in the future."

Lin Mo was flattered by Professor McGonagall's compliment.

In fact, he is really interested in the magic of transfiguration. On the one hand, the core of this magic is that consciousness determines matter. On the other hand, if you can change objects at will, or even change yourself, then don't be too happy.

Although turning into gold can't last forever, it's totally okay to have fun with your pillow on your back.

But he didn't need to tell Professor McGonagall about his plan to secretly practice Animagus in two years.

Regarding the assessment, Hermione was already close to perfect after these two weeks of intensive practice, but she missed a rat whisker on the spout of the teapot, which made her feel so bad that she didn't even receive praise from Professor McGonagall.

Find a way to cheer her up.

As for the practical assessment of the Potions class, they needed to prepare a hiccup potion on the spot, which could make people hiccup continuously after drinking it. It seemed like a prank product of the Weasley brothers. Lin Mo felt that the Potions Professor chose this potion.

The only reason for the assessment was that no one had practiced the preparation method of this potion in advance. This allowed him to slowly appreciate the students' fuss when preparing unfamiliar potions, and use harsh words to ridicule their endless accidents.

Of course, as a royal coolie, Lin Mo would be really sorry for his hard work over the year if he couldn't successfully obtain good-quality potions. But others seemed a little unable to do what they wanted. Various mistakes and omissions caused their potions to be very different.

Snape's scores were not entirely based on the final product, but Neville still got his second "pass" as expected.

"I hope that when I see you again next year, you will be a little smarter." Professor Snape ended the school year in his usual style: "Instead of being so stupid as you are now that you need to put your head in a cauldron to see the potion clearly.

color!”

Although the results of the theory examination have not yet come out, Snape obviously does not intend to spend any more time personally reading out the results or explaining the questions to the idiots in his eyes. This is probably good news for the students.

The only assessment that Lin Mo did not go well with was Professor Flitwick's Charms class.

This is purely a fault of the wand, because the core of the wand is incomplete. If he is not prepared, he will always have to concentrate for a while to charge the wand before he can cast a spell, or he will have to fail several times in a row to fill the wand with magic power. Due to the assessment process

To select several spells to use in sequence, Lin Mo spent much longer than others.

Perhaps Professor Flitwick deducted some points from him for this.

Lin Mo felt that if he showed his ability to silently cast spells in petrification, he would definitely get a lot of extra points in the practical examination from Professor Flitwick, but he gave up the idea considering that this skill was a bit too advanced.

After all, this is his only trump card in the magic field.

The last subject is History of Magic, which is also the only course without practical assessment.

After the students answered questions in the stuffy classroom about which eccentric old wizards invented the automatic stirring crucible, and how many departments and executive departments there are in the Wizards' Union, the parchment was rolled up and floated to Binns on time.

On the professor's podium, they couldn't help but cheer.

Even Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief. The weather was really too hot. Other professors would cast some cooling spells to cool down the classroom, but Professor Binns... everyone knew that he was a ghost who could not use magic.

It wasn't until they followed the crowd out of the castle and took a nap under the trees by the lake that they finally cooled down.

"Let's go to Hagrid's place. He has always wanted us to sit in the hut he rebuilt." Harry rubbed his forehead and said, "I hope he has done a good job of ventilating and dissipating heat in the house. He just did it during the exam.

I’m almost fainting from the heat.”

"I bet Hagrid still has the fireplace burning, he's not afraid of the heat at all," Ron muttered.

Lin Mo looked up at the sky. The moon, which had been broken into star rings, seemed to be able to piece together its original appearance in his mind. The blue sky was much quieter than the dark purple sky of El Star. He remembered the summer vacation in his student days.

It seemed like it would always be long and leisurely like this, but without those relatives and friends whose faces and faces he still couldn't remember.

And there are these classmates who are less than half my age.

"There are still many things to do," he sighed softly:

"Let's go find Hagrid."