"There are two big news recently. Have you heard of it?" Longbaton came uninvited and squeezed Tolkien to sit down. There were always roasted chicken legs and honey egg cakes on his plate, as if he could never eat enough of these two things. But today, there was a volume of newspaper "Prophet Daily" on his plate. It seemed that his news came from here.

Longbottom looked down and said, "Oh, if you think so, you're only half right. One of the big news is indeed the Daily Prophet. The Ministry of Magic issued an order to close all entrances and exits to the Muggle World. When coming from the Muggle World, the landing must be a place where Muggle artifacts abuses are abused, where they are inspected."

"Why?" As a result, Tolkien was isolated from his wife, and he immediately asked anxiously: "Is there something wrong?"

"The Ministry of Magic revealed that it was related to the war between the Muggles, so it is unclear why." Longbottom looked around and said in a low voice: "As far as I know, a wizard carried a Muggle egg, and then the egg broke, cursed and poisoned two people. The Ministry of Magic was worried that this was a new action to eliminate the wizard, so he was nervous."

"Egg?" Tolkien frowned. He thought of the poisonous gas bombs used on the battlefield, but it might be just bombs. Through studying at Hogwarts, he found that wizards are not equal to gods, at least bullets and bombs can still hurt them. Although the wizards are magical, their power is not infinite. He began to vaguely worry about the assurance Grindelwald gave him. "I will let the World War end this year." Grindelwald was very confident when he said this.

"I think the Ministry of Magic can't close all the passages at all." Longbottom curled his lips, bite the chicken leg hard, and then said in a vague way: "I use Floor powder and say where to go, isn't it? I can go wherever I go?"

Zhao Mai shook his head: "The Ministry of Magic never controls anything."

From the past to the present, and until the future a hundred years later, the Ministry of Magic has no restraint ability for wizards. If freedom produces creativity and intensive productivity, then the Ministry of Magic cannot produce anything. Dark magicians one after another, wizard battles one after another, and the relationship between wizards and Muggles never develops in a good direction. In the end, a global catastrophe caused the intervention of the transcendents.

"Stop talking about the bad things about the Ministry of Magic. They just lost Minister Glogan Stamp, and the current acting minister, Sputter Lupin, cannot hold the scene at all. Who will take over as Minister of the Ministry of Magic has become a quarrel." Longbottom has killed the chicken legs and is working on the honey egg cake. "Don't you want to know another thing?"

"Yes, what's the other thing?" Tolkien asked hurriedly.

"Hey, this has something to do with you." Longbaton raised his eyebrows: "Someone took the risk of entering the Forbidden Forest and caught a house elf. It is said that it was the culprit of attacking the cram school. I really never thought that the house elf could do such a thing!"

"Where did you hear it?" Zhao Mai was a little surprised. Didn't Dumbledore say that it was kept secret for the time being? He had never told anyone, and Dumbledore didn't look like a talkative person.

"I heard what Professor Binz said when he talked with Ms. Ellebera." Longbotton looked at them and suddenly said, "Oh, you probably haven't seen Professor Binz. After all, you only have one teacher Dumbledore. Professor Binz is a ghost who is responsible for teaching the history of magic. After Ainz woke up, he was worried that the bad guy who attacked her would be dispatched again, so he would go to inquire about the news every day. Although Professor Binz is a ghost, he looks very cold on the surface, but he is actually quite friendly. After inquiring about the news, he went to tell Ainz. "

"What else have you heard?" Zhao Mai asked.

"Not many. It seems that the house elf ran away and couldn't ask who it was. Professor Dumbledore had applied for a wanted warrant from the Ministry of Magic, but Principal Dippet thought it was a waste of time and a bit of a disgrace to Hogwarts."

"Running?" Zhao Mai sighed and said, "What a pity. It seems that we cram students should be careful about attacks!"

"Yes, you have to be careful." Longbottom looked at his two friends in a bad mood, so he patted his hands twice to try to cheer them up: "How about this, I invite you to the Quidditch World Cup?!"

"No, we still have to prepare for the exam." Tolkien shook his head, and Zhao Mai was the same. "We can only truly relax when the exam results come out."

"It's a pity, but I understand you very much." Longbaton seemed to have forgotten that he was younger than both of them, but instead said in a "senior" manner: "Don't be nervous during the exam, otherwise it will affect your performance. My experience is that holding a piece of chocolate candy in your mouth during the exam can help you concentrate."

He also had sugar in his mouth during the curse exam? Zhao Mai and Tolkien were both convinced of his statement.

Although Dumbledore's "guarantee", Zhao Mai will not place all his hopes on him, and some things must be worked hard on by himself. Potion classes are not difficult for him. With the help of the natural force, the psychic powers and some Westeros's refining techniques, his success rate of making potions will only be higher than the exam requirements. Magic History and other courses that rely on rote memorization are no problem. Using psychic powers to create memory crystals is the most commonly used method for psychic warlocks.

There will definitely be a flight class because no matter how he tries, he cannot let the broom fly. This may be related to his deepest resistance to the posture of sitting on it. If he stands on the broom, there may be a glimmer of hope for success. Even so, it will be much more "depreciation" than standing on the flying sword. Zhao Mai can use his supernatural power to grab the broom alone, but he cannot add it to the sky before flying into the sky. He can only use a broom in the flight class and cannot turn into a bird, so this score must be lost.

This part of the score is gone, and if you want to pass the score, you can't lose the scores of the spell class anymore. Zhao Mai thought of a way, just like all students who have problems in the exam, ready to "get away" them. Since the psychic power combined with the natural force can imitate most of the effects of the spell, the rest is just how to prevent this imitation from being seen.

"What do you want me to help?" Tolkien thought he had heard it wrong, so he asked, "Do you want me to intersperse another spell in one spell?"

Zhao Mai nodded: "The spells to be tested in the spell class are basically certain. I hope you can help me find a way to insert the spell McAmé into the spell. Let me ask me to have McAmé in it no matter which spell I recite."

"What's the use of this?"

Zhao Mai waved his wand, "McAme"! The wand shone, and at the same time, Zhao Mai raised a book next to him with his spiritual power. "Look, as long as they thought I was pronunciating Yugadi Muleviosa, and I actually used McCame and other abilities, I successfully imitated the floating curse, right? You are a linguist, so it shouldn't be difficult to insert the pronunciation, right?"

"It's not that difficult, it's very difficult!" Tolkien said: "You are no different from creating a language. You have to completely remove the spell and reorganize it. The key is to deceive your ears."

“It’s hard?”
Chapter completed!