This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 656 OWLs Exam
"The exam is coming up. How many perfect scores do you plan to get, Taylor?"

Professor Flitwick looked at Andrew happily, not worried about his grades at all - although he had kicked Andrew out of the class for nearly a year, if Andrew couldn't get full marks, it could only be said that there was something wrong with the examiner.

The OWLs exam lasts for two weeks, and spells, as Hogwarts' traditional advantage subject, is naturally placed at the forefront.

"I'll try to be as much as possible, Dean."

Andrew responded cheerfully - he was indeed in a good mood these days.

After all, the secret that Dumbledore mentioned was about to be revealed, and he was really curious about what was hidden under the Department of Mysteries and what was missing in the history of wizards' magic.

As for the exams, well, although he also hoped to follow the dean's wishes and get full marks, he was actually not sure of getting full marks in several subjects - all O's plus a few full marks would be enough for his sake.

"Well, the more the better. Let Professor Marchbank refresh his thinking and stop saying that Albus created miracles and that we can no longer see miracles."

The smile on Professor Flitwick's face was obviously genuine - although spells were not his student's strongest subject, Andrew's current situation, which was able to independently adjust spells to achieve the strongest effect and master a vast number of spells and curse techniques, was already the best result he had expected over the years.

"I'll try, Dean."

Andrew fumbled with his wand, feeling the heat communicating with him, and nodded.

"That's it, do well in the exam."

After the professor stuffed a bag of snacks into Andrew's pocket, he stopped paying attention to him. Even when the exam officially started the next day, the dean didn't ask much about Andrew's situation, and it was obvious that he was very confident in him.

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"I have seen the examiner many times..."

Andrew glanced at the examiner above him, nodded to him, and then waited for the test paper to be distributed - no different from before.

He took the test paper and answered the questions one by one without even checking the content at the back. Then he quickly read it silently again, put the test paper aside, and began to deconstruct the spell involved in the test paper on the draft paper.

It was impossible for him to hand in the paper early as it would affect the mood of other students. He had the obligation to make others less nervous - after all, he was the class monitor and he had some sense of duty.

Of course, when he handed in the paper, he also handed in the draft paper. The examiner took a closer look but didn't stop him.

When he went out, Professor Flitwick was there encouraging everyone. He didn't even ask him about his exam results. He just smiled and nodded and let him go.

There were some troubles in the afternoon. After thinking for a while, Andrew decided not to change his examination seat - although it might be suspected of discouraging others, using his privilege to discuss with the examiner for this purpose seemed like cheating.

"That's all, just take the exam safely..."

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"Next group, Dean Thomas, Andrew Taylor..."

Dean took a breath and didn't pay attention to the name that followed. Even when he heard the name Taylor, he didn't care much - or rather, he was extremely nervous now.

His grades are not very ideal, but... who doesn't want to get better grades?

He was not very good at casting spells, and he lost a lot of points in the morning. When he opened the book at noon, he was a little overwhelmed.

"I want to perform well, um, perform well..."

He muttered, but his eyes couldn't help but drift to the next room - who wouldn't know Andrew? As early as his second year, he had heard rumors that Gryffindor had seven prefects, one of whom was in Ravenclaw.

At that time, he was still laughing at those troublemakers who committed fouls, but who could have thought that Taylor would become more and more outrageous later on?

While the rest of the students were still vying for the top spot in the school, the hidden class leader had already become famous throughout the entire wizarding world. Not only had he directly rewritten the Transfiguration textbook, but he had also gained such glory that it was even recorded in the history of magic!

This is simply incomparable!
All of this was outrageous enough, not to mention his incredibly high achievements in Transfiguration - but when he was preparing for the OWLs in fifth grade, there were actually two required spells named after him!
The most important thing is that the other party didn’t even attend the class, because everyone assumed that the other party could get full marks in the OWLs exam!
"How can I test this? Compared to Taylor, my spellcasting is simply..."

"Merlin's beard!"

While he was discussing the questions with the examiner, there was a sudden exclamation from the next room, and then Dean saw a tall examiner running over here.

"Professor Tofty!"

The tall professor shouted, calling Dean's examiner - only then did he realize that the examiner here was a bit old.

"Come and see the miracle, Merlin's beard, Professor Andrew's spell is simply-"

The tall examiner paused, "Art, yes, art!"

'ah? ’

Dean was stunned, but Professor Tofty seemed unmoved.

"Take the exam seriously," the old professor said sternly, "Don't be so nervous. Clever techniques can indeed make spells look elegant, but Professor Flitwick is good at that."

"It's not rhythm, Professor Tofty! It's art. Well, it's what we often call the most appropriate spell, the most appropriate spell that can be released with just a gesture!"

The anxious tall professor cast a spell and pulled open the curtain - this made Dean a little uneasy, but he couldn't say anything.

But soon he had no time to feel uneasy.

Taylor, who was casting a spell over there, was not disturbed by the influence outside the field, and the opponent's wand was not messy - no, not the wand, but the left hand!

With a slight flick of the fingers, the cups that were listed as the objects of the spell began to dance, as if they were controlled by some mysterious hand rather than by a spell.

'It's like playing the piano.'

Dean suddenly thought of a concert he had seen before - Taylor's wand was like a baton, and the examiner had just expressed his request, and the necessary silent spell was skillfully cast.

There was no sound, no sign, not even a sense of control.

It was clearly the spell that was performed as requested, but Dean didn't feel any disharmony at all.

Not only him, but even Professor Tofty was immersed in Taylor's spellcasting rhythm - until the series of performances ended and the dance of the right hand wand and left hand fingers stopped, everyone realized that this was an exam!

"Merlin's beard - we have to hurry, time is running out..."

Professor Tofty spoke in a low voice, looking a little flustered, but soon turned to surprise, "Four minutes? Only four minutes?"

(End of this chapter)