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I Hate Cultivators: Becoming a Mage in the Cultivation World by LordM.
22. A Magic Weapon
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Under the flickering light of candles, inside the cramped store, lined with weapons hanging from the walls, Constantine reached into his robe and, with a swish, spread a second blueprint over the table. The smith leaned over it, scratching his unkempt beard until he stopped. His eyes narrowed in focus.
"Here," he said, taking a large pouch from his bag and placing it on the desk beside the blueprint. "I want you to add this powder into all alloys used for the weapon." The smith didn't even glance off the blueprint, seemingly fully focused on it.
Constantine shifted his feet, glancing nervously at the door. His fingers drummed against the table's edge, his thoughts racing. The weight of uncertain legality pressed on him, making him wonder if he might be arrested simply for commissioning a magical weapon. For someone who had been a poor orphan until recently, he knew too little of the cultivation world, even with access to his former teacher's library. 'Are magic weapons legal to buy, manufacture, and own without some permission?'
"What is this part over here?" The smith's rough voice shattered the silence, making Constantine jump slightly. His heart skipped a beat. A spark of curiosity flickered in the smith's eyes. 'Was that excitement in his voice?'
Constantine exhaled, relieved that the smith wasn't pointing at the runes on the spear's head. "That's a connection screw," he said, pointing. "It allows the shaft to be disassembled and split in half, and for the spearhead to be replaced on the spot. It's called a screw."
He demonstrated with his hands, twisting them as if unscrewing something. "See these railings? They fit perfectly, and when rotated, they create a firm connection resistant to pulling." He mimicked the rotation. "It can only be separated by turning it the opposite way. The design has male and female parts."
The smith's eyes widened with understanding. He clasped his hands together and bellowed, causing Constantine to lean further away. "I might as well make small changes to ensure the spear doesn't come apart in a fight. This is ingenious! Where did you find this? "
Constantine wiped his brow, forcing a casual tone. "From a traveling merchant in Sunray City. He sold various metalworks, and one of them had this." Inwardly, Constantine marveled at how quickly the smith grasped the concept from the sketch and his vague description.
The smith nodded, talking rapidly, his hands moving as if shaping invisible objects. "To work as described, those railings need to be incredibly precise. Wooden prototypes, then clay molds, and a hand finish with manual sanding will be necessary."
Constantine's nods grew tighter. He could already see the cost spiraling beyond what he was willing to spend. His mind raced, calculating potential expenses. He was willing to splurge, but he couldn't spend all his coin on a single weapon. He needed to finance his clothing, food, research, and housing.
"How much?" he interrupted, voice steady despite his inner turmoil.
The smith rubbed his chin, leaning over the table toward him. Constantine's hand, hidden underneath the table, drifted toward his dagger, but the smith only grinned and extended his hand. "Are you joking? I should be paying you! I've never seen anything like this!"
Taken aback, Constantine blinked. He could already feel a smile creep onto his face.
"You!" The smith's voice boomed, filled with genuine excitement. "You've taught me something new. For that, I'm grateful—" His excitement faded into an awkward smile. "But I'm short on coin. Things went south, and I can't afford to go into debt for materials."
A cold disappointment washed over Constantine as his hopes plummeted. His fingers dug into the edge of the table, 'Is he enjoying giving me false hope of saving money? How can a skilled smith be broke? Hell, even that village drunkard has a small fortune.'
The smith continued, shame creeping into his voice. "Let's make a deal. You pay for the materials, and I'll do the work for free. That bracelet is also included in this deal. It's the best I can offer right now." Reaching his hand even further, he left it there, waiting for a handshake.
Constantine's eyebrows shot up. He reached out his hand without any hesitation. "Deal." They shook hands firmly. He mused that the smith would likely profit from the screw design, but it didn't matter. He wasn't currently in a position to profit from it right now. An idea formed in his mind—there was vast potential for profit in steel and glass. He could finance his arcane research through trade.
'Glass is expensive in this era. Hard to produce and the production secrets are kept well… secret. Hmm, forming a trading company—' He shook his head slightly, thinking of the powerful guilds. 'Not now. I'd make too many enemies. The glassmakers and steelmakers wouldn't hesitate to eliminate competition, either through absorption, stealing, or even murder.'
He sighed, remembering how the corporations of his old world grew stronger and stronger. There was no competition; everything was absorbed and controlled by a few powerful companies that were almost like governments—governments operating without any borders to cull their influence.
Money created enemies, and now, he didn't want any more. Nor did he have the capital for such massive investments.
"Anyway, this screw will solve one of the greatest problems spears have. They are too conspicuous to carry around. But if you could disassemble it and assemble it on the spot—" The smith's words trailed off as he leaned closer to the blueprint.
Meanwhile, Constantine nodded. It was exactly what he was going for. When he thought of which type of weapon to choose, his thoughts initially wandered toward a sword. But the longer he thought of it, the more assured he was that a spear was a superior weapon.
Hearing the smith's words, he went over their benefits once more 'Longer reach, requires less training to master, is cheap to manufacture, easier to maintain, has greater piercing power, and is harder to block.' In the medieval era of his old world, swords mostly filled the role of sidearms, while polearms were the kings of the battlefield. If he wanted to become a skilled swordsman, that would require long and tedious training, but with a spear, he could quickly become at least adequate.
The smith's voice resounded again, "A question. Why is the wooden part of the weapon shaft hollow with a metal rod to be inserted? The extra weight might add some extra punch, but it will be very heavy. Also a bit of a waste of good metal."
'It is to carry liquid mana through a mana-conductive alloy into the runic head. Together with the screwable head, it should allow me to change them depending on what runes I need.' Constantine thought, but bit his tongue, unwilling to betray that much. Instead, he refuted the smith, "It's a personal preference. The added weight gives it a unique balance."
The smith shrugged his shoulders, mumbling something indiscernible. Then he nodded, "I will at least make the core nonuniform to keep the head heavier, and by that increase the piercing power."
Growing impatient, Constantine shifted his footing, eager to visit the market before sundown. He questioned, "When will you have my order ready?"
The smith looked at him, scratching his unkempt beard, seemingly deep in thought. "I have other orders. No matter how boring they might be, it wouldn't do for me to tarnish my professionalism by intentionally delaying them. Your order contains unique parts that need their own molds. Two weeks, a month at most. I recommend coming in a week; might need your additional input if some problems arise."
'A month?' Constantine furrowed his eyebrows in surprise. He thought initially it would be a couple of weeks at most. But he knew nothing of forging in this world and the methods they used. 'It might be even too quick considering all of my unusual requirements.'
"So be it." He nodded curtly, turned on his heel, and strode toward the exit. The old floorboards groaned under his weight. Just as he reached the door, he paused. "Good day."
The smith remained silent, focused on his work, as Constantine stepped out into the bustling square. The air was thick with the scent of roasting meats and fresh bread, mingling with the hum of voices. Constantine glanced up at the clear blue sky and allowed himself a small, satisfied grin. He couldn't help but have a good impression of the smith: 'This man loves his profession. There is passion in it besides just desire to make living.'
His hands trembled ever so slightly, and his lips twitched with anticipation. He couldn't wait to test the weapon, to see all the bits of his knowledge interacting together.
As he weaved through the crowded market, his eyes flitted over the various stalls brimming with goods. Eventually, his gaze was drawn to a small stand on the far side of the square. A collection of hides hung from wooden racks that swayed gently in the breeze. Behind the table stood a burly merchant, his broad shoulders and thick arms covered in a colorful cloak.
'There might be some monster hides with runes on them,' Constantine mused as he approached, letting his fingers brush over a particularly smooth piece of deer hide. He feigned interest, sifting through the piles of leather with a practiced eye. The merchant leaned in, his grin widening as he sensed a potential sale.
"Welcome, welcome! My hides are all top quality—perfect for cloaks, hats, or even a bit of home décor to ward off the winter chill. Are you looking for something specific?" His voice was warm, almost too eager.
Constantine nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, my mistress is interested in hides with unusual patterns. Anything... unique?"
The merchant's eyes gleamed as he began sifting through his stock, pulling out several pieces with exaggerated care. Finally, he laid a few select hides before Constantine, who leaned in, pretending to scrutinize them closely.
'This one's from the same fiery cat I acquired,' Constantine nodded toward the bright orange fur, his gaze shifting to a brownish hide with a rough texture beside it. A single large, grayish rune marked its surface. 'I've never seen this rune before. Implant, record it, and scan the pattern.'
"What beast did this come from?" Constantine asked, gesturing toward the marked hide.
"A petrifying pig," the merchant declared, his chest puffed out with pride. "You must know the rarity of such a well-preserved specimen. This beast can turn its hide as hard as a stone, tearing through a man's flesh like parchment while resisting swords and arrows as if they were mere twigs."
'Interesting. A hardening rune, perhaps?' Constantine's mind raced. 'So there are runes that can alter physical properties, not just summon elements. Fascinating. How would it interact with fire? Can it harden fire? Make it more solid?' There were dozens of questions and theories popping into his mind.
His eyes wandered to a fluffy, reddish tail hanging from a nearby rack, adorned with intricate white patterns. 'Looks like a fox's tail.'
"And this one?" he inquired, his tone casual.
The merchant's grin widened further. "Ah, you've got a keen eye, sir. That's the tail of a Firefox. Imagine it—a beast that can unleash torrents of flame from its tail, scorching anything in its path. Without the right protection, any hunter is as good as ash without the protection of a heavy shield or distance."
Constantine leaned closer, inspecting the tail with apparent curiosity. 'Implant, record it, and scan the pattern,' he commanded internally, ensuring he captured every detail. He then remarked, keeping a chuckle within him, "Do you also have a Waterfox, or maybe a Chrome? My mistress is quite picky."
The merchant let out a hearty laugh, though his eyes flickered with confusion at the unfamiliar names. "Ah, I'm afraid not, sir. But I assure you, a Firefox tail makes a splendid hat—or a fine scarf for your mistress."
Constantine shook his head with a feigned sigh of disappointment. "Your wares are impressive, but my mistress's set on a Waterfox. Maybe next time. You know how women are—one day it's this, the next it's that."
The merchant chuckled knowingly. "Indeed, sir. Well, I wish you a good day, and perhaps we'll meet again."
Constantine offered a polite nod before turning away, his excitement barely contained. The Firefox tail would be a valuable addition to his runic collection. He could already imagine the possibilities—controlling fire at a distance, like wielding a flamethrower. He could already summon elements, but he had no way to control them.
'Runes to perhaps shape flames? Maybe even accelerate them? Direct them?' He wasn't sure what exactly the new runes meant, making him eager to try them.
Then he paused, turning toward the trader with a grin playing on his face, "If I bring you two shadenwolf furs, slightly damaged, would you be willing to buy them off me?" He questioned the merchant. He needed to at least partially replenish his coin.
"Shadenwolves, you say? Hmm, depending on the damage, I might be able to buy them off." The merchant responded swiftly. Constantine noticed the speed of the response: 'He is eager. There's probably a good price for them.' Nodding, he turned away, marching off.
His pace quickened as he left the market, his heart pounding with anticipation. He needed to test the new runes. He needed to see what they could do.
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Chapter 291 Warning
Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat
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Harry finally experienced Ron's "squeezed out of a rubber tube" feeling, he felt that description is an understatement, the pressure from all sides, then their cornea issued a strong warning, their chests felt like a few layers of iron bands is puts on it, as well as the inability to breathe.
If it were in reality, he should be now wet with sweat.
Not only Harry, Ron, and Hermione also can not bear it, they lasted two more times before deciding to quit, Harry inquired, "If we can not adapt, will we stay stuck in this level?"
"If you can't even adapt to the Side-Along Apparition, Can you keep focused and mobilize your magic in the real thing?" Professor Hap then reassured them, "You're still young, there's no need to rush."
The common room.
All three opened their eyes at the same time, "That's cool, isn't it?" Harry asked.
Ron smiled and said, "More than cool, it's simply COOL!" He put one hand to his forehead in a weird pose, "I'm a silly boy from the country."
Harry laughed out loud and Hermione looked puzzled.
"Gentlemen, is this the latest popular joke?"
"Oh Hermione, it's a line from The Strange Adventures of Mick the Little Wizard, whenever Mick sees something he can't recognize, he says this ..."
Hermione shrugged her shoulders and said dryly, "That's funny."
The days then passed, Felix managed to add the alarm spell on the Marauders' Map, as for the rest, it is just left to time to mull over the matter.
He only found, to his surprise, that a month had passed when Harry handed him the essay on Apparition and the nameless book.
As it moved forward to March, the weather became sunnier, and from the castle, one could see a distinct green colour in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, but there is also more wind, a bitterly cold wind that hurts one's skin, and every time the owls appear in the great hall their feathers will curl up, which makes these responsible little guys temperamental. If you couldn't open your mail in time and supplement it with a few owl treats, they would angrily peck your hand.
Felix finished his portrait and sent it to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. What took the most time from him was not the injection of memories, but the implementation of heavy protective magic.
If anyone dared to use a stunning spell on his portrait, that person would definitely find a huge 'surprise' waiting for him - originally Felix didn't think that much about it, but after going to Black's old mansion to read books more often, this worry came naturally.
It was the first time he got to know a pure-blood nobleman's home so well. Almost every two or three steps, he could see traces of magic, which he treated as a relic buried deep underground and that resurfaced again, with the true and false stories he heard from Mundungus.
Felix also figured out one thing in passing, Kreacher had known him for a long time, and the unpleasant scream he heard when he first tried to force his way into Black's old house belonged to the ageing house elf.
"What could Kreacher do? When someone is found trying to force his way in, he can only activate the house's defensive magic."
...
Twelve Grimmauld Place.
"So you already knew about this place!" Sirius asked in amazement.
"As I told you, I got a little help from the Black family." Felix curled the corners of his mouth.
"Who told you that?" Sirius trailed off, "Wait - Phineas Nigellus Black, my great-great-grandfather! You asked me back then where his portrait is kept!"
He said ironically, "His portrait is much more sensible than he was when he was alive, did he make a mistake when he injected his memories?"
Felix said softly, "He hoped I could spare you, spare the only descendant of House Black - under Dumbledore's nose, even though you were the most notorious outlaw in Azkaban at the time."
"..."
"Though you are now, too." He added.
Sirius looked at him speechlessly and said resentfully, "Thanks for the reminder, you make me feel like an ungrateful bastard, but if you knew what I was like as a child ... forget it, there's nothing else for me to do I'm going to go keep an eye on the Marauders' Map."
"The Marauders' Map has an alarm spell, no one needs to keep an eye on it."
"Then I'll go clean my room!" He said irritably.
Felix stopped teasing him and his expression became serious: "Back to business, I came here to tell you not to come to my office anymore, and I'm not going to be here for a while, the Ministry of Magic is coming to visit."
Sirius froze for a moment: "Ministry of Magic? Come to Hogwarts, why?"
"Because of you," Felix said: "There is no more arrogant fugitive than you, the Ministry of Magic has laid a net everywhere, and you still swaggered into Hogwarts, less than three hundred meters away from the castle entrance."
"Dumbledore's previously insisted reason thus overturned, the school is no longer safe, parents sent him a letter, he had to compromise ... now the abandoned classroom next door to Filch has been converted into a temporary station for the Ministry of Magic."
Sirius said awkwardly, "I didn't think about it that much, I got two wands from the dark wizard in Knockturn Alley, as well as smuggled polyjuice potion, and the plan just popped up naturally."
Felix shook his head as he held out his arm, "Accio Marauders' Map!" A fold of parchment "whoosh" came flying, then he turned and walked into the fireplace, "I take the map, in addition, I do not know if I am qualified to caution you, the world is like a chess game, so if you make a move, you should allow others to respond."
His figure disappeared into the turquoise flames.
Sirius stared blankly at the fireplace and muttered, "Playing chess? You think I don't know how to play?"
"Kreacher!" He shouted.
"Bang!"
An old, ugly, house-elf appeared, and Kreacher bowed deeply with his back arched, putting his nose to the ground, "What are your orders, esteemed loser young master?"
Sirius's eyelids jumped, holding back his anger, "I'm going out, you continue to clean up the house, I don't care where you keep the rags, but don't let me see them, or I'll throw them all out."
"Mr. Hap strongly discouraged you from going out, if he knows ..."
"Kreacher! Who the hell is your master?" Sirius said in exasperation, "Or I'll just give you to him!"
Kreacher muttered in a low voice, but his voice was just enough for the person across the room to hear: "Old Kreacher has served the noble Black family for generations, and if you insist, master, I prefer Miss Narcissa."
Sirius gasped, his nose almost crooked, and he stomped away.
"Where are you going?"
"Muggle community! To learn how to play chess! You go and sue me!"
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Alexeander· Jul 27, 2024
6 months later, in a certain muggle newspaper;
A new chess master appears!!!
Sirius Black takes the global chess master tournament by storm!
Random department of muggle affairs employee (reading said newspaper): .... Probably just a guy with the same name.
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> Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) > Chapter 292 Mock Exam
Chapter 292 Mock Exam
Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat
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The next morning, Felix is eating breakfast in the great hall.
"Flutter!"
An owl delivering a newspaper landed on his table. He gave the owl a nut and opened the paper in his hand, and before he could read its contents, a second and third owl landed next to him, squeezing, scraping, and stepping on the dishes.
"Congratulations, Professor Hap." Lupin, who is seated next to him, remarked, gesturing to the headline of the spread-out newspaper - "Youngest recipient of the St. Mungo's medical badge!"
Felix said politely, "Thank you-oh!" He dodged the beak of a cranky owl and pulled out the letter tied to its leg, but soon seven or eight more came, flapping their wings and eyeing Felix intently, urging him to hurry up with the letter.
He drew his wand and tapped the edge of the cup, and all the letters on a dozen owls flew over, he nimbly took them in his hands and then told Lupin, "Actually, the badge was delivered to me quite earlier, only it was not published until now."
These owls drank some orange juice, then took two cookies with them, and flew away with their wings, leaving the cups and plates on the table in disarray, and Felix no longer wanted to eat, so he gathered the letters together.
He first glanced at the Daily Prophet, which showed a picture of himself receiving the St. Mungo's Medical Badge, standing with a group of older-looking healers, with the logo of the St. Mungo's Magical Medical Association in the background.
He was standing in the middle of the group, smiling gently, holding a blue-green shield-shaped badge with a snake wand in the center with the light green letter 'M' in the background. Next to him, Lady Dorothea Bonham, standing.
Felix then began to open the letters one by one, most of them from the healer community, with greetings from new healers and invitations for exchange from healers with a certain level of reputation, which he put away, intending to take the time to reply to them one by one.
A gray-covered letter caught his attention. It is an official letter from the Ministry of Magic. Upon opening it, the letter stated that they recognized his outstanding contribution to the field of memory damage treatment and awarded him with the Second Class, Order of Merlin award.
At the foot of the official letter, there is a long list of signatures of the current members of the Wizengamot, and he saw quite a few familiar names - Amelia Bones, Barty Crouch, Tiberius Ogden, Griselda Marchbanks, Albus Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge...
"A second class order merlin award," Felix remarked, assuming that Fudge had stalled it, dragging the matter rather long.
The award ceremony is scheduled to be held in two weeks, giving him plenty of time to make arrangements.
Coming out of the great hall, Felix saw a short, fat witch in a pink dress, and he frowned, saying nothing. Umbridge didn't come around often, but it's just hard to ignore her, and her presence is even higher than that of Tonks and the other male Auror who is stationed here.
Many young wizards were aware of the presence of a high-ranking Ministry of Magic official who loved to wear pink at the school, sometimes followed by two Aurors, sometimes by herself, smiling like a little girl.
Umbridge acted low-key, she stood with Filch, and when Felix looked over, Mrs. Norris ran over to him as she rubbed and nuzzled his feet.
"Norris, you seem to be in a good state," Felix said as the cat's originally rough fur became smooth, and she gained some more flesh on her body, at least it didn't seem like her eyes were so bulging and weird anymore.
"Meow~"
Mrs. Norris purred lazily, her voice seeping as usual.
Umbridge looked back and saw Felix, she immediately looked away and whispered a question to Filch, who loudly said in a thick voice: "Professor Hap, ah ... you are asking the right person, he is really a good man ... "
"Keep your voice down!" Umbridge choked and squealed, she turned back sheepishly and saw Felix smiling at her, she hurriedly handed Filch a bag and instructed two sentences before leaving.
"What did she tell you to do?" Felix inquired as he walked over.
Filch grunted, "Asking about the professors in the school, and also about you, sneakily asked me to spread some detectors around the school, I asked her whose order it is, and she refused to answer me."
"Mr. Filch, give it to me," said Felix, "I'll consult Minerva, and by the way, is there enough Tonic left for Mrs. Norris?"
"Enough, plenty enough, there's still leftover from before," said Filch with a red-face, "and I asked Madam Pomfrey to make a new batch, fearing that I would make a mistake ... you see how beautiful Mrs. Norris is now, and those little wizards who make mistakes can't get away from us!"
"Ahem, ahem!" Felix coughed dryly twice, "If you have any problems, just look for me, I'll go first, I still have class ..."
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Seventh-grade ancient runes' classroom.
Felix scanned the students off the stage, "Try to concentrate class, we are doing an N.E.W.T. mock exam, even though you have studied well over the past few months, ... you still need to be in awe."
The wizards offstage giggled and laughed until he reminded, "Ten minutes to go." Only then did the students get busy with their final checks.
The sun shone through the tall windows, creating patches of light that shone on their papers, and the tall Marcus shrank down to the small, narrow, single table - modelled from the NEWTs' exam format. His head is bent low, his eyes quickly scanning the entire paper, occasionally correcting his answers with a quill, his other hand battling with a pimple on his face.
Geoffrey, Penelope, and Percy finished their papers early, though Percy remained frowning and checking till the last moment, only then did his whole body relax with a satisfied smile.
"Time's up. Everyone - stop writing, Accio test papers."
Dozens of test papers flew towards Felix with a clatter, he placed them on the podium, and a palm-sized golem immediately jumped on top of the papers, holding a golden feather quill in its hand, and began to correct the papers.
Penelope sighed as she said, "Every once in a while, you can see a clear improvement, the professor's golem can already correct the test papers instead of him."
Percy nodded, "You know how capable my advanced golem is, but it is only stored with a hundred books for now, yet it can instantly provide me with feedback on anything I ask it to look up."
Penelope said regretfully, "Unfortunately, I didn't sign up for the dueling tournament, so I missed it, I probably won't have a chance to get it as we would graduate next year."
"Alright class, we need to wait a few minutes," Felix looked at the crowd, "I'm glad to see you all finished answering your papers, normally this exam would last all morning, while we only took two hours for this mock test... ... still you finished the test."
"Because of your thinking classroom!" Wood said aloud, he had enough reason to be excited, from the original ancient runes academic scum to now being able to answer the paper in advance, this much of improvement only in just a few months.
Moreover, he could get an E at the lowest minimum, and if he got lucky, he would get an O to boot.
Wood's statement drew a round of applause, and two boys whistled and let out a jubilant cheer.
Felix waited for the classroom to quiet down, as he smiled and stated, "The knowledge is out there, but not everyone is going to learn it. With the remaining bit of time, we can talk about ... what you all intend to do after graduation, have you thought about it?"
"I'm going to help out at home," Geoffrey said.
"The Ministry of Magic." Percy murmured with anticipation.
"Uh, I haven't thought about it yet ... but Puddlemere United did send me an offer to be a reserve Quidditch player, and I've been hesitant about that." Wood scratched his chin.
There are still quite a few people who are undecided, and those who are talking about their aspirations -
"I want to work for wizengamot!"
"I think it would be good to travel around and see the magic of different countries ..."
A few minutes passed hurriedly, "Okay, let's have a look at your results." Felix picked up the test papers and flipped through them one by one. "Well ..."
The students stared at Professor Hap, the classroom went very quiet, not even the "rustle" of turning books was heard, they listened carefully to every word he said.
Felix announced the results, "All students have met the standard! No one below E. As for O's, there are twenty-three."
A Hufflepuff wizard exclaimed, "It's not impossible for all of us to get an O by the time the exams start, Professor, there's going to be a new legend in Hogwarts!"
Felix chuckled, "A Legend ... is it you guys, or is it me?"
"Of course, it's ... us!" The boy winked and said flatteringly, and the classroom instantly filled with a happy atmosphere.
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