At 8 o'clock that night, there was a row of little wizards standing in the office of the ancient magic script.

Felix leaned against the table and rubbed his chin with one hand, "Well..." he looked at these naughty and erratic elements.

There are really many acquaintances.

There are nine little wizards in total, and four red-haired ones, Ron, twins, and Ginny.

The other six are Luna, Graham Montay, Marcus Flint, Eddie Camilche, and Stebbins.

"No one of the four academies fell." Felix said.

"Let me think about it, Fred, George, Graham, Marcus, you four, the field fight;"

"Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, steals into the forbidden forest to feed small animals;"

“Eddie Camilche, selling banned drugs;”

"Sterbins," Felix glanced at him in surprise: "There are hundreds of love letters to the same girl;"

"Of course, there's Ron Weasley, who was misbehaving, shoving the professor."

Felix walked up to them, and they were all talented.

"Professor, they started the move first," Fred said.

"It's you who peek at our team's training!" said Graham Monta, who is the same first-year class as the twins and is Slytherin's pursuit.

"Don't you guys do the same? Don't tell me that Warrington is here for a walk!"

Some of the other little wizards watched the fun, while others bowed their heads and kept silent. The two youngest girls, Luna, used her fingers to tuck her necklaces, stared at the quarrels, while Ginny lowered her head and kept silent.

"Quiet," Felix said, "The argument cannot change the fact that you stand before me."

"I'm looking for you here today to do some testing work. I need you to dig out the possible problems it may have."

He glanced at everyone, "I think it's much more interesting than transcribing materials and dealing with weeds."

Felix moved his fingers, and more than a dozen parchment papers flew to the little wizard behind him.

Fred looked at the parchment paper in his hand. Its workmanship was quite exquisite, with a magical light on the surface. Except for a circle of patterns imprinted around it, the center position was blank.

"Oh, by the way, you need some temporary tables and chairs." Felix pulled out his wand and made the various gadgets on the table jump and transform into small tables and chairs.

Nine little wizards sat on the chair under the professor's instructions. Marcus Flint was the largest and looked like a troll on the ground. Felix had to raise the height of the table and chair for him.

Several people looked at the blank parchment.

"Professor, what do we need to do?"

Felix said: "The parchment in front of you is my new teaching aid, and all you have to do is answer the above questions. Of course, before using the teaching aid, you need to start it. The method is: put a wand on the parchment and say the sentence 'I like ancient magic texts'."

The little wizard on the chair looked at Professor Happ, who was talking with a dumb expression.

The twins looked at each other and shook their eyes to express what they wanted.

Ron raised his hand: "Professor Happ, I have never learned ancient magical writings...and Ginny and her friends."

Felix said gently: "It has no effect. You are still in the beta version. There are not many questions about ancient magic texts on it, and many of them are common sense in the magic world."

Then he looked at everyone, "You will find that all the questions are multiple-choice questions. You just need to use your wand to click on the answer you think is correct, and it will give you feedback."

"This process will be interesting, let's start, little wizards."

Among the little wizards present, Luna had the least psychological burden. She happily took out her magic wand and tapped it on the parchment paper, "I like ancient magic texts."

Under the gaze of several little wizards around, a misty light shone on the parchment paper, and then a line of text appeared in the blank area.

“Welcome to the answering space.”

A few seconds later, the handwriting disappeared and the first problem arose.

‘Do you prefer leaves or thorns?’

Luna happily sits on the option ‘Leaf’.

‘Do you prefer exploration, protection or service?’

Luna's wand is on the 'Explore' option.

‘Do you prefer to think, touch or feel?’

Luna thought for a few seconds and chose the option of ‘feeling’.

The other little wizards suddenly realized that it didn't seem very difficult~ They couldn't wait to start trying.

An episode happened in the middle. When Fred tapped his wand on the parchment, he subconsciously said: "I declare solemnly-"

But he was immediately criticized by George.

"——Oh, um, I like ancient magical texts." Fred made his words come true.

Ron on the other side looked at him, a little confused, so do you like ancient magical script so much? Do you still want to swear?

But in short, everyone started to answer questions.

Soon they discovered that the above questions were not fixed, some were very simple - either asking about your feelings or some magical knowledge; but some were very difficult, involving knowledge in various disciplines.

Moreover, the feedback given by parchment is also different for different types of problems.

For example, Ron was facing a question, "How should you deal with it when encountering a basilisk?"

He confidently chose the option of ‘beat it’ and showed it to Ginny, but a few big blood-red words appeared on the parchment paper-

"Your ending is sad. If there is a next time, run faster."

Luna, who came over to watch the fun, let out a string of night owl-like laughter. She was so angry that she laughed. Ginny patted her back and comforted her.

Ron looked a little unhappy.

Most of the questions Marcus Flint faced were knowledge questions about ancient magical texts. The previous questions were relatively simple. The feedback given to him by parchment was "You are great", "You are the next magical text expert", and "Incredible victory".

Then he answered seven questions wrong in a row, and the parchment's evaluation of him went down the road, becoming "a little bad", "Have you really studied?", "What is the opposite of me, is the giant monster?"

His face became darkened with naked eyes.

But the next question is about the history of magic, ‘When was the International Wizards’ Secretariat Act signed and entered into force?’

Marcus struggled for a long time and chose the first answer, ‘1637’, nothing else, it’s pure Meng.

Several exaggerated characters appeared on the parchment paper, and they were fighting a big man who looked like a giant monster.

Also appearing is an explanation, "The Secretariat Act was signed and put into effect in 1689. If you don't want to be regarded as a troll, remember it for me!"

Marcus curled his lips, who remembers this without any reason?

Eddie Camilche answered almost all about the consequences of reselling banned drugs.

‘In 1927, the dark wizard Campos reselled inferior Bafe brain-waking potion. What happened later?’

He looked at the option, ‘When he was purchased, he was beaten to death by another dark wizard’, ‘was locked up in Azkaban, sentenced to ten years’, ‘Well safe and earn enough money to retire’.

Eddie Camilche chose the last option with anticipation.

Black and red handwriting suddenly appeared on the parchment paper, which looked like it was written in dried blood.

‘Campos was attacked by his partner while purchasing goods, and was later captured by Aurors of the Ministry of Magic and sentenced to ten years in prison.’

Eddie swallowed, but it wasn't over yet, and the next line of writing was "Campos died after only seven years in Azkaban."

Other young wizards will more or less encounter this kind of problem related to their confinement, and many people will sweat heavily after answering it.
Chapter completed!