As for what you said—what if someone broke this magic?
Wouldn't that be even better?
If they had the ability to break the magic Tierra had set, then what would it matter if they passed his Dark Magic exam?
Inside the examination room, Harry rubbed his forehead in frustration. He knew he couldn't get distracted, but the noise outside made it impossible for him to concentrate.
He turned to look at Ron and saw that Ron had grown even more impatient.
"Don't worry, Ron. You can do it. Think carefully about what Tierra said before," Harry encouraged him, but--
Harry's own mind felt completely blank.
Ron looked up with a bright yet bitter smile. "Th-thank you, Harry. I know it isn't easy, but I'll tr--"
"Shh! Keep it down!" Tiffany Labres, who was sitting in front of them, suddenly turned around and fiercely shushed Harry and Ron. "We're still taking the exam!"
Tiffany Labres warned them in a low voice.
"Sorry, sorry!" Harry and Ron hurriedly apologized. They picked up their pens again and prepared to continue answering the questions. Even if he felt he couldn't do it, he didn't want to give up during the exam.
Hermione glanced at Harry and Ron and smiled faintly.
She gently set her pen to the paper and began thinking through the last three questions.
Second by second, time passed as Harry, Ron, and Hermione wrote with full concentration. Sometimes they pondered silently; sometimes they rubbed their temples in confusion before returning to their writing.
It was as if they were searching for the right answers in a magical maze, making mistake after mistake and trying again.
No matter what, if someone broke the magic Tierra had set, it might have been a better thing for Harry. He was growing increasingly irritated, as