After leaving the tent, Michael quickened his pace, passed the examiner assigned to him, and looked around as though searching for something.
The first person he wanted to find was Wizet, so he could tell him about hearing the Phoenix's song during the exam and ask how Wizet's own exam had gone.
It was not because he wanted to compare their results. After all, he knew perfectly well that comparing grades with Wizet was meaningless.
That was not comparison—it was asking for trouble.
He was simply curious about how long someone of Wizet's magical level would take to pass the exam, and how Wizet had handled that "Bonus Question b)."
With that in mind, he asked the examiner, "Sir, after we finish the exam, do we leave right away... or do we gather somewhere and leave together?"
The examiner answered, "Just like yesterday, once candidates finish their exams, Ministry of Magic staff will guide them out of here."
Michael nodded, the corners of his mouth drooping with a touch of disappointment. "I see..."
"What is it? Are you worried that you were the last one out?" The examiner seemed to realize something and pointed into the distance.
"You can tell just by looking over there! Ten candidates are taking the exam. Once a candidate finishes and leaves, the examiners gather there."
"Right now..." He counted the examiners. "Four candidates are still taking the exam. You're not the slowest."
"There are still four classmates who haven't come out?" Michael blinked and muttered softly, "Sixth place... that's not bad either!"
"Since the exam is over anyway, go relax!" The examiner turned and lifted his chin in indication. "You can leave from over there. Ministry of Magic staff will guide you."
After saying that, the examiner headed toward his colleagues in the distance.