So Draco didn't bother to give a long explanation for these issues, but the exam still had to be taken, and the questions still had to be answered. He couldn't just hand in a blank paper and pass; that would be too disrespectful to the examiners.
So Draco began to wonder: what was the person who created these questions and these tests trying to achieve? What were they trying to test?
But in the dean's eyes, this guy was either propping his chin up with a pen, touching the tip of his nose, or twirling a pencil around, occasionally looking up at the ceiling. Compared to the other students' complete concentration, Draco was practically on vacation.
Unsurprisingly, this nonchalant behavior drew the dean's attention, or rather, he kept a close eye on Draco.
Moreover, there was no fear of students cheating, as the exam itself was designed to prevent cheating. However, Draco just kept fiddling around and playing games, without answering questions, thinking, or showing any signs of cheating.
This puzzled Henry greatly.
What on earth is this guy doing?
However, this also illustrates one thing.
That is, this guy is completely unaffected by the exam paper.
After what seemed like an eternity, Draco finally picked up his pencil, ready to write. Henry had already shifted his posture, thinking to himself: This little guy has finally figured it out; it's really not easy.
But then Draco suddenly stopped writing.
Actually, he didn't stop; he just finished writing.
It only had one sentence written on it: I am aware of these illusions; they may exist, but they cannot control me.
Draco couldn't help but feel smug about his act, and a slight smile crept onto his face. He could already imagine the stunned expression on the teacher's face when they saw that line of text.
As soon as he looked up, he saw Director Henry, who had been staring at him. Without even waiting to grade the papers, Henry was stunned.
Director Henry wondered: What does this mean? Is it finished?
What is this?
Two hours to think, one minute to answer?
And judging from his writing, it couldn't have been more than thirty words. What kind of question is this? What is this kid up to?
This confusion made Henry restless any longer, so he simply stood up under the pretext of inspecting the examination room. Of course, he wouldn't walk straight up behind Draco, as that would be too deliberate.
When Draco saw the Dean begin his rounds, his grin widened even further, like a top student waiting for the teacher to review their work. He really wanted to see the Dean's reaction when he saw the answer.
Henry strolled along, taking the opportunity to observe the other candidates' answers. The other examinees, however, were too preoccupied with the mental illusions of the exam papers to pay attention to the dean's inspection. Their minds were completely focused on the blueprints in front of them.
Henry thought to himself that this was the normal reaction to this exam paper. But then he thought that these two boys were special cases, outsiders who had taken the initiative to break through the barriers and contact the academy, so Henry would not judge them by common sense.
Moreover, there have been precedents over the years.
There are always one or two exceptional geniuses who pass the test in unexpected ways.
Soon, Henry walked up behind Draco. Draco sensed someone watching him from behind, but he didn't turn around. He just pretended to look at the exam paper nonchalantly.
After the questions changed several times, Henry finally saw the answer area and Draco's answer. That short line of text both surprised him and made perfect sense to him.
This showed that the student had understood what the exam was testing. Henry didn't say anything more and walked away.
Hermione had already finished the second question. Sitting next to her, she could naturally sense the headmaster's attention, and she could also observe Draco's every move while he was answering the question. This guy was either playing with his pen or touching his head, and he didn't seem to be taking the question seriously at all.
Sensing Hermione's gaze, Draco, who had nothing better to do, also looked over. Hermione, curious, mouthed a question to him:
"What are you doing?"
Draco mouthed a reply:
"Nothing much, just finished writing."
He knew how much his words had affected Hermione.
Sure enough, Hermione showed her adorable surprised expression again.
Eyes wide open, lips parted, eyebrows raised.
Hermione was about to press for an answer when Draco smiled and gestured with his chin towards the podium. Hermione followed his gaze.
Director Henry, back on the podium, was still watching their row. She could only suppress her questions and focus her attention back on her exam paper.
Hermione's focus on answering the questions was disrupted. She realized that no matter what she did, this guy always managed to stir her emotions. She had no choice but to regroup and finish the last question.
Since Draco was sitting in the front row and Director Henry was watching him closely, Draco couldn't stare at Hermione, fearing it would affect her answer. So he could only lie on the table, watching the hourglass slowly run down, with less and less sand left.
A moment later, two people came in. The students who had finished writing were drawn to them, while those who hadn't finished were engrossed in their writing.
Draco looked over and saw a man and a woman, dressed maturely and looking older than adults. Each of them was carrying three black boxes. Henry nodded to them.
The two placed the boxes a distance apart on the long lectern, and then, following Henry, each stood on one of the long lecterns. Draco could see clearly that there was a rectangular hole on the side of the box facing him, which seemed to be for collecting exam papers.
The hourglass finally dripped out the last grain of sand.
Henry also announced the end of the exam, "Stop answering the questions."
Some people got up to hand in their papers, some sighed at how quickly time had flown by, some breathed a sigh of relief, and some slapped their foreheads in frustration at how slow they had written, and could only hand in their papers as well.
Hermione finished her last stroke, relaxed her tense shoulders, and looked at Draco. Draco gave her a thumbs-up and praised, "Very careful, Miss Granger."
"Hmph, who's as perfunctory as you?"
At this point, Director Henry explained to everyone:
"This is the magician's test. Please put your test papers in the box in front of you. After you hand in your papers, you may leave. You can tour the campus, eat in the cafeteria, or find a place to rest. The second test will be held in the next room at 2 PM."
The dean's words caused a stir among the students, with one asking, "Magicians? Do such things really exist?"
Someone nearby confidently chimed in, "Of course! Think about how bizarrely we got here."
Some people's eyes lit up. "I've only ever seen magic and superpowers in movies and TV shows, and I've always dreamed of having those powers. I never thought I'd actually have the chance to become a magician!"
"So, does this mean I can really master magic and cast spells in the future?" Someone clenched their fist excitedly.
While some were overjoyed, others felt a deep unease.