anyone has a technical problem, they should raise their hand and wait for someone to approach them. Questions? – He quickly scanned the room. – I don't see any.
-Let's begin.- The professor's quiet voice was like a rustle carried through the room. Draco felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
-You may open your exams.- The assistant noted the time, and the sound of seals being broken carried through the hall.
Draco reached for his package, turned it over and broke the wax seal. He pulled out a stack of signed papers. There were three tasks on the title page. The first was to describe the basic types of magic, the second was to give the dates of the historical events cited, and the third was to list and briefly characterise the neighbours of Atlantis. The only writing implement was a simple crystal pen without an alchemical crystal, which meant that one had to control the amount of mana transferred oneself. The reptile quickly got the hang of the instrument and began to solve the tasks with gusto. It turned out that the subsequent ones were not as difficult as he had expected either.
-Time's up!- Draco jumped up reflexively, reaching for his sword.- Please stop writing.
The dragon put down his pen and looked again at his essay on the use of magic on the battlefield. He knew that his conclusions were potentially trivial, but he decided that he couldn't come up with anything better at the moment. It turned out that the devil wasn't as black as he was painted, or more precisely, as he had painted him himself. The exam was less challenging than he had expected, apart from history and a few very specific questions from other sections. Overall, he was surprised that linguistic proficiency was tested simply by adding a note to the instructions that they should be solved in a chosen foreign language.
Draco finished the exam and looked around. There weren't many people left in the hall. Only those sitting at the bottom were still seated at
