A certain Hogwarts professor of runes

At eight o'clock that evening, a row of young wizards stood in the office of the Ancient Magic Runes.

Felix leaned against the table, rubbing his chin with one hand, "Hmm..." He looked at these mischievous troublemakers.

There were quite a few acquaintances there.

There were nine little wizards in total, and four of them had red hair: Ron, the twins, and Ginny.

The other five are Luna, Graham Monta, Marcus Flint, Eddie Camille, and Stebbins.

"Not a single one of the four colleges will be left out," Felix said.

"Let me think... Fred, George, Graham, Marcus, the four of you, fighting on the court;"

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

"Eddie Camille, selling illegal drugs;"

"Stepbins," Felix looked at him in surprise, "wrote over a hundred love letters to the same girl;

"And of course, Ron Weasley, who misbehaved by shoving the professor."

Felix walked up to them; they were all talented individuals.

"Professor, they started it," Fred said.

"You guys were spying on our team's practice!" Graham Monta said. He was in the same year as the twins and was a Slytherin Chaser.

"Aren't you the same? Don't tell me Warrington is just here for a walk!"

Some of the other young wizards watched the spectacle, while others kept their heads down in silence. The two youngest girls, Luna and Ginny, stared intently at the argument, fiddling with Luna's Butterbeer cork necklace, while Ginny remained silent with her head down.

"Quiet," Felix said. "Arguing won't change the fact that you're standing in front of me."

"I've called you all here today to do some testing. I need you to uncover as many potential problems as possible."

He glanced at everyone and said, "I think this is much more interesting than copying data and dealing with weeds."

Felix flicked his fingers, and nine parchments flew from behind him to the young wizard.

Fred looked at the parchment in his hand; its workmanship was exquisite, and its surface shimmered with a magical glow. Apart from a ring of patterns around the edges, the center was blank.

"Oh, right, you need some temporary tables and chairs." Felix pulled out his wand, causing the various trinkets on the table to bounce and transform into small tables and chairs.

At the professor's signal, the nine young wizards sat in chairs. Marcus Flint was the largest, looking like a giant sitting on the ground, and Felix had to raise the height of his chair and table.

The group stared 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 questions on it. Of course, before using the teaching aid, you need to activate it. The method is: place your wand on the parchment and say the words, 'I like ancient runes.'"

The young wizard on the chair stared blankly at Professor Hyp, who was talking eloquently.

The twins exchanged a glance, winking and making faces as if trying to express something.

Ron raised his hand: "Professor Hyp, I haven't studied ancient runes... and Ginny and her friends too."

Felix said gently, "It has no impact. What you have now is still a test version. There aren't many questions about ancient runes on it; most of them are common knowledge in the magical world."

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

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

Of all the young wizards present, Luna was the least self-conscious. She excitedly took out her wand, tapped it on the parchment, and said, "I love ancient runes."

Under the watchful eyes of several young wizards, the parchment emitted a faint glow, and then a line of text appeared in the blank space.

Welcome to the Q&A section.

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

Do you prefer leaves or thorns?

Luna happily selected the "Leaves" option.

Do you prefer exploration, preservation, or service?

Luna's wand is set to the "Explore" option.

Do you prefer thinking, touching, or feeling?

Luna thought for a few seconds and then chose the "feel" option.

The other young wizards suddenly realized that it didn't seem too difficult, and they couldn't wait to start trying it out.

An unexpected incident occurred: as Fred tapped the parchment with his wand, he instinctively uttered, "I solemnly swear—"

But he was immediately rebuffed by George.

"Oh, uh, I like ancient runes," Fred said, trying to smooth things over.

Ron, on the other side, looked at him, somewhat puzzled. "You like ancient runes that much? And you even have to swear an oath?"

In any case, everyone started answering the questions.

They soon discovered that the questions were not fixed; some were very simple—asking about your feelings or some basic magical knowledge; but others were very difficult, involving knowledge from various disciplines.

Moreover, the parchment provides different feedback depending on the type of question.

For example, Ron is faced with a question: "If you encounter a basilisk, how should you deal with it?"

He confidently chose the "defeat it" option and even showed it to Ginny. Then, several large, blood-red words appeared on the parchment—

"Your ending is heartbreaking. If there's a next time, run faster."

Luna, who had come over to watch the commotion, let out a string of owl-like laughs. She laughed so hard she could hardly breathe, and Ginny patted her back to comfort her.

Ron looked a little unhappy.

Marcus Flint mostly faced questions about ancient runes. The earlier questions were relatively simple, and the parchment always gave him feedback like "You're amazing," "You're the next rune expert," and "Incredible victory."

Then he answered seven questions incorrectly in a row, and the parchment's evaluation of him steadily declined, becoming "a bit terrible," "Did you even study?" and "What's that in front of me, a troll?"

His face visibly darkened.

But the next question concerns the history of magic: "When was the International Wizarding Federation's Secrecy Act signed and came into effect?"

Marcus hesitated for a long time before choosing the first answer, '1637'. He simply guessed.

Several exaggerated figures appeared on the parchment, depicting a group of people beating up a large figure that looked like a monstrous monster.

Also appearing was an explanatory text: 'The Secrecy Act was signed and came into effect in 1689. If you don't want to be treated like a troll, remember that!'

Marcus scoffed. Who would bother remembering this?

Eddie Camille answered almost all the questions about the consequences of reselling illegal drugs.

In 1927, the black wizard Campos sold substandard buffet stimulants. What happened next?

He looked at the options: "Killed by another dark wizard while purchasing goods", "Imprisoned in Azkaban and sentenced to ten years", "Safe and sound, made enough money to retire".

Eddie Camille chose the last option with great anticipation.

Black and red writing appeared abruptly on the parchment, looking as if it were written with dried blood.

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

Eddie swallowed hard, but it wasn't over yet. The next line read, "Campos only stayed in Azkaban for seven years before he died."

Other young wizards will more or less encounter this type of question related to their confinement, and many of them will be sweating profusely by the end.

Behind his desk, Felix leaned back in his chair, looking at the exquisite scroll in his hand, and smiled happily.