The next morning, the words from all of the textbooks magically paraded in my mind, giving me a world-class headache. But I couldn't complain or ask for assistance, then everyone would know that I kinda cheated. I felt bad about it now. My conscience gnawing a hole in my gut. There was nothing I could do about it now though as I sat staring at the written magical aptitude test that was so thick I bet it was as long as a War and Peace novel.
There were half a dozen students scattered around me, but spaced far enough apart where we'd have to have eagle vision to see each other's answers. A professor with wire-rimmed glasses, gray-streaked blond hair and beard sat behind a desk with his phone, looking bored.
"At the buzzer, you may all begin," he said not even looking up. "Be sure to do you
