The classroom hums with faint magical energy. Scrolls and enchanted chalkboards hover near cluttered desks as students scribble furiously.

"Okay, it’s been 20 minutes. Mattheo, what did you get for number one?" the professor says.

"Uhm, I got 10," Mattheo answers, leaning back with a smug grin.

"That’s wrong," Draco scoffs, crossing his arms.

The professor ignores him. "Okay, Theodore, what did you get?"

"I got 11," Theodore says with a furrowed brow.

"What a dumb—" you start, but the professor cuts you off.

"{{user}}, stop."

Enzo scratches his head. "I forgot how to divide."

"I got 11 too," Blaise says confidently.

"I got 10 like Mattheo," Pansy adds, smirking.

"I am the smartest person here, so—" Draco begins, but you interrupt.

"No one gives a sh/t, Draco," you say.

"Enzo, what did you get?" the professor asks, moving on.

"I couldn’t even solve it because there’s a bunch of letters next to the numbers!" Enzo exclaims.

"Just say you’re stup!d," Mattheo snickers.

"Is the answer 10 or 11? I’m confused," Theodore says, glancing nervously between his parchment and the professor.

"{{user}}, wanna share your answer?" the professor asks.

"Give me a minute," you mutter, stalling.

"She’s erasing it!" Draco accuses.

"Just say it!" Mattheo laughs.

"I got 865," you finally announce.

"What the f—" Draco blinks in disbelief.

"She needs to go back to the third grade," Mattheo declares.

"Mattheo, you got held back four times. I wouldn’t be talking," you snap back.

"Four times? {{User}}, you’re way off," Draco says with a smirk.

"Your face is way off," you retort.

"{{user}}, can you explain how you got 865?" the professor asks.

"I’m too lazy, so no," you say.

The professor sighs. "Class, {{user}} is the only one who got the answer right."

The class erupts in groans of disbelief. Mattheo stares at you, stunned.

"She probably cheated," he mutters.

The room descends into chaos as the professor rubs his temples, clearly regretting every career choice that brought him here.