Chapter 320 British Efficiency

"Okay, now you and Harry really live in the same hospital."

Lupine couldn't laugh or cry in front of the hospital bed - you said you just watched the game, so why was it that Professor McGonagall caught him because he was too emotional?

"I'm just...too anxious."

After learning that Harry had been treated to a certain extent, Sirius's mood stabilized. He mumbled and explained without any hint of unconvincingness on his face - there was nothing he could do about it, because of the investigation, he now looked at it. Professor McGonagall felt a little guilty.

"Also, don't trouble Malfoy. He was injured during a normal game."

Lu Ping persuaded him earnestly.

"Of course not," Sirius looked at Lupine with an expression like "Why do you think so?" "Although I have always thought Lucius Malfoy was a disgusting opportunist, I am not that snot-nosed man. How can you take it out on your child?"

After being stared at by Sirius with strange eyes, Lupine became embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, you should hurry up and rest. The full moon just ended yesterday."

Sirius looked at Lupine, smiled and nodded, "Go and have a rest. Stop thinking nonsense."

Lu Ping was a little dumbfounded by the concern of this worrying friend, but he was indeed very tired. After another brief inspection, he left the ward and returned to his office - the students' papers were still piled there, although he I'm not too inclined to use this, but I can't bother Professor William with marking it, right?

But not long after he left, Sirius got up from the hospital bed in high spirits. He quietly left his ward and walked towards Harry's hospital bed.

Being in the hospital together reminded him of fun things from the past, and he couldn't wait to share them with Harry.

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"It would be great if the time-turner could be used by adult wizards..."

William rarely yawned and began to perfect the hanging painting at hand.

Even though he was no longer afraid of Dementors, the rainy weather still made him unhappy - why was there so much autumn rain in this area of ​​Hogwarts?

'Potions need to be improved...physical training needs to be maintained...examination papers need to be published...black magic needs to be studied...as well as medical research and teaching aids improved...'

He was a little grateful for Lupine's appearance at this moment - it was simply impossible for one person to take care of seven grades of classes, and even if Lupine helped, he felt that he was unable to do all the work.

‘Why can’t magic create a double? My club simply can’t find the time to perfect it! ’

After completing the last magic and making sure that the hanging painting could move on its own, William sighed.

As he gained a deeper understanding of self-defense courses, course design took more and more time.

Although it would be fine to follow the previous class method, that would be too confusing.

'Two professors are still too few, the school needs more excellent professors...but the curse of this course...'

He couldn't help scratching his head, and then decided to work harder during the full moon in the future to prevent Lupine from being kicked out of Hogwarts because of an accident when he transformed into a werewolf.

"Dong dong..."

There was a brief knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

William shouted, and then habitually hid in a blind corner that he couldn't see clearly at first.

It was a junior Gryffindor - Professor McGonagall called him to the office.

'Strange, what's going on? '

He walked towards Professor McGonagall's office with a confused look on his face.

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"Okay, Harry, cheer up!"

Ron communicated with Harry in a low voice - although the hospital team used the remaining money from last time to buy him a Nimbus 2000, Harry's mood was obviously not very high.

Although Harry tried to pretend to be happy when his teammates came to comfort him, Ron could recognize the unhappiness on his face.

"I'm not, Ron, I'm fine."

"Stop pretending, Harry...it's different, I know."

Ron looked at Harry, "My teddy bear, after being turned into a spider, it was turned back again - it looks the same, but I know it is different, not the same at all."

"I understand you, mate," Ron looked firmly into Harry's eyes, "I know that feeling, it's extremely uncomfortable..."

"Um…"

Harry answered in a low voice - comfort from Sirius, comfort from Ron and Hermione, comfort from his teammates, and even a brand new Nimbus 2000.

But he still felt bad. Although the new broom was as good as the old one, it was just different.

'Maybe I should talk to the professor... crazy training might be able to...'

Such an idea emerged, but was quickly rejected by Harry himself, who had no intention of training at all now.

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"Well...the pronunciation is..."

In the office, William was reading a book with a speechless expression - life always likes to joke with people, as if Professor McGonagall had added another burden to him when he was busiest.

'What the hell...'

He couldn't help but recall the original conversation. In Professor McGonagall's office, the professor miraculously announced something to him.

"Professor William, although it is not good to take up vacation time, the school still needs you to go on a business trip."

That's right, business trips - even in the magical world, there is still such a thing as business trips.

Yes, that's what he thought, and that's what he asked at the time.

"The school will organize a small delegation to visit Germany during the Christmas holidays and negotiate on a series of preparations for the Triwizard Tournament."

"The Triwizard Hegemony?"

The word caught William's attention - he was well aware of the cheating game.

"That's right..." Professor McGonagall nodded, "The Triwizard Tournament, which has been suspended for many years... is expected to be held again."

"The Ministry of Magic planned this plan a long time ago and reached a series of consensus with the school."

Professor McGonagall looked at William and explained in the most ingenious way.

William understood instantly - it was still Blake's fault.

Although it sounds a bit unfair to Mr. Black who is lying in the hospital, there is no doubt that this competition is definitely related to him.

There is no problem in handling normal large-scale sports events, but the biggest significance of reopening such a competition that has been suspended for many years is to divert the attention of citizens of the magical world.

‘It turns out that the staff of the Ministry of Magic have estimated that they may not be able to catch Sirius for a year? ’

"It's too early for Christmas vacation..."

"After all, it is a large-scale joint event..." Professor McGonagall shook her head, "We can't wait until the summer vacation to prepare - it is unrealistic to devote all Albus to this activity during the summer vacation."

Even though he thought about it, William still remained calm.

"The rest of the schools also have holidays. We have to prepare things for each other and communicate with the departments at the Ministry of Magic. Their efficiency has always been low."

"More importantly, next year's summer vacation will be when the Quidditch competition is held every four years. At that time, the Ministry of Magic will not be able to mobilize many people."

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Professor McGonagall's explanation caused William to have to add language learning options to his busy schedule during this time - after all, Professor McGonagall was right.

"Professor William, Durmstrang openly uses black magic to teach. Due to the special circumstances some time ago, the two parties were not very friendly when communicating, so I hope..."

'Well, Professor McGonagall is right... I should bring a wave of papers to the Durmstrang students during the exchange...'

While confirming again, he looked through the preliminary season schedule information - just by looking at this, you can understand why it was Christmas the previous year.

[Schedule: Gather at Hogwarts around the end of October.

The first game will be played around November

The second project will be carried out around February

The third item will be carried out around June]

Yes, that's right, in the preliminary plan given to him by Professor McGonagall, only the three competitions took more than half a year - although the specific dates may still be negotiated, this still does not change the outrageous nature of this matter.

"I don't want to learn anymore. It's even harder to speak than Russian!"

He changed his mood, but was still stuck in German, "Sirius has been caught, and he's still holding a Triwizard Tournament! Just kidding!"

But in the end he still forced himself to pick it up.

As a school that openly allows black magic to be taught, the collection of books is absolutely abundant - if the professor negotiates in the past, the library will definitely be open. This is a matter of decency.

"Don't let the small lose the big." He muttered, and then continued to study.

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"Merry Christmas, Harry."

Such a sound sounded, and then there was a slight pain like a pillow hitting your head.

Recognizing that it was Ron's voice, Harry withdrew his half-raised wand.

‘What’s so happy about Christmas? ’

Harry shook his head, but tried not to disturb Ron's interest.

It was another Christmas vacation, and of course he stayed at Hogwarts to spend it. In order to accompany him, Ron and Hermione also became people on the list of students staying at the school.

This was good enough. When he was at his aunt's house, Harry had never thought about spending Christmas with his friends.

But... he was always unwilling to give in... He originally thought that this year's Christmas would be different.

'You have to learn to be content, Harry,'

He persuaded himself this way, although he desperately wanted to try to spend Christmas with Sirius, but...

'He is still receiving treatment in the hospital, Harry... he has just been released from prison, and even needs Professor Lupin to take care of him...'

Although Harry just wanted to eat turkey with Sirius - or just regular chicken too.

But he knew very well that this wish was too big and too heavy. He could clearly see how difficult Professor Lupine's life was - Sirius still had to be taken care of by Lupine...

'It's enough for me to have a cupboard...'

He muttered silently, but quickly put the thought away. He was happy enough to meet Sirius, and it was too unsatisfactory to think about anything else...

But he still couldn't help but think of another possibility, "I actually still have some gold... Even if it's just the two of us, if we save some, we can actually use it..."

"Wow, Harry, Mum gave me another hooded leather coat, and it's maroon. Let's see if you get one too!"

While Harry was thinking wildly, Ron had already begun to encourage Harry to unpack his parcel - Mrs. Weasley prepared the same share for Harry every year.

"Here it comes, Ron!"

Harry's heart felt warm, he simply put on some clothes and walked towards his pile of gifts. He opened the gifts from Mrs. Weasley with great interest.

Sure enough, it was almost the same as Ron's, and even had a few more.

"This seems to be from the professor..."

Harry picked up another package and read the font on it.

"Professor William? It's not a paper, is it?"

Ron carefully guessed - "Professor Lu Ping has been sick several times, and we have taken monthly exams several times. Now I suspect that Professor Lu Ping is pretending to be ill..."

"Don't say that, Ron." Harry was actually a little skeptical, but at least he knew the truth. "Professor Lupine does look like he is ill."

"All right…"

Ron replied doubtfully, "Look what's inside."

"Potion? A whole set of potions?"

Looking at a pile of small glass bottles and labels, Ron was a little skeptical about life, "Look at the effect...it seems to be enough for you to grow your whole body again..."

Harry couldn't help but froze there, wanting to put the potion away, but after hesitating for a long time, he still put the potion to treat the leg close to his body.

"Dong dong dong!"

There was a knock on the door of the dormitory, and the twins' voices were clear even through the door.

"Harry! Merry Christmas, are you awake?"

Ron rushed over and opened the door for them. The two of them ran in with tired faces, "Merry Christmas, Harry, have you received anything from Professor William?"

"A big bag of potions," Ron answered for Harry, and then looked at the two of them curiously, "What's wrong? Why do you suddenly care about this?"

"Guess the question!"

George looked tired but smiled happily, "Recently we have been studying the professor's question-setting rules and have achieved quite excellent, um, results."

"That's right, because our grades have risen faster than before - although there is still a gap between getting the professor's bonus..."

Fred added, "But we plan to take advantage of the holidays to sneak away and maybe we can get it in the new semester."

The two of them observed the potions carefully as they talked, "Well, they are still relatively common potions. If the gift the next student gets is not within this category, we should probably be able to guess the general range."

"See you later, Harry!"

The two of them waved and planned to say goodbye, but their eyes were attracted by the slender package exposed from Harry's gift pile.

"You bought another one? Nimbus 2002?"

The two looked at the package that looked like a broom and couldn't help but ask.

"It shouldn't be a broom. After all, I have a new Nimbus 2000."

Harry thought it was too, but he couldn't confirm it.

"Try to take it apart, Harry?"

George suggested.

Harry was also curious, so the package was torn open almost instantly.

A beautiful, gleaming broomstick rolled out of the package and landed on Harry's bed.

"Gudong..."

Obvious swallowing sound.

Harry heard his own and the other three's.

"It's it..."

Ron's voice was a little hoarse.

"Don't be stupid, Ron, of course it is it. Apart from it, where else can there be such a beautiful broom..."

Fred said subconsciously, but didn't even blink.