Chapter 334 A Serious Person Who Writes a Diary

January 17 sunny

[The popularity of the Triwizard Tournament is actually so high, even if the staff of the Ministry of Magic are here, the Minister of Magic is also here...]

[It’s a bit magical—is it because I’m not a native wizard? 】

[A day's inspection was tiring enough. The only good thing is that the Minister of Magic completely forgot about the authorization he gave me, which made me feel less guilty when practicing some dark magic - but that's not necessarily the case. Late professor perk? 】

【Not sure...】

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Sunny on January 22

[Hogwarts was great on the weekend, and make-up classes are still going on in an orderly manner. 】

[The fifth grade students seem to have adapted to this rhythm. Although they look very tired, we are not far away from the OWLs exam. 】

[The Weasley twins have become surprisingly diligent. To be honest, what they lack is just the basics. After making up for it, their grades improved at an alarming rate. 】

[Wizards have high and low talents. I have noticed this for a long time, but I never thought they could grow so fast - I finally understand why the two of them can keep up with the study progress in school despite their poor foundation. , in terms of talent, they may be higher than Percy...]

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Snow on February 13

(cross out)

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Sunny on March 1

[The weather has finally warmed up, and the sun is great today, so I made a rare change to the fifth grade curriculum and took them outdoors. 】

[However, letting them practice precise application of control magic with snowballs in the snow is obviously a failure. 】

[It turns out that the twins will successfully mess up all outdoor activities - this is my mistake, after a period of good behavior, I became less wary of them. 】

[Compared to the exquisite control of snowballs flying in the air and then attacking, those students prefer...]

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Hogwarts welcomed the bright sunshine on the first day in March, which made all the students happy.

Except for fifth graders.

"Today is Tuesday! Tuesday! Why do we have to teach self-defense today?"

Looking at the bulletin board, all the fifth grade students started to complain - today is supposed to be herbal medicine class. Although the professor is also very strict, the greenhouse is the best place to enjoy the sunshine!

Not to mention that the transferred course was a self-defense course that was not regarded as human beings under the elective class. After nearly two years of running-in period, everyone has become very clear that the professor does not treat fifth-year students as human beings.

"It's because the sun suddenly came out, so there's a lot of work to do in the greenhouse, otherwise we wouldn't have transferred the senior classes."

Although the Hufflepuff children are still in fifth grade, they know much more about the situation in the greenhouse - just like some of Gryffindor's students who are extremely poor at transfiguration.

"That can't be self-defense... let's take another class..."

The other house children wailed, and then the Hufflepuff house children followed suit - they all understood the truth, but taking the exam in such bright sunshine was simply a crime!

"Ah, good morning, classmates."

When William walked into the classroom, he greeted the students below who had successfully put a cloud on their faces - these children had obviously not yet learned to hide their feelings.

"The sun is so nice today, let's go out and take practical classes."

In the weak eyes of the students, William announced decisively - in theory, today should be the three-month countdown to prepare for the OWLs exam, but the sunshine today was so good that he changed his plan temporarily.

"Eh?"

"Eh???"

"Eh!!!"

The students were soon surprised. After the voices that doubted life one after another, everyone cheered in unison.

"Okay, okay, keep your voice down, don't disturb other classrooms."

William pressed his hand to signal the students to lower their voices.

"The Quidditch pitch is a good choice. I think everyone should like it there-" He smiled at the students, "So, what are you waiting for?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the child in the first row had already rushed out. He didn't even take his school bag or textbook.

‘This kid. ’

William shook his head and announced to the others, "Put your schoolbags here for now. I'll lock the classroom with magic later. I'll get it back after class."

At this time, the children who were packing up their books stopped what they were doing and crowded towards the classroom door.

The OWLs year put so much pressure on each of them that now that they have the professor's permission, they don't even care about their image.

‘I’m so choked up. ’

William looked at the students rushing out one by one, smiled and began to lock the door with magic.

After the classroom door was locked, he glanced down the corridor - good guy, there were no students in this corridor anymore, and even Thelma, who was at the back, only had her back left.

There's nothing I can do about it. When I appear in the corridor during class time, I still look like a junior. Come to think of it, that's all.

'Let them vent first and then go back to normal teaching...'

With this thought in mind, William walked leisurely through the corridor adjacent to the classroom and turned to another corridor - students were not afraid that he would be late, or in other words, the later William arrived, the happier those children had fun.

But after turning the corner, William saw Thelma walking slowly down the corridor, completely losing the spirit of running hard to play on the court like the rest of her classmates.

Everyone is playing hard, why are you here?

"Selma-san, wait a moment."

William yelled, and then quickly took a few steps forward - all joking aside, isn't this child giving up on herself because she was left behind by her classmates, and then felt that everything was aimed at her?

This is not unprecedented. It is not surprising that students in OWLs years are under too much pressure and do whatever they want.

Crying is the most common thing. After all, once you cry, you feel less stressed. You are afraid that you will get stuck and can't think about it. This is how people get into Azkaban.

Usually my grades were okay, but I was too stressed before the exam, and even hallucinated that I had failed the exam. I couldn't think about it for a while, and relied on my three-legged cat spell to try to steal the exam paper from the examiner.

He was arrested on the spot and is still in Azkaban.

"My grades have improved significantly recently."

William first just praises, regardless of whether there are any problems, there is nothing wrong with complimenting in most cases.

"Well, I also think I'm pretty good at the test questions,"

Thelma smiled with a proud look on her face - looking at this expression, she probably had no psychological problems.

"How is your homework pressure lately? As for homework, I want to use it as a reference and make appropriate adjustments."

William lied without hesitation - this was the amount of homework last year in fifth grade. This was proven by facts, and judging from the feedback, this amount is also applicable to this year's.

"Well, it's a little bit more. Sometimes we have to go to bed at twelve o'clock..."

…

After a series of insinuations, William could basically conclude that everything was fine with Selma, and he could even write a few more papers - his previous assumptions were not valid.

"Why didn't you run over with your friends? They are all very anxious."

Seeing the situation, William finally asked the key question.

"oh,"

Thelma smiled and said, "That's right, Professor, they ran too fast and I couldn't catch up, but after turning the corridor, I suddenly thought of something."

She was full of confidence, "If you didn't go, the course wouldn't start, so I don't need to worry at all."

? ? ?

Can you still understand it this way?

William finally discovered that if the twins were the black sheep in the fifth grade, then Thelma was the fish in the water - among the fifth grade group that needed to participate in OWLs, her fish-fishing behavior was It must be resolutely eliminated.

It is obviously inappropriate to use the local area time superposition theory to accuse this behavior, but fortunately he has other ways to deal with it.

"That's right," William smiled politely, "How are the other course pressures lately?"

"The Transfiguration and Herbal Medicine classes are very tight," Selma said, not yet aware of the sinister nature of people's hearts. "Time is very tight, after all, the OWLs exam is coming soon."

"Indeed, it is not only a test for students, but also a test for professors."

William sighed with emotion as he took out a few papers from his pocket, "You actually still have quite a problem in practicing some common spells. Here are some targeted test papers. You can take them first. one time."

Thelma's face suddenly became very, very beautiful, but William pretended not to see it.

"After all, the assessment of OWLs is comprehensive. Although you have to give up a lot of courses in the sixth grade, obtaining a high score in OWLs will be of great help to your later employment."

"Ah...that's it...yes..."

Thelma was perfunctory, thoughts rushing wildly in her mind. She really wanted to get away now.

"Ah, Professor, they still have my headband!"

As if she had discovered something, she suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, "Sorry, Professor, it's so rude to have disheveled hair..."

She hurriedly apologized to William, "I'm sorry...Professor...I'm so rude."

"Go," William nodded calmly, and then watched Thelma trot away and disappear around the corner of the corridor.

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"Oh~~~Phew!"

"hurry up!"

"Haha, you idiot!"

The noise outside the window easily penetrated the window and entered the ears of everyone in the classroom.

In this well-lit classroom, the already satisfied students could not help but look down while Professor McGonagall was not paying attention.

‘Which grade of students is so lucky that they don’t have to go to class when the sun is at its best! ’

Such thoughts appear in everyone's mind and linger.

Harry was also attracted by such a sound. Professor McGonagall's extremely ornamental transfiguration seemed to have suddenly lost its charm. He glanced at the professor to confirm that she was not paying attention to him and then decisively looked out the window. One glance,

Relying on the Seeker's good ability to find things, he quickly saw the laughing children in the half-width scenery, and then quickly found the two most conspicuous bright reds.

'Bigger than the Golden Snitch...'

He muttered, identifying the two fooling around, his dear teammates and currently studying like crazy to the point of being famous throughout the House, the Weasley brothers.

Because of the hard work of the two of them, Professor William's terror in Gryffindor rose to a new level - the twins were forced to study hard, let alone ordinary students.

'Just take another look...'

He knew this was wrong, but he still couldn't help but look curiously - can fifth graders go out to play? Fortunately, their third-grade students are doing a good job in class!

But those were indeed twins, and they were in fifth grade.

Moreover, the cheers became more and more intense. Before, they only occasionally drifted in through the windows, but now they became a loud sound.

Even Professor McGonagall was attracted by the cheerful sound.

She turned around, looked at the students, then quickly walked to the window and looked out the window.

"you…"

Professor McGonagall just spoke, and then looked out the window again as if she suddenly remembered something.

Harry noticed that the professor seemed to have cast a spell on herself - she looked at him several more times before turning her head.

‘It’s bad, the twins must have been discovered. ’

Harry couldn't help but have this thought - the twins' red hair was so conspicuous that they would never be forgotten after just one look.

Professor McGonagall didn't say a word, then walked back to the podium and rummaged in her bag.

"Sorry, the class is on hold for a moment. I need to check something."

Professor McGonagall said to the students, and then quickly left the classroom.

Not long after, Harry heard Percy's faint voice - this was not surprising. As the president of the male student union and one of the largest prefects in the year, Professor McGonagall spent more than half of the time calling him to come over to do things. .

"...Why did Professor Adams let the students go to class so late? And why didn't they go to the greenhouse..."

Professor McGonagall's voice came faintly, as if she was asking Percy something.

"...Professor William..."

Percy's response was barely audible, and all Harry heard was Professor William's name.

‘Professor William asked those students to go out? ’

There's no way to confirm it, but after Professor McGonagall came back, her expression suddenly improved a lot, and she even had... um, a look that looked like it should be taken for granted?

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'Are those kids going to the Quidditch pitch? ’

In the greenhouse, Professor Sprout was watching and communicating with Adams, surrounded by sixth- and seventh-grade students who came to teach and help.

"He was finally willing to give those children some time to rest."

The headmaster of Hufflepuff's face was full of relief, "I actually want him to give the children a holiday occasionally. How can he finish so many papers, but after all, that is his normal teaching scope. "

"It's good. Aren't our students very happy?"

"Yeah." Adams nodded in agreement.

The surrounding advanced students glanced at the two professors above, and then began to communicate with their eyes.

‘Are there additional papers for this year? ’

‘I don’t know, it looks like—professors have never been so easy to talk to before! ’