Chapter 388 Trivia

"Ah... before I knew it..."

William came out of Diggory's tent, looked at the sky, and made a sigh of relief.

The sun is no longer so fierce, and it seems to be very obviously tilted towards the west.

"It's really...a bit delicious..."

Mrs. Diggory was really good at baking. Although William only ate a little of each kind out of politeness, he couldn't help but bring out more than ten kinds of desserts - there is no doubt that a wizard who is good at cooking must He graduated from Hufflepuff.

"I'm a little full... I have to go see Adams and the others, otherwise the game will start."

William thought distressedly, identified the direction, and then planned to find Adams and the others.

"Hello, professor!"

"Hey, have fun!"

"Hello, Professor William!"

"Well, hello to you, have fun, there are still some days left in your summer vacation!"

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Along the way, William met a bunch of students - there was nothing he could do about it, being a professor at Hogwarts would really make you successful, and all the underage wizards in the UK would be sent to Hogwarts to study...

"Good afternoon, professor!"

“Well, you too—Miss over there, please stop.”

William was greeting the students in a friendly manner, and at a glance he spotted the students next to him who were trying to sneak past among the children who were not in school.

He said how come we were so close - we met the best students who graduated last year, we met the two most naughty children, but we just missed the one who did the worst in the exam?

"Selma-san, how was your vacation?"

William, a student like this who could fail the open-book exam, was really embarrassed to forget her.

"Hello, Professor, I'm living a pretty happy life...It's sad, because of those grades, I've been locked up at home for a month..."

It's a sad thing to say, but what's going on with the smile that can't be concealed?

As a student who could fail the open-book exam, William naturally took out her scores first to see where the lower limit of the overall level was - to his surprise, Selma's OWLs scores were quite passable. Not a single subject was failed.

Although most of them only got a passing A, they also got an E in Transfiguration, Charms, and Self-Defense. Even Hufflepuff's housekeeping project, Herbology, didn't get an E. But at least they got all the certificates for the subjects they studied. .

"Locked for a month? This is really a severe measure..."

William pretended to think, "Compared with the usual results, it has been a big improvement. The punishment this time is too serious. How about we do a home visit?"

"Eh???"

"I'm just giving you some advice to make the rest of your summer vacation easier. You've already passed the OWLs exam, so it would be too much to be so harsh."

"It will get worse, Professor..."

Thelma made a praying gesture, "If that happens, my summer vacation will be completely ruined!"

William looked at her nervous look and made an inexplicable guess - this child probably enjoyed the summer vacation before the results came out, and then spent the second half of the vacation after the results came out.

"How many improvement classes will be held in the new school year?"

"I will take all the advanced classes that I can apply for, Professor!"

“Very good and energetic!”

William took out a package of unopened chocolate frogs and handed it to her, "Go and watch the game!"

"Yes, Professor!"

"I will not randomly visit students' homes, let alone mention their usual test scores, so work hard, Miss Thelma!"

He vaguely heard the sound of gnashing of teeth, but couldn't quite confirm it.

"Okay, Professor, I will study hard!"

Selma looked much more energetic than when they first met, which made William very happy - talented children still have to be pushed. It's not that he is nosy, but he accidentally filled in the last career survey last year. It’s really unsettling to see students who go to school and wait to die and then change their ways.

"That's it...it's time to go find it—at this point?"

William glanced at the sky, then took out his watch and looked at it again - as an invited guest, he couldn't arrive later than the Minister of Magic, right?

Although he and Fudge still had a little conflict, the Minister of Magic still had to respect them.

"Go to the game...and find Adams after the game."

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"The game is about to start, everyone prepare your tickets!"

Professor Taylor loudly greeted the professors who came to watch the game, "Aphra, don't run around later, don't be invisible, follow us!"

"Okay, Dad."

Aphra, who was running around barefoot on the carpet pretending to be a Firebolt, slowed down, "Afra is starting to slow down! Aphra didn't find the Golden Snitch!"

"The Snitch is for the Baller to catch, Aphra, you are the Firebolt!"

A young professor joked, "You can't catch a snitch with a broomstick!"

"Ah...is it like this?"

Aphra was stunned there and began to doubt, "So, what can I catch?"

"A Seeker?"

Another professor happily picked up the conversation, "The Irish Seeker is my student, and we have a good relationship. I'll get you a signed photo of him - it can move!"

Aphra nodded crazily. Although she still had little understanding of the concept of autographed photos, she had to remain polite.

The professors chatted and laughed and filed out of the living room in the tent. Professor Taylor and his family stayed at the end. Professor Taylor pulled Aphra, and the three of them walked at the end.

"So many uncles..."

She looked at the professor walking in front, "But there's no Uncle Chocolate."

"chocolate?"

"It's Professor William, right? Hey, Adams, it sounds like I haven't heard from Professor William for a long time. Do you know where he is?"

The professor who was walking at the end shouted forward.

"At school! The dean said that William was taken back to work overtime!"

Adams's mocking voice came from the front of the team, and a group of professors laughed together.

"That snarling letter blaming you for teaching bad students?"

"As I said, it's not my problem. Why did she insist on adding the taste of herbs in the herbal medicine class paper? In the end, the examiner deducted points because she might be suspected of cheating. Can you blame me for this? After so many years, she is still the first to write about the taste of herbal medicine on the OWLs exam!"

"The dean felt that his grades were too low. I asked him to find out where the points were deducted. Hearing this, he sent me a shouting letter - can you blame me?"

Adams had no choice but to explain again, but the joke would not go away for a while.

"Wait! I will definitely catch her and take her to a higher class next semester, even if I lower the admission criteria!"

Adams said viciously.

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"Ah sneeze!"

Selma, who was waiting in line to enter, felt a chill - was it cold? After watching the game, why don't you go back and make another pot of soup?

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"First class ticket, top box, please go straight up, Professor William."

The Ministry of Magic ticket inspector at the door verified it briefly, then smiled and said to William.

There was a sudden noise from the area that could be heard in the back - there was nothing I could do, the Daily Prophet had published this year's OWls exam questions over there. How many wizards who had graduated for many years could pass the exam?

When everyone saw that they didn't know how to do this or that, they immediately admired Professor William who could make a group of students pass.

As for the Merlin Medal, there are almost no negative comments - it is the least criticized for outstanding professors in education to receive a little glory. After all, the papers and scores are actually there, not to mention that there are wizards from there. Professor Marchban, whom he had heard of since he was a student, endorsed him.

Professor Marchban even served as Dumbledore's examiner. After all, except for inherited wizards like William, all wizards in the British wizarding world have taken the test papers created by Professor Marchban...

Therefore, everyone is still very interested in seeing what Professor William looks like. After all, the Daily Prophet has promoted it a lot, so it’s not bad to see it with your own eyes - such an expensive ticket has been spent, and you can enjoy the bonus entertainment. The project is not too much, right?

This caused William to become nervous all of a sudden - although the ticket inspector's voice didn't travel far enough, he couldn't stand the wizard behind him who was so bored while waiting in line to check the tickets!

The message was passed from one to another, and after a while, hundreds of pairs of eyes were all fixed on William. It happened that everyone still had basic respect for the professor. Although it was inevitable to say something, no one made too much noise. .

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'Go up, go up again, stay calm, they are not as scary as the dementors...'

William said this to himself, and then pretended to be calm and walked forward. It was not until most of the wizards who followed him reached their own box that they could breathe a little easier.

Fortunately, I had already froze over dancing during the summer vacation, so I had some experience, and I didn't make any obvious mistakes along the way.

"Huh...just..."

"Fortunately, it's on the top floor, otherwise I guess I wouldn't be able to survive being treated like a monkey."

"How on earth did that guy Lockhart survive... This is probably what Harry's kid does in his daily life..."

I thought about the people I knew who would receive this treatment, and then thought about the other wizards who might encounter this situation.

"Professor McGonagall should be able to do it easily..."

"Speaking of which, what is there to be afraid of?"

"It's just a group of larger students. There are a lot more people and they are a little older. Weren't they also students who studied at Hogwarts in the early years?"

After thinking about this, William's nervousness disappeared - he has been teaching for two years, and I can't say that he is good at dealing with students who often encounter situations, but at least he has some experience.

"There won't be that tension at the end of the game."

After looking around the environment - there were twenty chairs in the box, excluding seat C, he chose one that was a little further away, sat down, and waited for the game to start.

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"To be able to provide places for 100,000 wizards - the Ministry of Magic is really generous."

William sat on the chair, his field of vision extending infinitely.

The ticket was originally for Dumbledore, and it was, without a doubt, the best ticket.

His position was facing the golden goalpost, and he could observe half of the stadium without even turning his head.

Under the influence of magic, the entire venue has been artistically managed, and there is even a huge blackboard that constantly broadcasts advertisements - except that the entire venue is full of magic, everything else looks very modern. arena.

"Speaking of which, there won't be any Quidditch hooligans, right?"

William looked at the arena, and an idea suddenly emerged from his mind, which he couldn't get rid of.

If people raised in the same soil and water can be distinguished only by magic, then there should be Quidditch hooligans who are similar to football hooligans.

If so, I don't know what the combat effectiveness is. Will the Quidditch hooligans in the Far East be better?

'I have to find someone to ask... I have barely understood the names of the Quidditch teams in these years, and I can talk about it without showing any timidity. This kind of professional topic is really...'

There are definitely more than 100,000 fans near a 100,000-capacity stadium - that's common sense.

There are always fans who have not bought tickets or cannot afford the ticket price and crowd outside the stadium to feel the atmosphere semi-lively. Afterwards, I can brag that I went to the UK to watch the Quidditch final! ! !

As for whether he made it to the stadium and where he went, that's another question.

If you calculate it this way, there are at least 150,000 or even 200,000 wizards gathered in this area. This number is too terrifying.

"If you drink a little more, the losing side will definitely cause trouble, right?"

Can you be called a Quidditch hooligan without causing trouble? The wizarding world loves Quidditch more than Muggles love football - if you think about it...

"But the Ministry of Magic should have a plan - it shouldn't be that suspenseful. Can't the security work of the entire British wizarding community be handled without me as a professor?"

"cant!"

He persuaded himself, but he was still a little worried, "Why don't you go back first and check the situation so as not to involve the students..."

"After the game, I'll look for Adams and the others...to see what's going on. Something's wrong. I'm using my professor's name to urge parents to take their children away first..."

He shook his head, "Why are you nervous? You are so nervous. Aurors and strikers are worthy of trust."

"..., forget it, take precautions before they happen...or don't always be nervous..."

He finally made the decision to go find the professors after the game.

Just when he was laughing at himself for being too nervous, he turned around to see who was coming and to put himself in a better mood.

"The scene is so noisy and you can still have random thoughts. It's really yours, William..."

It was still the elf sitting in the corner far away from him - sitting one position away from the wall, shivering.

Unfortunately, the scene was too noisy, otherwise William would have planned to communicate with it that it was sitting over there. The ball game was not a concert, and no one would keep quiet.

Running there was a bit difficult, but at least you didn't have to worry about an unknown wizard sitting behind you - William noticed it as he was accustomed to observing the environment.

However, the Minister is here, and even assassination has priority - William thought for a moment and decided to trust the Ministry of Magic's security and the Minister's ability to ridicule.

'That guy is probably afraid of heights... I should give him some magic potion to sleep him off, but he probably won't even dare to drink it...'

In order to prevent it from being more seriously injured, William finally chose not to disturb the elf.

"Let's leave it at that...I'll use the excuse that I hate being in the same house with a house elf to drive it out later. Just give Fudge some advice. As the minister testifies, that guy will be better off."

William looked around again and sat down calmly.