Chapter 414 Ah, Professor Moody, Good Morning

"Today...there is a lesson for seventh graders, and then we have to continue dealing with matters related to the Triwizard Competition..."

William got up from the bed in a daze, looked at the course schedule where he had filled in a lot of notes, and yawned.

"The Triwizard Tournament, when can everything be arranged?"

There are obviously three professors in this course this year, but he feels it is more tiring than last year.

"Do you have my letter?"

He got dressed and asked the owl by the window.

"Gu~"

It stretched out one leg in a very, very funny gesture, indicating that it had nothing.

"Okay - it seems Dumbledore hasn't figured out how to deal with the child yet."

As he spoke, he took out a large bag of owl food from the table and prepared to add more food.

While it was coming to eat, William poked the soft feathers on its forehead and made an indentation, then clamped the paper bag for the seventh grade class and prepared to go to the auditorium to eat first.

However, at this moment, a beautiful tawny owl flew to the window, landed on the table very smoothly, and put the letter down at the same time.

After finishing all this, it tilted its head and looked at the owl's food bowl, which was slowly mixed with rat dang.

‘Look at people. ’

William glanced at his owl - before it came out of the window, it had to retract part of its wings and jump out.

"Goooooo!"

A threatening shout rang out, and the little guy who was originally planning to beg for owl food was immediately frightened and flew towards the window. However, he hesitated when flying over the window sill, stopped on it, and then continued to tilt. He raised his head and looked at the food bowl on the table.

"Guh?"

The victorious owl looked sideways at William, with a proud look on his face.

'I didn't even think of a name...I don't know what to say...'

William knocked on its head, then shook his head and took out two pieces of rat liver from the food bowl. He went over to feed the owl that was staring eagerly at the food bowl, and then opened the letter and started reading.

“…”

Halfway through the letter, he suddenly regretted it—that glutton should have been left hungry!

It's very early in the morning, and a letter came bringing the need to work overtime!

He originally thought it was brought by Dumbledore, but it turned out to be an urgent message from Professor McGonagall, asking him to quickly go to her office in formal clothes and then have a formal meeting with the visiting wizard from Durmstrang.

"It's all good...what's the matter...are you not tired of having a meeting so early in the morning?"

While complaining, he changed into more formal clothes and hurried towards Professor McGonagall's office.

When he hurried to Professor McGonagall's office, he realized that he had met the visiting professor before - the one who was in charge of reception when he visited Durmstrang last time.

"Good morning, Professor Baker."

"Hello, Professor William."

He shook hands with William, and then sat back to his previous seat, "Time is urgent, please forgive me for my rash visit again - according to the Ministry of Magic notification from the three parties, your school seems to be planning to conduct assessments for underage wizards who try to participate in the competition. , and then allow them to sign up through the Goblet of Fire."

That's what co-authoring is...

"In the last summary of opinions, according to our negotiation conditions, all parties have reached a basic consensus on the restrictions on participants. As long as the final selection method does not exceed the previous restrictions, I think the selection we have planned is enough to select Students who can handle a crisis come.”

"Of course, we quite agree with this - but Principal Karkaroff raised a question yesterday. Is Professor William responsible for selecting minors for this event?"

"Of course," Professor McGonagall directly endorsed William. The self-defense professor must be better at this than the other professors, especially William has shown his reliability. "Professor William is solely responsible for the registration qualifications for minor wizards."

"That's great," Professor Baker breathed a sigh of relief. "According to the previously negotiated schedule, we require Hogwarts to share the selection plan for underage wizards. I hope you will submit it before the end of this month."

He couldn't help but admire the principal - before leaving, Principal Karkaroff specifically told him, "If it is Professor William's plan, we will get it back and use it directly. If it is someone else's plan, apply for permission to refer to it. "

"Compared with Hogwarts, our biggest advantage is the teaching program, so at least we should not lag behind others obviously."

"Since we can't poach Dumbledore, nor can we poach Professor William, we must publicize it in other ways."

"Without Dumbledore, we will advertise that we can teach dark magic freely. Without Professor William, we will use his exact plan. We may not be able to provide the same, but we can't be too different. In this way, we can teach the core black magic. It is impossible for us to be left behind by other schools, and it may even go one step further.”

It would be much more convenient to use it directly. The Triwizard Tournament has been suspended for so long, and everyone can only copy homework from paper. It is too tiring to work out the plan alone.

? ? ?

William was stunned for a moment before he realized what Professor Baker meant - he heard that they were allowing underage wizards to be selected, and they came here to prostitute themselves for free?

At any rate, I can give you a few hundred galleons to purchase the plan authorization!

He turned to look at Professor McGonagall, but unfortunately Professor McGonagall was smiling very happily and was not aware of William's request for help.

"Of course, we will share the corresponding plan before the end of the month, but we hope that the selection content will be kept strictly confidential before the official start."

"This is as it should be. We will start testing simultaneously with Hogwarts."

Then came a series of rather bureaucratic conversations - anyway, after confirming that Hogwarts would share the selection plan, Professor Baker hurriedly returned without even eating breakfast to report the news.

"Professor William, I have to work hard for you these days."

Taking advantage of Professor Baker's satisfied departure, Professor McGonagall's tone put great pressure on William.

'If you didn't have breakfast...'

He glanced at the document bag - well, originally he wanted to put it back a little, but now it seems that he has to advance the planned courses and move the courses he is currently preparing to the back.

'Originally I planned to open up the students' horizons and gain insights later on, but now...'

He shook his head, sighed, and walked to the dining table with the paper bag.

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"Haha, William, I saw you went to Professor McGonagall's office again - I heard that Professor Durmstrang is here again, don't you have to work overtime?"

At the dinner table, Professor Taylor looked gloating.

A group of professors around him also laughed, each one happier than the other.

Yesterday was the first day of school, and everyone was assigned a lot of work by Professor McGonagall. Only William and the other professors who worked overtime during the holidays were temporarily put on leave. As a result, those who were on holiday this morning were asked to work overtime again.

"so far so good."

William found a seat, sat down, and took the folded Daily Prophet from beside Adams, "What's the news?"

His attitude stunned the professors around him. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and then they laughed together. This caused the students to look sideways and start to wonder if the professors were planning to prepare for the exam crazily today. .

"If you have any difficulties, please let us know and we will help you. You have been busy all summer, so take a rest when it's time."

"It's okay, I'm fine. By the way, where are Professor Lupin and Professor Moody?"

"Professor Luping hasn't gotten up yet. He has been reviewing and approving summer vacation homework yesterday afternoon. Judging from the momentum, he will probably stay up very late. Professor Moody may be preparing for class? I remember this is Moody's first time teaching students. ——Do you think he will be so nervous that he can’t speak?”

"How is it possible that Moody doesn't even blink when facing a dark wizard? Could he be afraid of students?"

"Yes, but the pressure is probably not small. I have to take over the sixth grade children as soon as I come up. I heard that there are a lot of people signing up for the advanced class this year?"

"I didn't pay attention to this," William shook his head, "I was busy dealing with herbs and stuff yesterday."

"Hey, Professor William, didn't you approve the summer homework?"

Another professor asked in surprise - mainly because William's statement was a bit too incredible.

"No, I didn't assign any summer homework."

William shook his head, "I passed the OWls exam in the first year of fifth grade. Isn't it appropriate to give homework?"

"Of course it's not appropriate."

The students are going crazy and can hardly relax. It is inhumane to assign another homework.

"The seventh grade is about to graduate, can't we make arrangements?"

"Well, that's right, what about sixth grade and first grade?"

"Oh, I asked them to read and review on their own. If they take a preliminary test in the first period of the semester and the error rate is more than 10% higher than that at the end of the semester, they will have to copy last year's textbook one more time for this semester's homework."

William spread his hands and introduced his summer homework.

The first grade is about laying the foundation, and copying the textbooks one more time will make them more solid. As for the current seventh grade, it is time for interviews for internships, and there shouldn't be many homework assignments in the first place.

! ! !

Professor Yiqian looked shocked, then began to think thoughtfully, and then realized that this method didn't seem to work...

While everyone was shocked, William took advantage of the situation and finished the best sausage grilled on the table. Then he remembered something and asked, "By the way, Professor Moody's first class was in the classroom on the third floor, right?" ?”

"That should be it. I saw him setting it up yesterday. Professor William, I remember you were also in class at that time, right?"

"yes."

William nodded - he was still formulating the course schedule, but he didn't expect to use it in advance, which was really embarrassing.

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"What's going on with this looking glass? It's half good and half bad... It's never been like this before..."

In the office, Moody patiently arranged his clothes and fiddled with the speculum.

Of course, he wasn't worried about controlling the situation. He could hold all the dark wizards firmly to the ground. A group of children who hadn't even left school put no pressure on him at all.

If there is a little bit of pressure, it comes from Professor William.

Everyone had bumped into each other in real life, and Moody had a deep memory of the professor's strength. Although he was not considered top-notch and difficult to catch, the level of being able to catch him steadily for about four months without help was much better than that of Ka. It took Karloff half a year to make it, but it was pretty good, especially since he was a bit too young.

It doesn't matter if you are strong, the problem is those papers...

He has been catching dark wizards all his life, but he did not rely on paper and pen... This aspect is really...

"I'm fully prepared. Let's go see those students - black magic...well, self-defense is more practical."

"Hell, I'm almost one of those guys who talks about my experiences. Albus's work is very harmful..."

He muttered, and then walked out with firm steps - he didn't catch Death Eaters by relying on random thoughts to complete his work.

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“It’s great to see everyone again in the new year.”

In the seventh-grade classroom, William looked at the group of children he had brought up from fifth grade with a smile.

"It's no longer news that there will be a Triwizard Tournament this year. It can be seen that many people are eager to try and bring the trophy back to Hogwarts."

"The idea is very good, and I very much support it - but from my personal point of view, there is still something lacking between you and the Warriors."

As soon as these words were said, there was an immediate commotion among the students.

In the corner, Nancy held her forehead and sighed, then whispered to the classmate next door, "The professor has started again..."

This routine is already in its third year. Professor, can’t you change the method...

But obviously, this routine worked very well, and almost everyone's energy was concentrated.

"There have always been adventurers who traveled around the world, and there were no warriors who were imprisoned in one place. It is not enough to just accept knowledge. You must learn to explore the unknown. If you only accept knowledge from me, you will achieve the most in this life. is catching up to me, or even, in some magic terms, far behind me.”

"You must learn to explore the unknown and learn new knowledge from different people and different things, so that you can get closer to the goal of being a warrior."

"Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

The response from the students was so good that William nodded.

"Okay then, let's get together and go outside the classroom first."

William announced with a smile, then took the lead and left the classroom.

"Will you see Thunderbirds in this class? There will really be some at the beginning of school!"

"Maybe!"

A group of students were very enthusiastic and followed William excitedly, then turned left and right down the stairs.

"This is the wrong way. It's not the way to the auditorium..."

As they walked, these seventh-grade children realized something was wrong, but everyone became more interested.

"Dong dong dong!"

William, who was walking at the front, knocked on the door, and then he felt something shoot through the door. The iron armor spell blocked the evil thing almost instantly.

Then, the door was opened.

Moody stood at the door, "Professor William, what can I do?"

"I remember we mentioned before that there would be a certain number of audit classes as a condition of taking over the sixth form."

He took over the senior class right away. Now is not the time when Hogwarts is short of professors, so it will definitely not be that simple. Moody readily agreed to audit the class.

"Yes."

Moody nodded, and then an unlikely operation came to mind - maybe, right?

However, William smiled and nodded, "That's great, it seems we have reached an agreement."

"Come in and let Professor Moody teach you a lesson. That kind of decisive combat experience is what you are seriously lacking now."

There was an element of praise in that statement that served Moody well—after all, the person speaking was not the ubiquitous hitter but a widely praised current peer.

So, by the time he reacted, William had already used invisible expansion to expand the classroom, and by the way, he and his students were packed into the classroom.

"Please don't pay attention to me, Professor Moody, it's just an open class."

William smiled extremely cordially and sat among the students without any embarrassment.