From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Hurry up, hurry up - children, it's just some simple multiple-choice questions, there's no need to make it so serious. Do you like doing papers very much?"

On the podium, William happily said sarcastic remarks.

But the students below didn't even have time to finish the whole set - although the paper was all multiple-choice questions, William only gave them half an hour to complete it. This was quite a rush for normal students, and even more so. Not to mention the students who were caught this time.

People's energy is limited, even if they work part-time as wizards, most of the students who were arrested did not have satisfactory results, and their heads hurt when they read the test papers.

Even though William reminded him three times, when it was time to collect the papers, some students still acted cute spontaneously and said, "Professor, please, there is still a little bit to go, just give it a little time."

William kindly ignored them and began to collect the test papers from the students behind him.

However, when William finished collecting and turned around to collect again, these children still had no intention of handing in the papers.

"Professor, right away, right away."

‘Can’t you finish the multiple-choice questions in thirty minutes? I felt very good when I gave the questions. ’

Then he saw the expressions of the others holding back laughter - they were careless!

As expected, the ability of these children in solitary confinement to compete with professors was far greater than that of other students.

William warned himself, and then quickly walked up to the podium - if he remembered correctly, there were some textbooks left by former students on the podium.

"Well, for fourth graders, no... I have them, just these few books."

Taking out the dusty first-grade textbooks, William took out a few homework papers for the fifth grade from his personal bag—all first-grade questions, but it was very difficult to copy them from the books.

"I really didn't expect you to be so interested in the test paper."

William walked over quickly as he spoke, and then placed the textbooks and papers one by one on the desks of the students who were still working on the questions.

"The teacher was very moved and decided that no matter what your test score is, you should not wash the toilet - you don't have to do those test questions. Tonight, each of you will complete two papers. It will be an open-book test. If your score is below E, remember to close it next time. Before the confinement, I copied the entire test paper five times and sent it over.”

"Okay, what are you waiting for - move the table and chairs to the back of the classroom. Two papers are not a small amount. If they haven't completed them after the confinement is over, they will be treated as failed."

William gave a light high-five.

"Go ahead, gentlemen."

Several students who thought they had delayed the confinement by themselves grimaced and began to move the seats with their wands. William walked back to the podium, picked up the pile of papers with a kind smile, and began to read the names one by one.

…

"George Weasley, um, failed. I thought we worked well together - go report to Mr. Filch."

There was a roar of laughter from the students below - George was the third unlucky guy to wash the toilet.

Even George himself was confused and couldn't believe this result. He had transcribed it several times, so why did he fail today?

"Fred Weasley, um, just passed. You answered one more multiple-choice question than George. Congratulations. You can continue to copy the rest tonight, and by the way, you can help George complete his work. To be honest, Your handwriting is very similar."

When Fred's name was just read out, there was a burst of laughter below, waiting for the fourth unlucky guy to be pronounced. Even George looked at his toilet scrubber eagerly - with Fred here , cleaning the toilet is not a boring thing.

But the moment William finished his words, the entire classroom fell silent.

As for George, he even put on a mask of pain on the spot, with a look of disbelief on his face, an expression that said "Why did you betray me?"

"Professor, are you right?"

Fred asked with a surprised look on his face - he was already ready to clean the toilet, why did it become like this?

"It's indeed a bit incredible - I'll take a look."

"Correct."

After careful inspection again, William made this judgment.

After about less than five minutes, the seven unlucky ones who were eliminated walked out of the classroom with speechless faces.

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"George?"

"George?"

After shouting several times in succession, George finally came to his senses and looked at the person who called him.

"Hurry up - the professor said, he has checked the time. If we don't get to Filch within a quarter of an hour, our confinement time will be doubled."

"Double it - Merlin's beard, Fred betrayed us!"

"It's not what he thought. Thinking about it on the bright side, we are better off than the unlucky guy doing test papers at the back of the classroom, right?"

A group of people suddenly regained their balance, and the laughter suddenly returned here.

"But, didn't we just go through an exam?"

…

Silence, silence, silence.

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"Okay, I believe that in the simple exam just now, most of you have mastered the simple transcription guidelines. This is a good start. Next, everyone comes to me to receive a stack of information. Composition, shorthand quill and parchment are all ready."

"I hope you will carefully check these information. If there are any problems with the acceptance, then I will unfortunately have to send you to Mr. Filch for processing."

William called the students up one by one and distributed the materials. Then he sat on the podium and took out the third-grade textbook and started looking through it.

As long as you work hard, you can always get an extra copy of test papers. This thing is quite addictive - it can not only deepen your research, but also ensure that this part of the work will not be in vain, even if this knowledge is lifted from the curse. Even though time is not needed, there are still people who can understand this effort.

William's gesture of taking out the paper successfully frightened the students below. For a while, in addition to the sound of checking materials, the only sound in the entire classroom was the rustling of quills dancing on the parchment.

"Dong dong."

A knock on the door broke the silence of the classroom.

"Please come in."

William responded without raising his head.

"Professor, I'm here to report."

A head of red hair appeared in the sight of all the students in the classroom - most of them knew this person, this was the male prefect of Gryffindor's sixth grade, Percy Weasley.

"You came a little early, Percy. Find a place to sit first, and you will review the information they submitted later. Is there any problem?"

"No problem, Professor."

Percy responded confidently, which made William quite satisfied - he was indeed a student that even Professor Binns enthusiastically recommended. You know, Professor Binns can't even recognize him as a professor now.

‘An internship certificate, a meager stipend provided by funds allocated by the school, to replace such an excellent inspector, if not in the school, where can I find such an excellent employee? ’

William nodded with relief and continued his work.