From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Although William was already dizzy with the crown, this was great news among the students.

The top students in each grade naturally became the victims of the crown incident. Just like people focused on the top chess players after the emergence of Alpha Dog, it has naturally become a hot topic about which one of the crown and those top students can achieve better results. .

‘Isn’t it just that I am number one in the grade? After I get the crown, you still have to give up your number one position? ’

This kind of talk spread among the students - after all, the crown had only appeared in legends before, but today it actually appeared.

Unfortunately, Miss Hermione Granger has become the one most affected by this turmoil - after all, she is a Muggle-born, has good grades, is the savior's little friend, and has an unpleasant temperament.

Even if the professor protects this kind of student, he is very likely to be bullied on campus, not to mention that there is a dean in Hogwarts who personally discriminates against them.

Naturally, the Muggle-born first-year student heard a lot of comments about himself while going to the toilet, and they were quite unkind.

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"Ha, let me see what Granger will do in the future. Number one in the year - can she compete with Ravenclaw's crown?"

"It's just that, looking at her like that, she wants to stick it in the professor's face day by day, 'Professor, I know this!' 'Professor, I have reviewed it!'"

The woman who spoke was very talented at imitation. She spoke in Hermione's voice very vividly, making the girls around her burst into laughter.

"So, what's the use? How can the wisdom of Muggles be compared to the inherited magic? If a crown doesn't suppress that annoying Granger, how can she still be as smart as Ravenclaw? ?”

This topic is not easy to discuss, and few people except Slytherin dare to openly support the blood theory in the school.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hermione quickly came out of the compartment and continued to quickly pass through the chattering girls with her arrogant expression, leaving the criticism and those guys behind.

But unlike past criticisms, this discussion really made her a little worried - no matter how confident she was, she would not dare to compete with the legendary Ravenclaw.

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"Miss Granger?"

Even if Professor McGonagall's voice was a little harsher, it was still extremely oppressive, making the noisy students around him afraid to say anything casually.

At the same time, this voice woke up Hermione who was in a daze. She looked at the beetle on her desk in surprise. The insect that should have turned into a very beautiful button now died extremely miserably - it was stabbed to death by the wand. .

‘They are laughing at me again! ’

This thought came to Hermione's mind, and she hurriedly clicked the beetle again with her wand. This time the beetle successfully turned into a button.

"Miss Granger, what we are reviewing is transformation of living objects. First-year students can already do this by turning dead objects into buttons."

Professor McGonagall spoke softly, but it was no less than a heavy hammer in Hermione's ears.

"Okay, be quiet!"

The professor raised his voice slightly and gave her another beetle.

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"Miss Granger, please stay for a moment."

When Hermione didn't know how the class ended, Professor McGonagall's voice rang on the podium.

"You go first, you don't have to wait for me."

She quickly instructed her two friends.

She got into big trouble in class and was scolded by the professor after class - she really didn't have the courage to let her friends hear those scolding words.

Fortunately, the two boys didn't notice anything was wrong. They found some excuses in class and deceived them. Now they are discussing Quidditch silly.

"Miss Granger, you are not in a good state today."

Professor McGonagall's words were so direct that Hermione couldn't help but lower her head - this was the first time she had been criticized by a professor because of her grades.

"Is it because of the crown?"

To Hermione's surprise, the professor revealed her worst fears in one sentence.

"Go to Professor William and tell him that I will let you go to him."

Professor McGonagall said this to her without any words of criticism.

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‘Calm down, what are you thinking about? ’

Hermione shook her head quickly, shaking the messy events of the day out of her mind.

‘As long as you pass the exam, you will have the opportunity to see the crown! ’

She cheered herself up silently, trying to get rid of all the influence of that damn crown from her mind.

She still knew a few Ravenclaw students - compared to Gryffindor, students with excellent grades in Ravenclaw were more popular.

She had already heard Professor William's promise from the senior Ravenclaw students about being the first in OWLs to get the opportunity to use the crown, but that was a little too far away from her, but it was different now. Professor McGonagall's recommendation made her She got a chance to take an assessment.

‘Be serious, Professor McGonagall may have specially asked for this opportunity for you, otherwise why wouldn’t it be other students’ turn! ’

She scanned the questions with an attitude that was a little more serious than the final exam.

‘Well, this is easy. ’

‘This is interesting. ’

‘This, can you still pose a question like this? ’

…

As she continued to do this, Hermione, who had been able to do it with ease, slowed down, and her quill rustled intermittently, as if she had run out of ink.

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‘A second-year student with first-class skills is so solid? ’

William, who had been reading about Transfiguration, suddenly lost his composure when he heard the accompaniment. He glanced at the test paper from a distance and was shocked - among the three grades he was responsible for, he could solve the second-grade questions to this level. Perhaps only Percy.

'Not so great, right? Percy has twelve certificates! There are only a few students who have achieved this result over the years. If nothing happens to this child, he will probably have at least ten certificates! '

But with Percy in front of him, William is not too surprised. The first in the grade is always a step above ordinary people.

'But what does it matter? This paper ranks first in the special examination - isn't Nancy's child also ranked first? You have to cry when you should. ’

William silently gave himself a thumbs up - Hogwarts has academic masters all year round, but less academic masters. When he set the questions, the difficulty level was based on the record set by Dumbledore back then. Not to mention the one in front of him. As a child, even if Percy, a sixth grader, came to take the exam, William was confident that he would get close to the passing mark on his first attempt.

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'This question,' Hermione got stuck in the middle of the paper and was stunned - the newly renamed Self-Defense Magic Course was already her shortcoming, and this year's professor, Professor Lockhart, had changed the textbook. She worked hard to study on her own, but she is still stuck on tricky questions.

'Don't panic, calm down, calm down, skip to the next question,' she recalled the so-called secrets for dealing with exam difficulties that she had never used in the past.

As a result, the next question is more difficult.

‘Next one! ’

She cheered herself up, and then was stumped by a question that was completely beyond the syllabus - even if the professor took the class seriously, this question would not be easy to solve.

'This question... I still don't know how to...'

Although she should theoretically be looking at the next question, her vision was blurred.

"What's the use--after putting on the crown, won't she have to run to second place?"

The girl's voice sounded repeatedly in her ears, and the completely unanswerable question in front of her began to hit her tear ducts.

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"Bata."

A sudden sound broke the long silence, and William, who had been troubled by a magic demonstration for a long time, was awakened from his meditation.

"Da da da."

The sound of water dripping on the parchment was connected quickly enough, causing William to raise his head in surprise and look at the girl next to him who was doing the questions - it's not like that, the fifth grade freshmen just have red eyes, and the second graders don't. Should he react so violently?

You didn't cry when you jumped on the train last time. You were very energetic even though you used magic to control your speechlessness along the way. You looked like you wanted to curse people the whole way. How are you doing today?

"Woooo..."

The obvious cry frightened William, and he stood up hurriedly, losing the slowness he had started.

"Don't cry, don't cry..." He lowered his voice, "If you have anything to say, say something. If the paper is difficult, just study hard. Let me tell you, fifth-grade students failed to do this at first. They are all in fifth grade and they are like that, it’s okay if they can’t do it, there’s no need to be like this.”

William decisively betrayed his students - people have comparisons, and after hearing that others are also unlucky, his own misfortune will not be so painful.

'No, I saw you were quite strong last time,' William began to reflect. 'She should have been given the first-grade test paper. The second-grade test paper seemed to be too difficult. ’

He has a lot of tricks when it comes to disobedient people, but he cries when he doesn't agree with him. He really doesn't have any good options at the moment - every fifth-grade student and above wants more face than the last one, so it's impossible for him to cry like this. He is still the first Deal with this matter once.

‘Whatever science and engineering subjects should I study in college? If I had known that I wanted to be a teacher, I should have gone to a normal school. The student-to-student ratio would be better! ’

He complained to himself and dug out a new unpacked towel from his box - the school distributed many at one time.

"Wipe it, girl, there's no point in crying. You can't do it even if you cry, right? I took a quick look at it and found that I've already passed the paper. You have to know that this is a question that most fifth-year students will fail -"

"I'm number one in my grade!"

Probably because this comparison stung some nerve, the crying girl was finally willing to communicate with William.

'Crying like this has embarrassed the first placers. The fifth graders are so good and they have managed to calm themselves down. ’

But obviously this cannot be said in person - after finally calming down, William still wanted to save his eardrums.

"Wipe your tears. It's good to pass this paper." William waved his wand again and made a hot chocolate - no matter what others said, he felt that this thing was most useful when he was depressed.

'Professor McGonagall is also serious - this child is so frustrated, why are you asking her to come over to suppress her temper? Are you looking for trouble like this? ’

William refused to admit that his test paper could make people cry like this. He began to wonder why Professor McGonagall sent this child here - looking at this look, there was no way he would send this child here to take the exam.

"Tell me about it. Although I am taking a defense course, I have also prepared for many other projects. What happened today? How can I be so wronged?"

William showed a kind smile - he often used this smile to calm disputes in Azkaban, but of course the story he told later was no longer needed.

"Nothing, Professor."

"You don't get along well with other classmates?"

William was making a guess—either the number one in the grade was very good at getting along with others, or he was very bad at getting along with others. It was very extreme, and there was usually no problem if he stayed in this direction.

"no."

This answer seems guilty at first glance.

"Look forward, little girl, at least you still have two good friends, right?"

William himself felt a little heartbroken when he said this - 'It's so good that you hate me all together after just saying a few words. ’

"Geniuses are always lonely, and gifted students are probably the same. Don't worry about it. Either learn to get along or ignore it. If you are the first in the grade, there will be no bullying on campus. At most, you will be isolated, but you will. Two good friends, aren’t they?”

The change in expression is less obvious - it doesn't look like this.

"Are you having problems studying? Don't be too ambitious. It's already great to learn some new knowledge in advance. Don't put too heavy a burden on yourself. It's not unreasonable for the school to be divided into seven academic years. You can't just think about the second grade. After learning everything, Dumbledore has been studying for seven years, do you still want to graduate earlier than the principal?"

William shook his finger and said, "Don't think about it, kid, unless you change the principal, like McGonagall - cough,"

William changed his tune in time - it was okay to tell a joke about Professor McGonagall kicking Dumbledore out with the professor, but it would be too irrational to tell it to the students. He also had a salary increase that he had verbally agreed to, which was a waste of money. If it’s gone, it’s really gone.

"Anyway, it's impossible to graduate early. The second-year level wants to eat up everything in seven years. You have to know that some professors in the castle have not mastered some courses well. For example, I-I am almost an idiot in the divination class. .”

William was not polite when he made a fool of himself - as far as he knew, most of the professors in this castle were not good at divination, even the divination professors.

This thing is not up to par, he has no pressure at all, and there is no shame in admitting it in public.

These words successfully coaxed the crying students away - if a professor dares to reveal his own embarrassing story, it will be a great relief to any student.

‘It’s okay if you just laugh. It’s so tiring to coax the kids. ’

"Okay, let's take a good look at the paper and see where the mistakes are. You will have to take the exam in the senior year, so you can't take it away. But congratulations, you passed."

William rarely cheered her up.

"Passed? Professor? Then I can see the crown?"

The word "passed" brought a series of rhetorical questions.

‘You should have told me earlier! Just look at The Crown, Dumbledore's Trouble, why should I spend so much time coaxing my child? ’

William choked on the words he had prepared - he quickly thought of the impact of crowns on top students.

‘Professor McGonagall, too, let me agree, let me agree, in a roundabout way, does this mean that the school has not swallowed the crown? ’

"Go to the principal's office, Miss Granger. Because of Professor McGonagall's recommendation, you passed the special examination. Can you please contact Principal Dumbledore to see what he thinks?"

William very easily said the most comforting words at the moment - 'I'll give it to you, principal, I don't care! ’

ps: I haven’t finished copying yet, -_-||