From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Do you think those guys will be pissed off when they wake up from the closet?"

In the hospital, the Gryffindors who were being treated were whispering to each other while receiving treatment. Madam Pomfrey, who was in charge of the treatment, would never ask why the students were injured, nor would she complain to the school.

There is no other way. Once the infirmary starts asking about this, some students will be afraid of being dealt with and choose to treat themselves. Their magic and potion skills alone will most likely make things worse.

They are all underage children, and they are still holding magic wands in their hands. It is impossible to expect them to stay calm and not make trouble. We can only add more safety measures to prevent accidents.

"Okay, next one."

Madam Pomfrey acted like I didn't hear anything and called out to the students.

This kind of large-scale fights happen every year, and they are never absent - especially when the OWLs exam is approaching, it is impossible to prevent them.

After nearly a year of accumulated pressure, every fifth-year student is like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment, especially Gryffindor and Slytherin. After years of accumulated hatred, it is not surprising that several of them will be hospitalized.

This year has been a year in which there have been relatively few troubles, so it’s less of a worry.

Moreover, these guys in front of them are all in fifth grade. They have been used to fighting for many years. It is impossible for them to get into trouble, but they probably have to work a little overtime at night.

Madam Pomfrey's superb medical skills quickly cured all the Gryffindors, and then a group of fifth-year students walked out of the school hospital happily and proudly, like victorious roosters.

Fred and George stood at the front of the team, grinning from ear to ear - the last time they were almost attacked by Slytherin before the Quidditch match was finally avenged, and two pleasant things happened in one day. What else are they dissatisfied with?

The two arrogant brothers and the rest of the fifth graders quickly walked towards the restaurant. After the fight, they still had to eat, right?

But they soon received a cruel blow from reality - because the elves were busy supplying the students outside, the children who stayed in the castle no longer enjoyed the treatment of hot meals when they came over.

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"It's strange, the impetuousness of graduating students this month has dropped a lot..."

In the office, William was recording the results and preparing the final papers. Judging from the homework recently submitted by the fifth grade, the results of the upcoming OWLs examination should be quite satisfactory.

Although there are three who do not have to hand in homework, their grades are quite stable.

After all, William was only exempted from after-school homework, and the tests in the classroom were still maintained.

"Is it because of the big exam before? But other grades..."

He shook his head. He still didn't understand the situation. However, it was a good thing that his impatience was reduced. After finishing the OWLs exam, he was going to investigate what happened this month and prepare to strengthen adjustments in this regard in his subsequent education. .

"After the OWLs exam is over, Professor Luping's affairs should be put on the agenda."

It's not clear what the school thinks about William, but he has been working very happily with Professor Lupin this year, and he has learned a lot from Lupin that should be part of a traditional Hogwarts education.

To be honest, if there was another professor like Lupin, William could even give up the sixth and seventh grades again.

But this is impossible. Whether Lu Ping can be retained this year is another question. Although all kinds of preparations have been made, werewolves are different from others and are seriously tabooed.

The wizarding world has not yet solved the werewolf infection problem. Hogwarts is the future of the British wizarding world, and it is truly half of the country. What parent would be willing to see a werewolf among a group of children who have little ability to protect themselves?

It's like a kindergarten teacher who is infected with HIV. Which parent would feel relieved?

Fortunately, now that Wolfsbane Potion is available, Professor Luping's infectivity is almost non-existent. Otherwise, no matter how good Professor Luping's teaching is, William would not dare to say this for sure.

'But the Ministry of Magic is really... In order to grab credit, they actually made Lupine a striker, and it was published in the newspapers for many days...'

This means that after Lupin's incident came out, Fudge had to stand behind Lupine and admit that he was a safe and harmless werewolf who could control himself even though he looked like he was eating shit.

Thinking of this, William wanted to laugh - he couldn't help it, it was Fudge's new policy that caused him to go to Azkaban. Seeing Fudge suffer, he was happier than getting a salary increase.

"Let me use special symbols to make a note first. The most busy one right now is OWLs."

While William was writing, he made a note on another important thing in next year's work log - the elixir of happiness.

After a whole year of irregular research, he was ready to march towards the pinnacle of potions.

In fact, around April, he had the strength to take on the challenge thanks to the large supply of herbal medicines in the campus greenhouse, but there was no other way, and the Fuling Elixir could only be put aside for the next school year.

The reason is simple. It takes up to six months to brew a Fuling Elixir, and during this period he must avoid unfavorable factors caused by accidents - the school has summer vacation, and novices like him absolutely cannot Those who dare to let the potion move around before the brewing is successful - to be precise, even if someone's voice is louder, which may cause the potion to fail, William will smash the opponent's head without hesitation.

"The materials are almost ready. Three hundred galleons of materials have been invested... Even if we know that the finished product is very expensive, this is too..."

He touched the materials he had spent a lot of money to collect sadly, and then locked them at the bottom of the cabinet to avoid being tempted again.

"The dress...the hat...it's really getting more and more complicated to welcome the examiners..."

After rubbing his owl's head and adding a pack of high-grade food before it pecked its fingers dissatisfied, William entered the lounge inside the office and began to change clothes - the examiners would arrive at noon, which meant a battle of wits. The time is about to begin again.

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"Huh...we should actually hand in our homework..."

In the Gryffindor lounge, the twins were discussing exercises nervously.

People are addicted to progress. As long as they get a positive feedback - after being forced to study for a summer, their grades at the beginning of school are very impressive, and their talents are no worse than those of their three brothers. This makes their The results have improved rapidly until now.

After resisting several times when Professor William was mercilessly pressing the papers to answer questions, the two simply started working hard. That is to say, they drifted a little during the big exams, but after that, they were still equally focused on their homework.

But that doesn't stop them from worrying about the exam now.

It is an eternal law that the more you worry about your grades when you have an appointment - but there is no point in worrying because the examiners arrived on time.

"Why are you nervous, Professor Luping..."

William glanced at Lu Ping and said, "Students in grades 2, 3 and 4 don't take exams..."

"I have been afraid since I was in school..." Lu Ping admitted with rare honesty. "To be honest, the two major exams scared me so much. I have always been worried about being kicked out of school because of my grades."

“Just looking at grades is the best thing – what lesson are you teaching your students?”

"It's almost the last lesson." Lu Ping took a deep breath and said calmly.

"Stop for now and don't rush to advance the course. Maybe we can do more - I don't think the principal will let you leave so easily."

"How can it be…"

Lupine tried to say something, but William was already stopped by Professor Marchbaan.

"Little William, come here quickly!"

The old lady was in good spirits, and the examiner behind her seemed very motivated.

"This time we won't let you get fooled so easily. We deliberately made the questions more difficult."

She told the happy truth without hesitation - after everyone passed it last year, in order to avoid criticism, they decided to make the questions more difficult.

"If your students can still get full marks this year," Professor Marchban said cheerfully, "then we will buy a page of the Daily Prophet to publish the questions and assessment standards for the past four years, and then the Examination Authority The difficulty will not be increased again."

"In addition, I will recommend you to obtain a second-level medal of the Knights of Merlin in recognition of your outstanding contribution to education."

As she spoke, she patted William on the shoulder, ignored the noisy chatter in the crowd, and directly grabbed Professor McGonagall and asked to eat in the Hogwarts restaurant.

As the most respected senior in the entire magical world, even Professor McGonagall could only smile and start leading the way, leaving behind William, whose face was blasted by depth charges, and the students who were whispering.

"Second Order of the Order of Merlin!"

The fifth-grade students in the back row even forgot about the exam for a while, and talked about this with a bit of pride and honor.

The Order of Merlin is divided into three levels. The first-level medal is awarded to those who have done very brave or different actions in the magical world. The second-level medal is awarded to those whose achievements or efforts exceed ordinary people. The third-level medal is awarded to those with knowledge. Or entertain people who contributed.

Last year's Professor Lockhart almost never left his mouth without his Order of Merlin, Level 3.

And what Professor William has received now (even if the question is difficult, every fifth-grade student thinks it is nothing compared to the torture they have suffered throughout the year), is a second-level medal with more gold content!

Unfortunately, William didn't know much about this thing at all. He only understood the seriousness of this matter from Professor Marchbain's tone that didn't sound like a joke. The Order of Merlin was a bit far away from him, and it was not in his knowledge system. middle.

He understood that the wizarding world began in Azkaban, and the prisoners in Azkaban would never describe something like the Order of Merlin - looking at the entire history of magic, there were very few guys who had won the Order of Merlin and were imprisoned in Azkaban. Of Zikaban.

Those exceptions cannot appear outside Azkaban, which makes it impossible for this kind of honor to appear in daily discussions in Azkaban. The Ministry of Magic will not issue medals because of who smuggled how much goods or committed any financial crimes. , and those who are imprisoned will not think that they can get a piece one day.

"Okay, okay, what are you doing here? Have you reviewed the questions? Why don't you go find out what the order of the exam is!"

After being stunned for a moment and thinking about Azkaban, William immediately came to his senses.

"I've told you so much about the pre-exam skills, but you'll still be in a panic when things happen. Go and check the instructor - don't make the same joke as before. During the divination exam, you treat the examiner's face as an image in a crystal ball!"

"Yes, Professor!"

The noisy students saw that William didn't seem to care much, and the atmosphere of the discussion suddenly dropped.

"Prefects, stay here for a moment!"

William suddenly remembered something and stopped the eight fifth-grade prefects.

After confirming that there were no students around, he whispered instructions to the prefects.

"Find someone smarter and observe how the instructor's wand is released! Come back and report to me!"

"Okay, Professor."

Although he didn't know what the professor wanted to do, the devil's test paper for the fifth grade made Gryffindor unable to even think of disobeying the order.

"Forget it...just give up, pretend I didn't say that."

Before they could get far, William stopped them again and asked them to stop observing.

Although they were even more confused, the students still left without asking any questions.

‘Forget it about helping students cheat. They have already learned solid enough. It is impossible for Professor March to raise the standards to such a level that they cannot pass even if they master all the basics. "

He still believed in the judgment ability of an old professor.

The test was already at its limit, and if he used his method, it would really be close to cheating.

The principle is actually very simple - each person's wand insertion represents his personal spell-casting preference, and this preference is directly related to the spells he is good at.

It is almost impossible to put the wand in a defensive position for a wand that likes to sneak attack magic, especially for a profession like examiner, even it can almost be removed.

The theoretical exam is not easy to handle, but in the practical exam, I can guess at least 60% of the questions correctly using this skill.

He has studied the practical examinations in the magical world before. The questions are very independent, and the examiners will even conduct some special assessments. The ordinary questions are also closely related to the subjective consciousness of those conscientious examiners.

“Believe in them and believe in the various papers and exercises throughout the school year.”

William smiled and shook his head, putting aside the examiner observation plan based on those scammers in Azkaban.

It is absolutely impossible to teach students to cheat, even if they are just on the side - how can you be a professor if you train them and send them to Azkaban!

With a sense of confidence born from the bottom of his heart, William quickly turned around the corridor and prepared to go to the auditorium to meet his opponent for this battle.

However, just after turning a new corner, a stench hit his face, and William immediately took a step back and cast a head soaking spell on himself.

Taking a few steps forward, he immediately discovered the culprit - a fifth year from Slytherin and a fifth year from Gryffindor throwing big shit eggs at each other.

Seeing William approaching, the students on both sides gave up the fight and ran away without looking back.

"How?"

He grabbed a Hufflepuff and asked.

"They were still quarreling about the last exam. Gryffindor said that Slytherin's fifth-year students got nothing, all thanks to other grades. Slytherin became angry and said that Gryffindor was holding back too much, which would lead to you. Can't get the medal...

Then I don’t know who threw the dung egg at the other party first, and that’s it—didn’t you say that in order to prevent admissions before the exam, it is best to use props such as dung eggs in future conflicts, so as not to affect the results? "

I made it as a joke when I saw you two groups almost fighting, or when I was scolding you in the corridor! That's irony!

William, who was originally confident, suddenly became suspicious - can these children really pass the exam?