From Azkaban To Hogwarts

William, who was far away in Hogwarts, had no idea that Sirius was slandering him. The school was conducting a large-scale OWLs exam. How could he have the time to care about the scam between Sirius and Muggles?

Although he provided some guidance on Lupine's reply and even revised it later, it was just an ordinary plan and not too outrageous.

To be honest, if the Ministry of Magic hadn't restricted the exchange of Muggle currency for Galleons, it wouldn't have been easy for those purebloods to get a large sum of money from the pureblood world, and it wouldn't have even been illegal at all.

Divination and blurred potions are all powerful tools for gathering funds, and the secrecy law is not so restrictive.

It is said that when there was no protection law, the Malfoy family helped William the Conqueror break into the British family. When it comes to making money in Muggle society, purebloods are professionals, and the tricks in Azkaban are not leftovers. The ones that are released are those that others don’t like, and they are just expanded in some areas. There is nothing much to say.

Compared with the scam that had nothing to say, he was more concerned about the mentality of his students preparing for the exam.

As a professor, he must stand at the entrance of the examination room to bless the students - but why do most people have dark circles under their eyes?

"You won't stay up very late, right? There will be a practical exam in the afternoon!"

He stood at the door of the examination room and looked at them worriedly.

"No - we didn't sleep at all, we stayed up all night reviewing!"

The twins stood at the front of the team, looking excited.

"Are you crazy? There is an exam tomorrow!"

William stood at the door, wanting to take out his magic wand to wake them up for a while - how could there be such a wasteful candidate! They are all in fifth grade. Don't they know that the efficiency of staying up late to review cannot make up for the losses later?

"We figured it out, Professor!"

The twins grinned, "Today, Thursday, the exam is about self-defense, and tomorrow, Friday, it's about archeology and magic writing - that's an elective course, and we didn't study it! The two days on the weekend will be enough!"

"Nonsense!"

William yelled and darkened his face - although he was a little moved, if Professor Mo Wen knew that he was moved and agreed that compulsory courses are greater than elective courses, colleagues would not be able to get along with each other.

"Take the exam well. There will be practical classes in the afternoon. Let me see how you handle it!"

He turned his back and left angrily.

However, at noon, this group of energetic children somehow persuaded the canteen to prepare refreshing soup for them.

"They just cover everything--"

Adams looked at the soup and complained, "Seriously, we are in the vegetable patch in the greenhouse! Those kids actually helped other colleges to harm their own vegetable patch!"

"There must be Hufflepuff students involved, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to sneak into the kitchen and convince so many house elves!"

In response, William could only smile bitterly in return.

To be honest, the students in this class are very capable of doing things - the children in the previous class were not so trouble-making, and I don't know if the twins brought the group of children around them into this.

"What should we do when they reach sixth grade..."

In the cafeteria, William began to think hard.

Worrying not about scarcity but inequality, he has not given too much homework to the sixth graders before, and this year is no exception. However, judging from this year's momentum, these children who are going crazy with the papers next year...

"If there are no restrictions, Professor Binns will have a lot more students to help next year..."

‘It’s time for the twins to find a direction worth striving for! ’

Unbeknownst to the two brothers, William began to plan their careers...

Shooting a man first shoots a horse, and catching a thief first captures a king. Although it is not good for a professor to be so cautious when facing such students, the twins have proven time and time again with practical actions that they are worthy of being treated like this.

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Fred didn't even think about going outside the examination room. After their next series of operations, their dear professor not only did not worry about the student's grades like other professors, but began to figure out how to arrange him.

To be precise, he wasn't thinking about anything else at all right now, he was just thinking about the exam itself.

Will the questions be difficult? Will I be tested on unfamiliar knowledge? previous…

The more he worked, the more he was afraid of losing, and the more he worked hard, the more he was afraid of failure. His heart was pounding, and he even dared not open his eyes to read the questions.

Fortunately, the overwhelming training helped him stabilize his mentality, and he began to look down at the first question.

Eh?

Just...that's it?

Fred's eyes widened, and he looked at the question again, trying to find possible traps - Professor William liked to do this, and by slightly changing the conditions of the question, the answer became an incredible one.

But no, the answer seemed to be right there, and it would appear on its own if I lifted the quill a little.

‘Impossible, absolutely impossible! ’

Fred glanced at the question and began to examine the next one. Well, this one is a bit difficult, but that's it.

But could it be inducement?

For example, professors like to adjust the difficulty of test questions, and then the difficulty increases at the end, making it difficult for people...

In line with the good habit of reviewing questions, he scanned the questions one by one, preparing to pick out the most difficult questions and give up - this is an excellent character that was only developed after many trainings. Cedric, who had the best score, was eliminated by the middle question. After getting stuck and failing to complete the paper, everyone learned not to fail on a question.

In particular, Professor William deliberately set the following questions to be extremely simple, which made the idea of ​​crashing to death even more stupid.

but…

Why?

Why are there no particularly difficult questions at all?

Fred was confused for a moment, and then he immediately woke up and started to finish the questions quickly - after being tortured by all kinds of weird papers, no one would be disturbed by what happened to the papers.

"time up!"

Two hours passed quickly, and while Fred was still patiently checking whether there were any traps that he hadn't discovered, the exam was already over, because various anti-cheating spells were cast on the papers, so a group of them The person was taken away from the examination room.

"Today's topic..."

Fred looked at his brother carefully.

"Well, it seems like we stayed up all night in vain..."

The two of them clapped their hands against the dark circles under their eyes and began to ask other people - as expected, everyone was saying that the questions were a bit difficult, but they could be solved with a little effort.

"There is no such thing as a bunch of restrictions in the question..."

"Yes, that is, question 23 is a bit too remote..."

“…”

"Okay, the exam is over, and you still worry about so much. There is still an exam in the afternoon. Didn't the professor tell you not to answer the questions after the exam?"

"It's rare to do well in an exam..."

The interrupted student complained, "Let's eat and eat. Didn't the Hufflepuff students say they want to surprise us at noon?"

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"The soup for lunch today was good, Belica. How was the exam this morning?"

Professor Marchban asked about the results in a low voice. Although it was said that the official marking would have to wait until they returned to the examination bureau for open and fair mutual review, and the results that had been verified many times would be announced after a certain process. However, it was roughly when the scores were collected. You can tell at a glance.

"Their foundation is more solid than last year's batch of students, and they answered the test papers very well."

"Then let's look at the afternoon exam - I can't wait for this group of fifth-year students to enter the wizarding society. The performance of the students in the past few years was really poor. Some people suspect that our grading rules are too harsh, but Does giving them high scores mean they are qualified?”

Professor Marchbaan muttered dissatisfied, "A wizard who can't beat other people with a wand, and then expects us to do defense - well, it's called self-defense now. That little William has such a weird name. He can't beat other wizards." The wizards of the country have the nerve to let us give them certificates of qualification, do they want to go out with the certificates to embarrass themselves?”

"I'm going to be the examiner for the fifth grade in the afternoon exam. I want to personally see the standard of this class of students."

Professor Marchban complained and said willfully, but all the examiners had no objection.

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"George Weasley! Your examiner is Professor Marchban!"

William stood at the door to announce the names of the dishes and assigned the students to them. Lupine stood beside him, helping and studying at the same time - yes, he came here to learn how to conduct the exam. After all, he was the most self-defense professor in the school. Newcomer.

Age is age, and teaching experience is teaching experience. Even if there is a new professor, and the school plans to set up a self-defense office, the director of the office will be William instead of Lupin. Even the Head of Gryffindor, who has always been optimistic about Lupin, will not hesitate. Let William take office.

"Tell me, what do Professor Marchban think, and why would she personally preside over the fifth-grade exam? She is usually in charge of seventh-grade candidates, and most of the time she is just in name -"

William couldn't help but be curious. When Dumbledore was studying, the professor had already made the entire wizarding world remember her name. If Harry Potter came out for the exam, maybe the old man would stare at it with interest. But among this year's fifth and seventh graders, even the best Percy, William didn't think he was good enough to alert the examiner to come and see him.

"I don't know either...Professor William."

Lupine was even more clueless. He had been away from Hogwarts for too long and didn't know anything at all.

"All right…"

William shook his head, thought for a moment, and put down the list.

"Why don't you adjust it, Professor William?"

Lupine reminded him in a low voice. Although he wouldn't do it if it were put to him, his experience in the magical society taught him that he should adjust the list so that the better children would go to Professor March's class. Maybe it will make the assessment results look better.

It was the Order of Merlin after all;

"If it were you, would you adjust, Professor Lupine?"

William leaned against the wall and stretched his waist - the students couldn't see the middle anyway.

"I probably can't."

"Me too, Professor Lupin."

William smiled and shrugged.

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"It's a child of the Weasley family - well, your family's red hair is very special and I remember it vividly."

Professor Marchban looked at George and said, "Don't be too nervous, we are just conducting a practical exam."

Unfortunately, that's what he said, but the content of the exam was not as simple as Professor Marchban said.

The old professor just used the Transformation Technique to create endless opponents for George - it was obviously just a piece of rope, but under the influence of the Transformation Technique, it imitated dozens of common dangerous scenes and dangerous creatures. .

Because the imitation was so realistic, when George was dealing with those guys, he even suspected that they originally existed, but were just transformed into ropes...

"call…"

Panting heavily, he used the banishing spell to kill his opponent again. The iron armor spell and bubble head spell on his body were superimposed like a snowman.

"Very wonderful--"

Professor Marchban finally stopped waving his wand and gave him a pretty good evaluation.

"But why do you occasionally try to throw something?\

,"She pointed out George's problem to the point - sometimes when he was dealing with danger, his hand that was not holding the wand would unconsciously reach out to his pocket, but she was soon interrupted.

"that…"

George hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to answer honestly, "Actually, I planned to throw a Frisbee or a big dung egg to attract the opponent's attention."

"Frisbee? Big dung egg?"

Professor Marchban was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled cheerfully, "Why not, kid? It seems like you have received relevant training."

"It was confiscated by the professor. He felt that carrying those props was suspected of cheating."

"Well, there is indeed one thing. Did you come up with it yourself?"

"Me and Fred, my brother, came up with it together. When the professor found out, he confiscated our Frisbees and turd eggs before the exam."

"Have you been carrying it with you?"

"Well, yes, Professor Marchban."

"Can you use something else to simulate the fighting style you created?"

…

"Just like this, the big dung egg will explode, but we will not be affected by the bubble head spell..."

George happily demonstrated, then described the advantages they felt they would gain from this.

"It seems like it's more than just that, right?"

Professor Marchban asked questions while watching.

"We actually planned to bring some newly invented props to block the field of vision, but we were stopped before the research was successful. The professor felt that our foundation was too poor. At least we had to pass several exams with high scores. It can go on.”

…

"Next group!"

Watching the three students come out, William immediately called their names - strange, George wouldn't have made Mrs. Marchbane pass out from anger, right? Why hasn't the exam ended yet?

Fortunately, what he was worried about did not happen. George came out after a slight delay, his face full of happiness.

"He smiled like he had successfully removed the toilet seat at school."

William called in the next student, and then took the opportunity to complain to Lupine.

"How can you say that about your student's professor, Professor William -" Lupine retorted with a smile, "But then again, Padfoot would also smile like this when he makes a mistake."

The two laughed quietly, trying not to let the students outside hear.