From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Nancy is in a daze.

The professor on the podium was talking about the paper at an extremely fast speed, and the automatic writing chalk on the blackboard consumed itself at an extremely fast speed, allowing a lot of knowledge that Nancy had already mastered to reappear on the blackboard.

She was stunned for a moment, and then quickly copied the knowledge into her notebook - in the past, she would have ignored it even with a glance.

‘It’s obviously just the first grade content, so why is there so much knowledge that I didn’t notice? ’

The students' whispers could not be heard in the entire classroom. Only the rustle of the quill rubbing against the paper and the creaking of the chalk became the background of the professor's voice, making the classroom extraordinarily serious.

Nancy had previewed the fifth-grade course during the summer vacation, but the new professor taught it extremely fast, without even the intention of asking questions - those difficult points were supposed to be extra points for top students to answer questions, but they were The professor rushed over with a lot of explanations and vivid examples, making the whole class progress extremely fast.

She even felt that her breathing was a little unsmooth - when the professor on the podium finally announced that get out of class was over, Nancy felt that the tight breath in her chest was finally let out.

At the same time, there were countless loud gasping sounds in her ears.

——

"get out of class is over."

William put down the textbook in his hand and announced to all the students.

Seeing their lazy movements as if the law had been relaxed, William couldn't help but glance at his thick paper bag.

"There are four sets of test papers here. All students who got A's will go back and complete the test papers by themselves, and complete a paper on fifth grade content, no less than 2,000 words. The three students who got E's do not need to complete the test papers, but they still need to complete the paper. "

William looked at the students who had no energy to object and showed a relaxed smile.

"If you have a poor foundation, you have to focus on training. There is nothing you can do about it. Okay, let's prepare for the next class."

Taking out the remaining test papers from the paper bag, William held an empty bag and waved cheerfully, "Prefect, hand out the test papers, students - see you next week."

As William walked out of the classroom with brisk steps, a group of students who had just recovered from the horror course realized what had happened.

"Four papers, one paper, two thousand words!!!"

A boy made a sound that was like being hit by a barrier spell. The reverberation was so loud that it scared everyone out of the mood of relief after class was over.

"Two thousand words?"

"Two thousand words!"

The person who asked the question was silent - papers in the past were calculated by ruler, because it was very convenient for the professor to calculate the length of the paper, and it was clear at a glance whether he had written enough or not.

But this way of writing has led many people to find ways to be lazy. The number of words is larger, the line spacing is wider, and a paper can be at least one-fifth of the content. But now with the number of words, cheating is almost impossible.

"Four papers, professor, does he want to commit murder?"

"It's not murder, but if you work harder on the exam, you don't have to do the E."

"Don't even look at who is taking the E test! Can you really get an O on that question? Nancy——"

The person talking asked the prefect from a distance.

"I'm here, what's wrong?"

"If you were asked to do it over again, would you be able to get an A on that test paper?"

"I overlooked too many details. If I had to do it again, I think it would be okay."

…

The two looked at each other and fell into silence.

——

'It seems that these children can adapt to the cramming education, but it is not good to be so anxious all the time. Moreover, magic is different from ordinary exams in that it involves practical operations. ’

In the library, William was moving piles of materials while planning the next course schedule.

'Taking into account the previous arrangement of the professor's classes, and the principle of sharpening the knife and chopping firewood, it is best to have a ratio of three to one between theoretical classes and practical classes, and the practical classes can be interspersed with a large number of magic spells that have been mastered. Reviewing can prevent students from feeling defeated due to the dullness of failed spell casting. In this way, the burden of practical classes can be heavier - what cannot be completed in class can be assigned as homework. ’

'Speaking of which, it's easier to educate fifth-grade students - after all, there are OWLs exams, just overcome the problem with tactics, don't think too much about mobilizing students' enthusiasm, and they still have two years to improve their understanding of the magical society. cognition, don’t worry too much about educating them about things other than schoolwork. ’

…

By the time William had revised the new teaching plan to the last detail, the bell rang for the second period of the big class.

‘It’s strange to say that, is the bell at Hogwarts powered by physics or magic? ’

With such doubts, William came to the restaurant.

Adams had come a long time ago and was smiling evilly at William.

"Tell me, there is some sad news."

William asked quite calmly - in fact, Adams's smile was too familiar to him. When someone was called to the office by the teacher, he also informed him with this smile.

Adams raised an eyebrow, "Guess what new nickname the fifth graders gave you?"

"tyrant?"

"Thinking too much, William. Unless Dumbledore announces that Hogwarts will cancel vacations this year and make make-up classes compulsory, this title will not appear again in Hogwarts."

"Then you mean that the principal has the potential to be a tyrant?"

"No, I mean, Professor McGonagall who issued the order will be given the title when Dumbledore decides."

"Pfft, hahahahaha..."

William was not amused, and Professor Kettleburn, the Professor of Magical Biology next to him, laughed crazily regardless of his image - although he was usually not good at it.

The old professor's voice was extremely contagious, causing a corner of the staff table to start laughing crazily.

When Professor McGonagall focused her attention here to stop a group of professors from behaving regardless of their image, William still didn't figure out what his new nickname was.

But just when he really wanted to ask, Adams's ears turned red.

Before William could turn his head curiously, Professor Lockhart's distinctive magnetic voice rang out.

"Professor William, it looks like you are having a lot of fun here? Can I come and share it?"

"Of course, Professor Lockhart, please feel free."

After a few words of greeting, William quickly figured out why the professor who usually crowded in the middle of the dining table came here today - he heard that William had come up with test questions for first-year students and discussed them among the students. The degree is very high.

"You know, Professor William, replying to those fans takes up too much of my time. Although I am qualified for the teaching task, I really don't have enough time to write test questions for them."

Well, Professor Lockhart, you don’t need to explain. Now the whole school knows that you have no talent for teaching. You are a great explorer, but teaching does not seem to be suitable for you.

However, William did not make any rebuttal, but happily handed over the paper.

Anyway, it was a test paper for students, and it didn't involve money or anything, so he looked at it very casually. Besides, there was a reason that he was actually embarrassed to say - to be honest, he was greedy for the great adventurer's box.

At least three SRs, right?