From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 "Hurry up, hurry up-kids, it's just a few simple multiple-choice questions, there is no need to be so serious, don't you like to make papers?"

　　 On the podium, William was talking cheerfully.

But the students below can’t even get the whole set of trembling cold. Although the papers are all multiple-choice questions, William only gave them half an hour to complete. This is very hasty for normal students, even more so. Not to mention the students caught this time.

　　 People's energy is limited, even if they work part-time as a wizard, most of the students who have been arrested have not satisfactory grades. They are the kind of brain pain that sees the test paper.

　　 Even if William reminded them three times in the middle, when it was time to rewind, some students still spontaneously bought Meng, "Professor, please, it's a little bit too close, just a little time."

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

　　 However, when William finished collecting and turning his head to collect, these children still had no plans to hand in their papers.

　　 "Professor, right now, right away."

　　‘I can’t finish the 30-minute multiple-choice questions? I felt good when I wrote the question. ’

　　 Then he saw the other people's smirk expressions-careless!

　　 Sure enough, the ability of the confined children and the professor to fight wits and courage is far greater than the other students.

　　 William warned himself, and then walked quickly to the podium—if he remembered correctly, there were some textbooks left by previous students in the podium.

　　 "Well, the fourth graders, it's not... there are, just these books."

　　 Taking out the dusty first-grade textbooks, William took out a few homework papers left for the fifth-grade from his carry-on bag—all the first-grade questions, but even copying against the books is very difficult.

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

　　William walked quickly over as he spoke, and put the textbooks and papers one by one on the desks of the students who were still doing the exercises.

"The teacher was very touched and decided that no matter what your test scores are, you should not wash the toilet. You don't need to do those test questions. Tonight, you will each complete two papers. Open-book test. If your score is below E, remember to close it next time Copy the entire test paper five times before confinement and send it over."

　　 "Well, what are you waiting for-move the table and chairs to the back of the classroom. The two papers are not a small number. If their confinement is over and they are not completed, they will be treated as failing."

　　 William gave a light high-five.

　　 "Go ahead, gentlemen."

　　 Several students who thought they thought that they had delayed the confinement time by themselves began to use their magic wands to lift the seats. William walked back to the podium, smiled kindly, picked up the stack of papers, and began to recite the names one by one.

　　……

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

There was a roar of laughter from the students under 　　—George was the third hapless person to wash the toilet.

　　 Even George himself has a dumbfounded look. He can't believe this result. He has copied it several times. Why did he hang up today?

"Fred Weasley, well, just passed. You have one more multiple-choice questions than George. Congratulations. You can continue to copy the rest tonight. By the way, you can help George complete his work. To be honest, Both of you are very similar in writing."

When Fred’s name was just pronounced, there was a laughter from below, waiting for the fourth hapless person to be sentenced, even George looked eagerly at the toilet flushing partner-there was Fred in there. , Flushing the toilet is not a boring thing.

　　 But when William's words were over, the whole classroom fell silent.

　　 As for George, he put on a mask of pain on the spot, his face full of incredible, an expression of how you betrayed me.

　　 "Professor, did you make a mistake?"

　　 Fred asked with a look of surprise-he was ready to clean the toilet, how did it become like this?

　　 "It's a bit weird indeed-I'll look at it again."

　　 "Incorrect."

　　 After a careful inspection, William made such a judgment.

　　 About less than five minutes later, the seven eliminated hapless guys walked out of the classroom without a word.

　　——

　　 "George?"

　　 "George?"

　　 After shouting several times, George finally recovered and looked at the person who called him.

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

　　 "If you double it, double it-Merlin's beard, Fred betrayed us!"

　　 "It's not what he thought. Think about the benefits. We are better than the hapless one doing the exam papers in the back of the classroom, right?"

　　 Yigan people balance in their hearts, and laughter and laughter come back here all of a sudden.

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

　　……

　　 Silence, silence, silence.

　　——

"Well, 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 will come to me to get a bunch of materials. Compose, shorthand quill and parchment are all ready."

　　 "I hope you will check the information carefully~www.readwn.com~ If there is a problem with the acceptance, then I have to regret to send you to Mr. Filch for processing."

　　 William called the students up one by one, and then distributed the materials. Then he sat on the podium and took out the third-grade textbook to look up.

As long as you work hard, you can always get an extra copy of the test paper. This thing is quite addictive-it can deepen your own research and ensure that this part of the labor will not be useless, even if the knowledge is lifting the curse. No time is needed, and there are still people who can understand this effort.

　　 William's posture of unwinding successfully scared the students below. For a while, apart from the sound of looking through the materials in the entire classroom, there was only the rustle of a feather pen dancing on the parchment.

　　 "咚咚."

　　 The knock on the door broke the tranquility 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 people knew this, this was the male prefect of the sixth grade in Gryffindor, Percy Weasley.

　　 "You came a bit early, Percy, find a place to do it first, and you will review the information they handed in later, is there no problem?"

　　 "No problem, Professor."

　　 Percy responded confidently, which made William quite satisfied—it is indeed a student who even Professor Bins has enthusiastically recommended. You know, Professor Bins doesn’t even recognize the professor now.

　　‘An internship certificate, a meager allowance provided by funds allocated by the school, for such an excellent inspector, not in the school, where to find such an excellent employee? ’

　　 William nodded in relief and continued his work.