From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Good morning, classmates, put the papers and papers on the podium and find your place."

When a group of students walked to the door of the classroom, William appeared at the door with a smile.

Ashamed, it is the first time that William has arrived in the classroom before the arrival of the students after being a professor for so long—before the students were waiting for him in the classroom in advance.

To be honest, the feeling of staying in the classroom in advance and waiting for the students to come in is completely different from knowing that there is a room inside and the students have to go in—the former is like a harvest, the latter is like an adventure.

‘I made a mistake, the first class should be waited in the classroom in advance, so that the tension in the face of the students should be relieved a lot. ’

William smiled while watching the students file in.

For him now, this experience is no longer necessary.

There is still tension in the classroom now, but it is the student, not him.

To be precise, there are three main reasons why William can arrive in the classroom early to wait for the students.

1. After teaching for a while, he gradually became familiar with the castle road.

2. He and Adams' mutual revelation aroused the suspicion of other professors. In order not to explode the stupid things, he had to leave the table early.

Third, and the most important point, the fifth grade students are a little afraid of class. Those who would arrive in the classroom early in the past used an excuse that they had not discovered, to stay away from the classroom before class.

‘When the professor is not nervous, it is the students who are nervous. This is the conservation of tension? ’

Such a thought suddenly emerged from William's mind, and he quickly lowered his head, looking through the paper to cover up his smile.

"I have to check the completion of the homework and ask the students to preview the textbook by themselves, and then to the class, preview ten pages."

As William's voice sounded in the classroom, the rustle of turning books occupied the entire classroom-after two weeks of test paper baptism, these children were silent in class.

‘Just so-so, barely qualified. ’

'perfect. ’

…

Sweeping his eyes separately over the densely answered test papers, William focused his eyes on the first and last sentences of the answer, and then roughly evaluated the test papers based on the handwriting and writing.

Theoretically speaking, the students here shouldn’t have mastered the ultimate Hunzi Dafa that writes well in the beginning and the end and scribbled in the middle—but even if they master it, William doesn’t bother to deal with it. He has a clear conscience about these things. If he has to mix with students, he can only say that he has done his best.

It took a while to roughly finish the papers, and William took a sigh of relief—as far as the results are simple, the students who didn't perfunctory matters were basically considered qualified.

Although there are some students who are suspected of reading it every month, it can only be done like this. There is still a paper that needs serious correction!

"Okay, I looked at the paper roughly. Fortunately, although it is not satisfactory, there are no students who try to be lazy. Let's start today's course."

"No test paper?"

The student underneath asked subconsciously, and was immediately angered by other students.

Finally the professor forgot the paper, why are you so caring? This is only September, and October is not here, can the warm-hearted assistant take a break?

"Do you like exams so much?"

William was also amused. He smiled and looked at the boy who accidentally asked him-he can guarantee that if he really took the opportunity to take an exam, then the child is estimated to be isolated for a month.

However, the examination papers are not the purpose, but just a means to urge students to better master knowledge.

Although for the moment William is filling them to let them pass the OWLs exam, saying this is a bit illusory, but it does not affect William's slight changes in the learning content between classes.

"Okay, we won't take the exam today. We will mainly study the content of the next fifth grade, but today's class may be faster. You have to take notes, and-there will be no less papers after class."

William opened the book and said to the classmate below without raising his head.

Then he heard a fairly obvious exhalation, as if the entire classroom had been pressing such a breath before.

‘Look to scare these children. ’

He shook his head, unfolded the book to the page he wanted to talk about, then put the lesson plan aside for comparison, then turned his head to the blackboard and controlled the chalk to make it written on the blackboard.

‘I have to make time to practice a few more teaching aids, so that I can talk more in one lesson-there will be more time for review. ’

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call…

The crazy piece of chalk on the blackboard finally broke itself, fell off the blackboard, and stopped working diligently.

‘Why don’t you even think that the professor’s homework is too tiring and you decided to strike, right? ’

Nancy, who would complete the notes with a shorthand quill pen and transcribe by himself, suddenly had this idea in her mind.

‘You have to learn to be content, Nancy, at least there are no exam papers that make people crazy today! ’

The girl persuaded herself not to be greedy in this way-although the class was very tiring, but compared with those crazy test papers, it was nothing to be tired.

‘It’s a pity that there is no exam paper and no points can be added. ’

She closed the notes, and suddenly such thoughts appeared in her mind, and then immediately shook her head to shake the thoughts out of her mind.

Missing the test paper-what's the difference from Dickie's idiot who told the professor that there is no test paper?

She quickly emptied the idea again, and at this time, another piece of chalk had been replaced on the blackboard, and she was tirelessly burning herself.

Fortunately, Nancy's preview is very good, and she can still keep up with the progress.

But this doesn't mean she is much more relaxed-when the professor shared the textbooks between the big class, Nancy collapsed on the table like many classmates.

"Okay, take a break, everyone. We are indeed talking a little faster. It is still the old rule. In order to prevent you from not understanding, a two-thousand-word essay."

The professor's voice sounded, but many people didn't even have the strength to complain.

"As for?"

Nancy wants to cast spells on the professor very much now-‘Why not! ’

"Well, no one is curious. We finished the expected review content in half a class. What are we going to do next?"

‘Next, who knows, in the past, all exams were taken, so today is the mode changed-first lectures and then exams? ’

Such a terrible thought came to Nancy's mind—Professor, are you the devil?

However, just as she was maligning, there was a huge cheer in the classroom, and the classmates immediately became energetic as if they had been infused with some strange potion.

'what happens? ’

Just when she was still wondering, the best friend had left her position and hugged her—"Nancy, practical class, practical class!"

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