From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Very bad, very bad—this time your grades are your worst since you were in fifth grade."

　　Only William's voice echoed in the classroom, and the students underneath didn't even dare to speak out.

　　 "I know that you had a very happy Christmas holiday, lively dance parties, beautiful or handsome dancers, friends from foreign countries, and a long holiday that just ended."

　　 "What a wonderful time! You don't even need to worry about your grades, don't worry about exams that don't even arrive for half a year!"

　　 "I don't know what happened to make you so disrespectful for OWLs exams, disrespect for OWLs years!"

　　 "Do you think that I can do this or that kind of magic, just waving a magic wand can make you pass the rigorous exam collectively?"

　　 "Never! The students who passed the exam before, every student, they used countless hard work and sweat to get good results, instead of relying on your guessing professors to have any mysterious magic!"

　　 "Each of them is good! They are worthy of that score!"

　　 "Yes, you will think again, you have a bad foundation, so it is only natural that you can't improve your grades temporarily—"

"Then I tell you, among the students I have taken over, the worst child is the Weasley brothers in the sixth grade. Their grades are the countdown in their grade—not which subject, but every subject! "

　　 "If they don't work hard, based on their level of knowledge at the time, both of them will be dissatisfied with the certificate of one hand!"

　　 "On play, on pranks, it's not that I don't look down on you, even if the children of the whole school get together, I can't find anyone who is better at pranks than them!"

　　 "But what are their OWLs scores, don't I need to say more?"

　　 William looked around at the fifth grader below—when his gaze swept across, the students in the corresponding area couldn't help but bow their heads.

　　 "Work hard, hard work is not as good as others, play, but they can't play..."

　　 He sighed, “Copy it all, and write the papers for me again. Next week’s exam will be a question of the same difficulty. Children whose grades have not improved significantly will add three more papers to each of their pre-Easter homework.”

　　 "get out of class is over!"

　　 He knocked **** the test paper on the podium, and then strode out.

　　 After he left, the classroom was rarely calm for a long time, and then some students walked up to the podium silently to get back their papers.

　　Since the start of the school, no one has seen a professor become so angry. Everyone has been frightened.

　　—

　　 "Why are you so angry, William?"

　　 In the staff lounge, Adams put a small basket of strawberries next to William, "I just picked it today, try it?"

　　 "Being angry with students."

　　 William picked up one without angrily, stuffed it into his mouth, didn't even pull out the stem behind it-he didn't lie, he was indeed angry by the fifth-grade child.

　　 I don’t know if this year’s Triwizard Tournament is too busy or the attraction of foreign wizards is too great. The school's final exam was messed up by the group of children.

　　 Except for a few children who performed well in the past, the performance of the rest of the students has dropped significantly.

　　 There are only half a year left for the OWLs exam. It is enough for him to worry about the resurrection of the Dark Lord without even detecting any signs. This group of fifth-grade students also came up with this kind of moth.

　　 "Then respect food," Adams shook his head, "How can you eat strawberries like this?"

"It's not just your subject that has fallen in grades. It's just that you are the only one to find out the exam at the beginning of the school. I heard that Professor McGonagall has a green face today, and many students have fallen behind in the level of transfiguration. It’s not that every college has no points to deduct. She may not decide how many points will be deducted today!"

　　 "It seems that I don't need to look forward to the results of the next class."

　　William ate four or five strawberries in a row. This time he felt that the fire was a little weaker. "I regret accepting that medal now. I always feel that the medal has given the current fifth grade inexplicable confidence."

　　 "Don't do it-the Merlin Medal is the highest glory of a wizard."

　　 Adams shook his head, "But it's time to let them know the gap between themselves and the previous students, otherwise they are too impetuous."

　　 "This is a good idea, I think of a way-"

　　 William stuffed himself a strawberry again, "But now I have to go to class first-I bet you, the results of the next class are definitely not a happy thing."