From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Fred, you haven't noticed recently that our classes have become very strange."

In the room of responsiveness, the twins, who had already regarded this as a secret base, started chatting after their busy work.

"Yeah, it's a little bit. Thinking about it carefully, even the fifth grader hasn't done a paper for a long time—this is not a professor's style at all."

Fred put down the candy in his hand and thought seriously.

At this time, the table has piled up a pile of various candies. They either added transformation-related potions during production, or fixed the skills of transformation, as long as they are simple, they will be hit.

This is a new product, and it's also a gift to the professor at graduation - after all, they will graduate and leave school this year, so it's not too much to give the professor some hand-crafted candy when they leave, right?

Of course, the great idea is still in its infancy, but the duo are convinced they can come up with a candy that cannot be detected by existing testing methods.

But now the question of candy can be moved back a little bit, because the discovery just now is really too amazing - fifth grade is the year of owls this year, but the professor has not assigned the fifth grade exam paper for almost a month!

Is this reasonable? This is not reasonable!

Even if they put aside the torture they endured in the past, even if they put aside the feelings of jealousy and envy, wouldn't the grades in the fifth grade be important?

As the Gryffindor seventh-year seniors who created miracles in the owls exam, shouldn't they care about it?

Of course not!

This is the responsibility of the seventh grade! This is the love of the upper grades for the lower grades. Is it wrong to care about their grades?

The two talked more and more vigorously, as if someone had entrusted them with some important mission, and even the props to be completed in their hands were put on the other side.

If even the professors gave up on the owls exam, then they would be in charge of the fifth graders!

It is our duty to revive the glory of owls!

The two suddenly got excited, and after hurriedly covering up the work in their hands, they left the Room of Requirement and rushed directly to the common room to seek like-minded partners.

The professor is probably addicted to that Merlin badge, so they have to find a way to wake the professor up and save those confused fifth graders.

—

It didn't take long for the twins to return to the Gryffindor common room, where they found a group of students chatting there because there was no class.

"Lee Jordan!"

They called out to the commentator friend, their faces full of contentment.

"Who-ah, you two are willing to show up!"

Lee Jordan trotted over, hugged George, and punched Fred in the shoulder—he didn't have a problem with either, but he couldn't tell who was the other.

"Why doesn't it show up?" George raised his head. "What are you talking about?"

"What else could there be—jobs, internships, and exams before graduation..."

Lee Jordan shook his head. "You know, life isn't always fun, and there are occasional nuisances that pop up out of the blue—but you two, are you really not going to work at the Ministry of Magic?"

Because of the improvement in grades that scared many people's eyes in the fifth grade, the threshold for the twins to enter the Ministry of Magic is almost zero - considering the family background, the problems behind the threshold are not much for them.

"That was so boring—but we won't talk about that today."

The twins shook their heads and whispered about their findings.

"Um?"

"what?"

"Yes!"

"No!"

In less than five minutes, the seventh grader who stayed in the lounge discovered this serious problem under the advice of the twins - Gryffindor's excellent study style, and the fifth grade's good character of not losing the owls certificate of self-defense, so he had to be here. Lost in a class of students!

What is this behavior?

This is a blatant betrayal of tradition and a disregard for Dean McGonagall's hard work!

This is about the inheritance of the entire academy, and it is about the reputation of the entire academy. How can those who have come here stand by and watch this kind of thing?

"This is serious, no no, very serious!"

Lee Jordan's face showed a bit of seriousness, "We have to work together, we can't let the fifth-grade students waste their studies like this, we have to react with the school, we have to let the school take this matter seriously - at least let the Professor William understands that fifth graders need to be pushed!"

"Makes sense!"

The seniors rarely agreed, "But what should we do?"

"There is no way yet..."

The twins spread their hands. "But I think it's not just about our own academy. Maybe we can work together and seek help from others."

Everyone hesitated - hatred between colleges is the most real hatred, rashly seeking help from other colleges, this is too...

Just when the two sides were arguing, the entrance to the lounge opened, and a fifth-grade girl named Lavender climbed in, with a red hair that everyone was familiar with.

The two were a little shy, and then quickly slipped back upstairs.

"Notify?"

"Well, let me know..."

Everyone reached a consensus.

—

"To warn the fifth grade?"

In the Slytherin lounge, a few crazy students reported the news to the prefect, and the seventh graders were quickly called over.

"It's not unreasonable—the fifth-year students have been too indulgent these days..."

"Yeah, especially, that..."

Half of the words were spoken, but they were replaced by an elongated voice—everyone knows who that person is. The former man of the year, classmate Malfoy, was most famous for his recent duel with the seventh grade, and both of them were in the hospital. among.

After this, the fifth graders still didn't play with Malfoy much, but there was a lot less bullying - but that's not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the fifth graders looked at the seventh grade a little strangely, as if they Like that Malfoy, he could pick a seventh-year student to be hospitalized with him.

This is obviously unbearable - fifth graders should be doing paperwork obediently, shivering under the intimidation of the professor, and respectful to the seventh graders, not like now, with a face of dissatisfaction, as if they could at any time Take out the wand and send the senior to the hospital!

"But what should we do?"

Getting fifth grade back on track quickly gained a known consensus, but the question arose - how to get fifth graders back on track?

"Let the professor think they're out of business?"

"Make it look like their grades have dropped dramatically?"

"Using public opinion to force the school to put pressure on the fifth grade?"

"…"

After half a day of discussion, everyone was at a loss.

—

"Fifth grade?"

"Love to learn but not learn... If you are an idiot to waste owls years, that's really stupid..."

"What can a moment of joy now bring?"

"A real Ravenclaw does not rely on others to urge you to work hard. Extraordinary wisdom is the most valuable asset. If they can't even figure this out, let them play."

"Yeah, everyone is so busy - if you can't figure this out, you might as well be eliminated in the owls exam."

Of course, Ravenclaw needs to understand what he needs and how to work hard. No matter how bad it is, he should understand after a little mention-if it needs to be forced...

Everyone is smart, so they are all a little lazy. If it's not enough to mention a word, then you can only smile and don't mention it again.

—

"Huh? Get fifth grade back on track?"

Hufflepuffs at the picnic, look at me, I look at you—speaking of which, it seems that fifth grade is a little too loose.

But, getting back on track is such a thing...

"They study hard, don't they?"

"should be."

The homework and thesis were carefully completed. Although the scores were not added much, they worked hard for it. Except for the lack of papers, there was nothing to blame, but the papers were the professor's business.

"For the construction of the new greenhouse, the fifth grade will occasionally help, right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Thanks to the double donations from Ilvermorny and the Ministry of Magic, the construction of the new special greenhouse is very fast. Although it is not possible to let outsiders enter because it is not a holiday, it is almost taking shape.

The senior students will help out, and by the way, use a little bit of open space to plant this and that in advance, and the fifth-grade students are also active enough.

"If they participate in each picnic, they will handle the ingredients and clean the dishes, right?"

"This is also true... They are working hard to do it..."

"Then—Thelma, we're discussing! You don't get your snacks!"

"Oh…"

"Anyway, let's see how they respond - it's good to do more questions, and if not, there aren't as many questions in the fifth grade."

"okay.

—

"Bring the fifth grade to outdoor lessons again..."

In the new week, the twins looked helpless. During this time, everyone worked together to try to make the rhythm of the fifth grade a little tighter, not to mention how many papers, at least not to always train those things that have nothing to do with exams...

But it backfired. The professor actually took the fifth grade out for practical training, and he didn't mean to let them do the papers at all.

This is not good, this is very bad.

The two looked at each other - all the seniors trying to protest didn't have the desired effect.

Professor William ignored it, Professor McGonagall ignored it, and the deans of the major colleges also ignored them—their protests seemed to sink in, and not even the slightest movement was made.

This is outrageous, Professor William should not be like this.

The hustle and bustle of the owls exam two years ago now seems like a dream - the professor seems to have used Professor Lupin's method completely, allowing the students to fight and fight.

This is outrageous, according to the descriptions of the 5th graders, who are now hearing more theoretical parts in class than even Snape's theories on divination...

"We've got to figure out a way to change the status quo, my brother."

Fred stood at the window, watching the last student step out of the castle and follow the professor, "We have to do the right thing."

"You mean?"

"Yeah, that's it."

The two looked at each other, and then said the answer to the question at the same time.

The sixth and seventh grades are not too late for actual combat, and the fifth grade is still more important to learn more theory to pass the exam - so, the actual experience has proved that the fifth grade students are not qualified for actual combat.

—

"You mean, set up a trap to make the fifth grade make a fool of yourself?"

Everyone looked at the twins in astonishment, with admiration in their eyes - this ruthless method was used, let's not talk about whether it was effective or not, the twins definitely didn't have good fruit to eat.

"That's right, the fifth grade has already passed, and the practical class has been in place for a while. Let the professor see how embarrassing this practice without theory is, and he will naturally choose the previous method."

In the past, professors pointed out to them that without enough theoretical foundation, their inventions would eventually get stuck in knowledge, and it would be very easy to cause danger.

Now, they want to return this sentence to the professor as it is, so that he will not forget his original intention and let the students master more knowledge.

"We're sure, and we've covered everything this time. Whether it's confinement or deduction of points, those who are willing to join can help us—we have prepared a lot of traps during this time..."

"It's as if we haven't been deducted points..."

"Count me in, I have some experience with curses recently..."

"I still have some big **** over there."

…

Although the time is short, everyone has no intention of giving up.

First of all, it sounds interesting enough, if you miss it, I'm afraid there will be no other opportunities before graduation.

Secondly, the fifth grade period was really too awkward, and everyone didn't like it a little...

"I'm going to call people from other colleges."

"Yes, but fast—our traps must be laid out before get out of class ends. The combat class is two big classes in a row, you know..."

"no problem!"

It's really no problem - anyway, I don't know what the fifth grade has done recently. In less than half an hour, the twins and their team have recruited more than a dozen people, and they are still willing to be locked up together.

Those who do not share the confinement but are willing to help, then there is really no way to count.

"First... we have to drag Filch... we need someone to fight or get caught in the office for a foul..."

The twins began to explain tactics—a practical lesson they had learned from their seven years at Hogwarts.

"Secondly, Filch's cat had to find a way to keep it from notifying Filch - that's easy, Hufflepuff's friends provided us with a big bag of fresh The catnip, or the magic-flavored version..."

"Furthermore, we have to pay attention to Professor McGonagall. She has no classes today and is very likely to come out, so someone needs to take the risk of confinement to ask questions related to Transfiguration. It can't be too simple, and it can't be too difficult."

…

The twins eloquently broke apart the plan they had set, and then distributed the props.

"Be careful not to accidentally hurt the lower grades, we have one and only one goal!"

"Let those fifth graders who think they can fight in actual combat wake up from their dreams. Actual combat without theory is really a mess! Let the professor understand that fifth grade can't be taught like this!"

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