HP: I just wanted to drop out of school, but I saved the world

In short, every humanoid in the house was not spared.

Even Kreacher, who was slacking off in his own nest, was "invited" out to listen to the important speech of the "12 Os".

"A well-known wizard is speaking to Kreacher. He is Miss Jane's guardian. Although Kreacher doesn't like it, Kreacher will hear him out."

But this little elf with a grumbling face soon performed a light-speed expression change show, and he let out a scream that shook the house:

"What? The honorable Miss Jane got 12 O's? Miss Jane is the one who deserves 12 O's! Kreacher should have known that this day would come! Everyone is optimistic about Miss Jane, but Miss Jane is also the most competitive! Kreacher will prepare a full banquet for Miss Jane!"

He disappeared with a "bang", and the sound of pots and pans clattering again came from the kitchen downstairs, mixed with Mrs. Weasley's screams.

The farce did not end until dinner time.

After Jian Yu who died in society, two more unlucky people were added to this house—

George and Fred, who just graduated.

As happy as they were to see Jian Yu, as panicked they were to see Dumbledore.

"Hey, little snake, you are finally here, our joke shop - Principal Dumbledore?"

The two people who were caught off guard and frightened changed their voices. The natural blood suppression of students facing the principal made their eyes, which had just lit up, go out instantly, and the corners of their mouths that were raised were straightened in shock.

Although the light in their eyes went out, the flame in Dumbledore's eyes was ignited.

That was a kind of expectation for Hogwarts graduates. After all, the Weasley children were all well-behaved. Before the twins, there were Bill and Percy, two talents with 12 Os, and there was also Charlie, a graduate who was extremely talented in protecting magical creatures.

After being hit hard by the weird words and deeds of various graduates at Umbridge's house, he urgently needed the comfort of some outstanding graduates.

"George, Fred, you don't look too relaxed." He waved at the two of them with a smile, "Of course, I think for you, OWL and NEWT scores are not the only factors in evaluating the quality of education, so don't be too nervous."

The twins looked at each other, both with strange expressions on their faces.

"You can be frank, Headmaster Dumbledore." Fred wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. "We are not nervous. Have we passed any of our NEWT subjects? Anyway, there is a 99.99% chance that it is not Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

In protest against Umbridge, the twins chose to hand in fresh blanks in their Defense Against the Dark Arts exam.

"If we pass one of the subjects -" George tried hard to hold back the urge to high-five his brother and whistle in front of the headmaster, and the two said in unison, "That would be a great improvement! If we pass the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, we really have to give Umbridge two fireworks!"

The fire in Dumbledore's eyes died, and his smile faltered.

He fell into a strange silence, and for a moment even the topic of "12 Os" was forgotten.

Although he had known about the twins' joke shop business plan for a long time, he also expressed his blessing -

But as a principal, it was really difficult for him to say words of praise against his will when students were taking exams with great enthusiasm.

The atmosphere became cold for a moment, and Jian Yu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed for both parties.

"Fortunately, joke shops don't need NEWT scores," she changed the subject, "bringing happiness to everyone is the secret to success."

"...It's like this. Grades don't mean anything. Everyone has his own path." Dumbledore, who had the steps to go down, decided to give the two graduates some encouragement. "It is crucial for students to develop their innovative abilities and see the future direction early on."

He sighed slightly, took the letter and read it several times, trying to use the 12 O's to soothe his heart which was constantly shocked by the graduates.

The twins breathed a sigh of relief in unison and nodded randomly. Thinking they had passed the test in front of the principal, they winked at Jian Yu.

But unfortunately, there's one person in the house they can't fool each other about: their mother.

She was serving the feast that Kreacher had prepared to the table, but unfortunately she overheard the entire conversation and was filled with rage.

"Smiling and shameless!" Mrs. Weasley's eyes were spitting fire. She threw the dishes on the table fiercely and grabbed George and Fred's ears with both hands. "Is passing only one subject something to brag about? You could get an O in Defense Against the Dark Arts in the first two years, but you can't even pass it in the next two years - you are not ashamed but proud of it! You still have the nerve to say that you want to open a joke shop. Don't your joke products need to be cast with spells and drawn with magic patterns?"

Kreacher shuffled slowly, carrying a plate of fried spring rolls, and glanced at the twins casually, muttering:

"Miss Jane got 12 Os. If the young masters of the Black family had 12 Os, the hostess would have framed the report card on the wall..."

He succeeded in fanning the flames, and Mrs. Weasley's anger visibly rose again:

"12 O's, I can't even imagine it! That's 6 more than the number of doors you two have combined!"

Fred and George looked at each other and protested with a smile:

"To be honest, Mom, I think we should get an O in every class! We are already exceptional for being able to take the exam!"

The next second, the full plates in front of the twins flew into the air and landed in front of Jian Yu on the other side of the table.

"No eating! You better reflect on your actions!" Mrs. Weasley retracted her wand-waving hand and smiled at Jane Yu again, "Good boy, eat more. How long do you have to study to get 12 Os? I think you must be exhausted and need to replenish your body."

Looking at the irritable version of Mrs. Weasley who looked like a lit firecracker, Jane Yu felt that the only thing left on her face was an awkward but polite smile.

She glanced at Dumbledore, only to find that the expression on his face was exactly the same as hers.

She tried to comfort Mrs. Weasley, but she was clearly completely out of control:

"Oh, Jade, thank you, but they don't deserve your compliments. They're celebrating a passing grade... I've never seen such achievements and such shamelessness... Fred! George! Who allowed you two to sit at the table?"

Kreacher came over with another plate of sweet and sour chicken, and continued to mutter hoarsely:

"Kreacher has seen it in the newspaper. Miss Cissy, when faced with a son who is ignorant and crazy, she would hang him at the gate of the manor and beat him. If she were the mistress, she would be stricter than Miss Cissy... A good son is born under the stick..."

Mrs. Weasley took a deep breath. After hearing about the Malfoy family's way of educating their children, an inexplicable sense of competitiveness suddenly emerged from her heart. Her eyes fell on a broom in the corner of the living room:

"Fred! George! Come here! I have to teach you a lesson!"

She dragged the twins, whose faces turned pale and begged for mercy, one in each hand and walked away. In the distance, the sound of beatings and cries of pain could be heard.

If Draco, who was acting crazy at Malfoy Manor, knew about this, he would probably laugh out loud at the Weasleys' misfortune.

Jian Yu turned her head to look at Dumbledore, only to find that he had his head down, lost in some kind of entanglement and contemplation.

Thank God, he finally stopped dwelling on the topic of the 12 Os.

But not long after, he suddenly raised his head, as if talking to himself:

"Alas... the quality of teaching... dark magic defense... is getting worse and worse..."