Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

Without Douglas' control, the yeti could only move according to its set instincts and quickly jumped out of the swamp.

Without hesitation, he charged towards the twins.

The knight's snow gun kept firing, and many students were stunned when they were hit by snowballs.

Then he was knocked away by the snow monster.

Although the impact of the snow monster was not great, they had cleared the thick snow around them, leaving behind a muddy road.

In an instant, they turned into clay dolls.

At this time, a student wearing Ravenclaw uniform shouted:

"Water, attack it with water."

As he spoke, he cast the spell of clear water like a spring, and a stream of water rushed towards the snow monster.

This time, both the snowballs and the snow wall only resisted for a moment before being penetrated by the water flow.

It turned out that the Ravenclaw classmate noticed that the hind legs of the snow monster that had just fallen into the swamp were thinner than other parts of the body.

After seeing that it was effective, the other students picked up their wands, used every water spell they could think of, and flew towards the snow monster.

Even some first-year students couldn't use those spells.

He simply grabbed the mud on the ground and threw it at the snow monster.

A snowball fight almost turned into a mud fight.

This seemed to be something Douglas had not expected. He glanced at Filch, whose face was ashen, and then retreated cautiously back into the castle.

Shortly after Douglas left, the snow monster disintegrated.

The two rune tablets inside flew towards a Hufflepuff first-year student and a Ravenclaw third-year student respectively.

The people around felt distressed when they saw the first-year Hufflepuff pick up the wooden sign with his muddy hands.

They all felt that a good thing was being wasted.

But what can he do? Not only has Douglas stipulated that it is not allowed to rob, but more importantly, the other party is a Hufflepuff student.

Especially some students who are sensitive to time have estimated that there is less than ten minutes left for the wooden sign, and they immediately feel balanced.

Just when a group of people were thinking about continuing their snowball fight, they suddenly discovered that all the snow around them had been cleared away.

Unless you run into the Forbidden Forest or outside Hogwarts.

This made the students, who had worked hard to fight monsters for a long time and had their kills taken away, feel even more upset.

Little did they know that even worse was yet to come.

Mr. Filch stood at the door of the Great Hall, his face livid as he roared:

“You guys are covered in mud and water… you are dirty. I won’t allow you to enter the castle.

Hey, don't even think about escaping from somewhere else. I've been watching here for a long time, and I've memorized all of you.

Professor Holmes saw it just now.

Today, no one is allowed to enter the castle until you clean up yourselves and the water around you, or I will tell the professor..."

There is a surge of resentment among the students...

But Filch's next words made them even think that the other party was someone else in disguise.

"Today, I make an exception and allow you to use magic as you please, as long as you use magic to clear the paths of the castle, just like usual, and you can use magic to cleanse yourselves..."

Everyone looked at each other and carefully examined Filch.

But when I heard that the other party allowed me to use magic, it didn't matter anymore.

If you really force yourself to report it to the professor, it won't be a simple matter of waving a magic wand, but of waving a pen.

George asked curiously:

"Mr. Filch, do we have to drain the Black Lake too?"

Fred also said quickly:

"Yes, after all, Black Lake is also part of the castle area!"

The classmates around laughed.

Filch's face turned from livid to pitch black.

"Little guy, I will ask the principal to let you drain the water from the Black Lake..."

George and Fred waved their hands and said:

"Just kidding, just kidding. Let's get to work..."

After they all turned around and left.

Filch had a strange smile on his face.

He had previously heard Douglas mention in a casual chat that the little wizard had limited magical power.

Because the frequency of the spells they usually use is limited, almost no one notices this problem.

However, once they exceed their magic limit, they will feel exhausted and their bodies will be hollowed out. If this happens too many times, they may even develop a dislike for magic.

Filch muttered softly:

"Don't you like to use magic at will? Then let you use it as much as you want at once."

Coupled with that evil smile, the surrounding students took a detour.

What he didn't know was that Douglas didn't tell him that magic was also related to emotions. When emotions fluctuated greatly, new magic would be generated quickly.

Moreover, even for young wizards, the upper limit of their magic power is not low. At least it is difficult to exhaust their magic power with the spells they are currently using.

These are the results that Douglas had personally tested.

During the evening detention time, George and Fred appeared in front of Douglas in high spirits.

They avoided other students and secretly asked if they could have access to that kind of magic props if they joined Douglas' research group in the future.

Douglas simply said:

"I'll tell you when your grades meet the requirements."

After sending the students away at nine o'clock.

After waiting for a while, Douglas took out a box of Coke he brought from the Muggle world and put it into his bag.

Then head towards the Astronomy Tower.

With Dumbledore's reply, Douglas was not worried at all about the lack of food at the party.

On the way, he also met Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout.

Professor Sprout complained:

"Honestly, if Aurora (Astronomy Professor Aurora Sinistra) hadn't told me we were going to have hot pot, I wouldn't have wanted to climb such steep stairs so late at night!"

The Astronomy Tower is the tallest tower in Hogwarts Castle, and to get there you need to climb a very steep spiral staircase.

Professor McGonagall shrugged.

"It's not because of the hot pot, it's just that we haven't gotten together in a while."

What could Douglas say? He could only say that the two bosses were right.

Chapter 119 Exam Week

When the three of them arrived at the astronomy tower.

The first thing that caught the eye was a large copper crucible, with the Gublai fairy fire under the pot swaying in a small range with the wind.

Several professors had already arrived, and when Professor Sinistra saw the three people, he hurried over to greet them.

"Minerva, Pomona, and Douglas welcome you."

Then he whispered to Douglas:

"Thank you for inviting Albus here, otherwise our food today wouldn't be so rich!"

After saying that, he winked at Douglas happily.

Douglas walked over to the hot pot and greeted each professor. Besides Dumbledore and the other three professors, there was also Bathsheba Barbling, the Ancient Runes professor; Filius Flitwick, the Charms professor; Charity Burbage, the Muggle Studies professor; and Setima Vector, the Arithmancy teacher.

Douglas discovered that there was a small four-layer shelf in front of each seat, with a lot of dishes already placed on it.

He took out the Coke he had prepared.

Professor Charity Burbage of Muggle Studies immediately recognized this Muggle drink:

“Oh, Merlin’s beard is actually made of Coke.

This is a Muggle drink, much like champagne, in that it is a bubbly drink.

But the taste is licorice, which is not found in other champagnes, and it has no alcohol content.

I didn’t expect that Professor Holmes would bring him into the wizarding world.”

Professor Bubaji was not Douglas's professor during his student days, so their relationship was more distant than that with other professors.

Douglas distributed Coke to the professors and said:

"Professor Bubaji is right. The most important thing is that Coke is sweet..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore said "oh".

Then the Coke bottle cap disappeared, and Dumbledore poured the entire bottle of Coke directly into his mouth.

Then, he burped loudly.

“Burp! It tastes really good, like syrup, but the sweetness is not that strong.

But the aftereffect is indeed much stronger than champagne...

But in terms of taste, it’s actually pretty similar to pumpkin soda…”

Professor Sprout took a sip of Coke and opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.

She felt that Dumbledore had finished speaking for her.

Douglas raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a bottle of Coke flew towards Dumbledore again.

He also encouraged everyone to try Coke first.

However, compared to Dumbledore's roughness, the female professors seemed much more elegant and poured Coke into the wine glasses.

Then savor it slowly.

Seeing that everyone was drinking Coke, Douglas didn't touch a sip.

He put the thinly sliced ​​dragon meat beside him into the hot pot and started to simmer it.

Of course, not every professor is very good at using chopsticks.

Not to mention Professor Flitwick.

When Douglas started eating hot pot, he saw a lot of meat slices flying out of the plate next to the professor and falling into the hot pot.

This process does not affect their drinking of Coke at all.

Arithmetic Divination teacher Setima Victor mixed nettle wine and cola, took a sip, and found it quite good.

I quickly recommended it to my colleague next to me.

Douglas calculated the time and took the dragon meat out of the hot pot with chopsticks. Because Dumbledore was present, he was worried that the previous incident would happen again, so his hand never left the chopsticks.

Just as he picked up the chopsticks, Dumbledore used hand speed that was inconsistent with his age to fish out a piece of meat from the pot.

Then I saw the other meat in the pot fly out and land in the bowls in front of the professors...

Compared to the hustle and bustle in the Astronomy Tower, the common rooms of the four major colleges are also very lively.

In the common room, everyone was holding their lessons and test papers, reciting them chatteringly.

The sixth and seventh graders were not idle either. While doing their homework, they were telling the younger students around them some little magic tricks.

Even among Slytherins, class conflicts were barely noticeable in this atmosphere.

Even senior students take the initiative to supervise those junior students who are not preparing for the exam well.