Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

"This disc records the actual pharmaceutical manufacturing process in the Muggle world. We have used the latest magical technology to seal these precious memories so that students can learn intuitively through it."

He paused briefly, noticing a subtle flicker of curiosity in Snape's eyes, and continued:

"This booklet describes the technology used to create these discs. It was developed by the magic research team personally led by Headmaster Dumbledore. You can use this technology to accurately record your own exquisite potion-making process on a disc, and then play it back for your students. This way, you can not only save a lot of teaching time, but students can also watch it repeatedly and learn every detail of potion-making more accurately."

"However, the projector is not yet in the sales stage. Once the product is in normal production, I will send you a set as soon as possible." Douglas added.

Snape reached out and took the disc, with a mocking smile on his face.

"Humph, with all these fancy things of yours, how much use do you expect them to be?"

His voice was full of disdain, but his fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the disc.

Despite what he said, Snape still reached out and took the booklet from Douglas's hand.

He flipped through a few pages quickly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but soon returned to indifference.

Then, Snape turned around, closed the notes he was writing, and handed them to Douglas. With a hint of arrogance in his eyes, he said coldly:

"Here, don't think you know everything. Muggles' research in potions is much more in-depth than your so-called improved medicinal food."

Douglas took the notes and knew that although Snape was harsh in his words, he had actually become interested in these new things.

He said proudly with a hint of respect, "Thank you, Professor. I will definitely study hard."

"Well, I hope you can learn something from this." Snape turned around and continued fiddling with his crucible. "If you have nothing to do, go out and don't disturb me while I'm doing my experiment. I'll select someone to go over."

After Douglas left, Snape picked up the disc and booklet and examined them carefully once more. Although he was filled with doubt, he also felt a tinge of hope. Perhaps these seemingly fancy things could actually bring some new ideas to his teaching. With a soft sigh, he set them aside and continued to devote himself to his potion research.

As the exam month approaches like a ghost, the ancient and mysterious castle of Hogwarts seems to be under a confinement spell, tightly wrapped in an invisible and heavy atmosphere of tension.

The towering castle towers reach into the sky, looking even more solemn under the gloomy sky. The spires and flags also seem to be silent for the upcoming exams.

This sense of tension and suffocating solemnity spread wantonly across every inch of Hogwarts and seeped into every corner of the castle.

Fifth-year students are about to face the OWL (Ordinary Wizarding Level) exam, while seventh-year students will have to face the more rigorous NEWT (Final Wizarding Test).

These two exams, like two towering mountains, stand in the way of their magic learning. Their importance is self-evident.

Deep in the students' hearts, fear and expectation are intertwined.

At night, when the castle fell into silence, many people lay on their beds in the dormitory, staring at the ceiling, their thoughts running wild like wild horses.

They couldn't help but think of the scene described by Professor Holmes after failing the exam: the disappointed eyes of their parents, the whispers of their classmates, and the dark road ahead.

These thoughts were like cold tides, hitting their hearts wave after wave, and cold sweat soaked their pillows unknowingly.

How many people curse Professor Holmes as a devil in their dreams.

During the day, in order to dispel their inner anxiety, they forced themselves to concentrate and plunged into the busy review. However, the inner anxiety followed them like a shadow.

In the library, as they eagerly searched for knowledge points in the thick magic books, thoughts like "Can I really remember all this?" and "What if I get so nervous that my brain goes blank during the exam?" popped up in their minds from time to time.

The quill in his hand danced rapidly on the parchment, but he was still unsure in his heart. Every time he wrote a word, it seemed as if he was having a difficult battle with the fear in his heart.

The oppressive atmosphere in the study room was suffocating. Students huddled alone in corners, mumbling complex incantations, silently praying, "I must remember this. I must not make any mistakes on this incantation."

But the more they thought about it, the more their memory seemed to become unresponsive. It was as if the spells were deliberately against them, and they would slip away from their minds as soon as they remembered them.

Or they would ask each other questions in pairs, with a hint of trembling and anxiety in their voices. When the other person couldn't answer, they would panic in their hearts, because it meant that they might not have mastered the knowledge well enough either.

Some students were horrified to find that they had forgotten too many important knowledge points during their review. They all blamed it on the Dementors that roamed around the school last year. The fear brought by those terrifying creatures seemed to have really caused a gap in their memory.

Therefore, in order to make up for the loss of memory and to cope with the relevant content that might appear in the exam, they practiced the Patronus Charm frantically in the study room.

Because they found that under the Patronus Charm taught by Professor Holmes, the learning effect was more effective than Buffy's brain stimulant or dragon claw powder.

Chapter 331: Someone from the Ministry of Magic

The second to last Saturday before the exam.

Douglas had just walked out of the castle gate after touring the practical classrooms of each grade.

I saw two people from the Ministry of Magic. One of them was standing around the Demon-Slaying Tower in front of the castle, and he was pulling a classmate next to him to ask him to introduce it to him again.

Douglas looked over curiously and asked doubtfully:

"Um, the Wizarding Examinations Authority is here so early this year? Well, no."

One of the wizards, probably in his fifties, stood tall and straight, dressed in a spotless, crisp suit and tie. His short mustache, like a slide rule with a sense of its own, had been meticulously trimmed across his face, a neatness that would make even Tony, the barber, envious. His shoes were also perfectly polished.

If the other party had not appeared in Hogwarts, Douglas would even have thought that the other party should be a standard Muggle manager, dressed so authentically.

Although he had never dealt with this person before, Douglas recognized him at a glance as Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic. He had seen him in the Daily Prophet before.

The other party didn't care about the glances of the passing students, but urged his colleagues with a slightly impatient tone:

"Hurry up, Ludo, it's almost time for our appointment with Headmaster Dumbledore..."

Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, is a very active person.

Douglas did know him and had asked him for autographed books many times, and even tried to find him through Charlie in a roundabout way.

Ludo turned back to Crouch and said in a relaxed tone:

"Buddy, it's hard to believe. This is even more amazing than it looks in the newspapers. I've heard Bertha (Bertha Jorkins) talk about this building a lot, although she's not very smart..."

Crouch suddenly interrupted Ludo with a sharp voice:

"Shut up, Ludo! We have more important things to do today."

Ludo ignored Crouch's attitude, but opened his round eyes wide with excitement.

"Oh my god, a banana-loving flat-headed guy! Oh, no, I should call you Professor Holmes here."

As he said this, he ran towards Douglas and extended his hand enthusiastically.

Douglas politely extended his hand to shake hands.

"Chief Bagman, long time no see."

Douglas said with a smile, but his heart was full of doubts. Why did these two high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic suddenly appear in Hogwarts and have an appointment with Dumbledore?

Crouch stepped forward and nodded slightly. Although there was a polite smile on his face, his eyes revealed unquestionable majesty:

"Professor Holmes, I have long heard of your name. I am very busy with official business and I hope you will understand. Ludo, we should be leaving."

Douglas bowed slightly and responded:

"You're too polite, Director Crouch. I won't bother you two anymore."

After saying that, he stepped aside.

Seeing Crouch's serious look, Ludo could only say goodbye helplessly.

Douglas has been busy with school affairs in the past two years and almost forgot that Senior Tom still has a helper who has not come online yet.

It's just that this happened so long ago that he couldn't remember which high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic's son was a Death Eater.

After all, strictly speaking, that person's appearance time was very short, and he basically appeared as Alastor Moody.

When he first entered Hogwarts, he secretly investigated the identities and backgrounds of high-ranking officials at all levels of the Ministry of Magic, and found that many of them were consistent with the fact that his son was a Death Eater.

Because he was busy with student matters at the time, he did not investigate further.

After all, to go further, we need to explore the residences of these people.

Most of the high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic come from ancient pure-blood families, and each of them protects their own houses very strictly.

Douglas put the matter aside at that time.

However, during the investigation, he was deeply impressed by Crouch because he was the only high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic who personally sent his son to Azkaban.

Douglas looked at Crouch's back, then turned and walked towards Sirius' office.

Looking at Sirius sorting out the documents, Douglas said with a smile:

"It seems that you are in good spirits."

Since Sirius took office as the Dean of Academic Affairs, the Hogwarts professors were finally freed from the task of patrolling after curfew.

But now that there is a shortage of manpower, Sirius has to work hard.

But Sirius never got tired of it, except for occasionally looking at the large Marauder's Map in the office.

Most of the time, he used his Animagus state to legally wander around Hogwarts at night.

Sirius looked up and saw Douglas, a smile appeared on his face:

"It feels great, but it's a pity that Harry is not as good as James in this aspect. It's been so long. I basically haven't seen him come out at night. It's a bit boring!"

Douglas smiled in his heart. Harry dared to go out at night. In the past two years, he had tricked Harry many times when he went out at night. After all, the child had grown up and knew how to remember.

Douglas pulled up a chair and sat across from Sirius:

"I just ran into Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman outside..."

Before Douglas could finish his words, Sirius said proudly:

"I can guess what they're doing here. I have inside information, but it's related to next school year..."

After saying this, he looked at Douglas expectantly, waiting for him to ask the next question.

As a result, Douglas didn't respond at all and just took a sharp turn.

"I wanted to ask you about Crouch's son, Crouch Jr. I remember he was a Death Eater and was sentenced to Azkaban by Crouch himself. He died shortly after entering Azkaban."

Hearing Douglas' words, Sirius said in surprise:

"Barty Crouch's son is a Death Eater? No wonder Crouch wasn't elected Minister of Magic. But sending his own son to Azkaban does seem like something he would do. But you've really asked the wrong person about this. I don't have any impression of this person."

Douglas shrugged nonchalantly and said, "I have a little task for you."

Sirius stared at Douglas:

"Doug, are you human? I just took over the director's job, and now you have a new task for me? It's a small task. Tell me which task you gave me is small? You have so many gold galleons, why don't you hire someone else to work for you?"

Douglas snapped his fingers, and an empty teacup fell in front of Sirius. He then picked up the teapot, poured him a cup of tea, and said with a smile:

"Don't get excited, or I'll have to take you for vaccinations. It's really a small task for you. With your status, it must be easy to deal with those high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic?"

Sirius took a sip of tea and asked doubtfully:

"Related to Crouch? Do you suspect that he is also a Death Eater like his son? Doug, this is almost impossible. You may not know Crouch. He was very famous in that era..."

Chapter 332: Kill the Godson First

Time flies, and exam week is just two days away.

Sirius was also very busy. The staff of the Academic Affairs Office had not yet been fully staffed, and the first big event of the Academic Affairs Office was coming.

According to the requirements of the "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Final Examination Batch Examination System", he needs to divide Hogwarts students into two batches for the examination, except for the fifth and seventh grade students.

On Friday dinner of the final week, the dome of the Hogwarts Great Hall was ablaze with stars, complementing the flickering candlelight on the long table.

The students sat around the long table as usual, enjoying the food and chatting away. Of course, some of the top students still remembered to read a book in their hands.

Harry was eating a piece of pie with his head down when he was suddenly nudged by Ron next to him.

"Harry, look!"

Harry followed Ron's gaze and saw that the staff seats were already full without him noticing.

You should know that it is rare to see professors and faculty members in the auditorium at the same time for dinner.

He turned to look at Hermione and asked:

"Is anything happening tonight?"

Hermione said without looking up:

"Maybe they're preparing to take the exam in batches. I don't understand what happens if half of the students take the exam? What do the other half do? I asked the professors, and they all said they didn't know."

After saying this, he took his eyes off the book and raised his head.

"Why is he there?"

"Who?"

Several people followed their gaze and noticed that there was another person between Lupin and Hagrid.

Because of Hagrid's large size, the man was obscured by the shadows of the candlelight.

Harry looked confused.