Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

For example, if you get up two or three hours earlier in the morning, start memorizing at six o'clock, and memorize until eight o'clock, doesn't that mean you have two hours longer than others?

After class in the afternoon, I finish the day’s homework early and then memorize it until midnight.

Does this add another five or six hours?

Doesn’t that add up to a whole day’s study time?

Look, you have one more day to study than others. If you accumulate a little bit, it will add up to a lot. Can’t one school year be equivalent to two school years?

And think of Fred and George, who now have to memorize and recite their lessons every night.

And you only need to come here on weekend nights to recite, isn't that much happier?"

Harry said happily, "I've memorized the first lesson of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I've already started memorizing the second lesson. Professor, can I recite it one lesson at a time?"

Douglas nodded. "Of course! As long as you don't write it down word for word, anything else is fine!"

Harry and Ron were stunned when they heard this. When they compared themselves with George and Fred, they suddenly felt much happier.

Hermione and Hagrid watched from the side, shaking their heads and casting pitying glances at the two men.

Finally, Douglas returned to the castle with the three little ones.

On the way, Ron said happily and confidently:

"Harry, I think we'll finish detention before George and Fred do, and then we'll have a good laugh at them!"

Harry glanced at Douglas and whispered:

"They only memorize one subject, but we have to memorize four."

Ron looked at Harry in surprise, then pointed at Hermione and said:

"But we have Hermione. She's so smart, she must have some way of memorizing things that we don't know about. Otherwise, how could she have memorized all the subjects before school started?"

Harry's eyes lit up.

When passing by the Quidditch pitch, Douglas saw the Ravenclaw team practicing on the pitch.

Curiously asked Harry:

"Didn't you have Quidditch practice today?

I didn’t see Wood in the practical class classroom this morning!"

Ron stood up with an angry look on his face and explained that they had only talked about the Malfoy swearing incident before.

I forgot to mention the cause of the incident.

After listening, Douglas touched his chin:

"So, Lucius Malfoy's father sponsored a batch of Nimbus 2001s for Slytherin, and you're still using the Sweep Five Stars?"

Ron said unconvincedly:

"In fact, while others used the Sweep Five Stars, Harry used the Nimbus 2000.

Humph! Quidditch is about skill, not the type of broom."

Hermione also snorted coldly, and said in a somewhat sharp voice: "At least no member of the Gryffindor team needs to pay to join the team. They get in completely based on their own ability."

Ron patted Hermione's shoulder, pointed at Harry and said proudly:

"Don't worry, Hermione, Harry will make the Malfoy family's sponsorship a joke!"

Douglas couldn't help but smack his lips. Although he had a good talent for flying, he really didn't have the sports passion of young people at that time.

Because of this, he didn't pay much attention to his own college's team.

Anyway, as far as I can remember, Hufflepuff has never won the house cup.

"Harry, do you know how much a Nimbus 2001 costs?"

Before Harry could reply, Ron said quickly:

"2000 Galleons! I saw it in the window before.

Professor, are you also planning to sponsor Nimbus 2001 to the school?

Haha~ Then everyone will be on par with the Slytherin team.

I think Malfoy will be very happy when he finds out!"

When Douglas heard that it was only two thousand Galleons, he thought it was not expensive. With his current wealth, he could easily buy seven.

"Oh!"

"Ouch!"

Douglas gave Ron a head bang!

"I'm a Hufflepuff, Hufflepuffs know that?

If I have to give a gift, it should be to Hufflepuff.

Is it a Weasley family trait that they always try to lure people into Gryffindor?

And I didn't say I would definitely sponsor you. Two thousand Galleons is a lot of money, and the Malfoy family is indeed rich.

You are not allowed to spread rumors about me, otherwise everyone will think that I want to sponsor you but you don’t.

I believe your confinement will be extended indefinitely!"

Although Douglas said this, he had already made up his mind that he would definitely sponsor.

I have to discuss this matter with Professor Sprout. Maybe I can be awarded the title of best honorary alumnus or something.

After all, Hufflepuff’s most famous alumnus in recent years is Newt Scamander, the author of the textbook "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

After returning to the castle, Douglas asked Hermione to go back and watch Harry memorize the text.

He took Ron to Professor McGonagall's office.

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting behind the desk, adjusted her glasses and asked Douglas:

"Professor Holmes, may I ask what you did to Mr. Creevy?

Why did I see him running back in a panic, and when he mentioned you, he seemed even more panicked? "

Douglas widened his eyes and said doubtfully:

"Professor McGonagall, I didn't do anything. It was Harry who frightened the child in Hagrid's Hut..."

Ron was here just now, if you don’t believe me, just ask…”

As soon as he finished speaking, Douglas felt something was wrong. He was not a student anymore, so why should he be afraid of Professor McGonagall?

I was just about to straighten my chest and hold my head high, but suddenly realized that the other person is now my leader, and I am still an intern. Well, I have to be timid.

Then he gave Professor McGonagall a wry smile.

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, ignored Douglas, and said to Ron seriously:

"It seems Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter already know what detention is?"

Ron nodded. "Professor, don't worry. Harry and I will definitely surpass George and Fred and finish memorizing the entire content early."

Professor McGonagall was very surprised at Ron's confidence, but she did not discourage this rare confidence.

Although it was a bit blind, at least the Gryffindor spirit was not lost. They faced the challenges head-on and their courage was commendable.

Douglas said quickly:

"Professor McGonagall, I'd like to request permission to go to the fireplace in Diagon Alley.

You know, Mr. Weasley's wand was damaged in that incident.

While I was repairing it, something went wrong, and the wand fell apart...

So... you see?"

Professor McGonagall snorted coldly:

"Come back in an hour. I need to send a letter to the Ministry of Magic's Floo Network Department!"

Chapter 43: The Staff Maker

When Douglas and Ron emerged from the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron.

Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, greeted Douglas warmly.

"Hey, Professor Holmes, ahaha! How about a free glass of mead? It's my treat!

Oh, and there's a little Weasley!"

Douglas shrugged regretfully and said helplessly:

"You know, Professor McGonagall only gave me an hour. If I delay drinking, I don't know what the consequences will be!"

Old, toothless Tom sneered at Douglas.

"Haha, you're already a professor, but you're afraid of Minerva McGonagall.

Haha, coward! "

Douglas snorted in disdain, but still held back his words. After all, there was a little Gryffindor with a big mouth next to him.

He lowered his head and said to Ron:

"Hold on to my clothes and don't get lost!"

Ron took a deep breath and pointed silently at himself.

Douglas walked towards the backyard of the bar and said:

"Don't doubt it, it's you. I don't want to lose you when I come out.

If you don't do it, I have a very interesting rope art spell, would you like to try it? "

Well, Ron finally understood why Douglas and Bill became good friends.

Sometimes the things they do always seem so out of place, but of course you might think they are cool.

The two of them quickly crossed the street and headed straight for Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Douglas was not at all worried about meeting his dear senior and his demanding editor, Mr. Slane.

After all, today is Saturday.

But when he passed by Florin Fusco's ice cream shop, he was surprised to see his dear editor, holding the hand of a little girl about seven or eight years old, buying ice cream.

Douglas recognized at a glance that the little girl was Slaine's daughter.

Seeing this, Douglas walked faster.

This editor has become less and less lovable since I graduated.

Ollivander's Wand Shop is small and shabby compared to other shops in Diagon Alley. The gold sign on the door has peeled off, and it reads: "Ollivander's: Making Fine Wands Since 382 BC".

Compared to the summer vacation, Ollivander's Wand Shop is usually much quieter.

After stepping into the wand shop, there was a tinkling sound of bells.

Ollivander sauntered onto the counter.

Ron had never been to a wand shop before and seemed very curious about everything there.

Gently tugging at the corner of Douglas's clothes, Ron asked in a low voice:

"Professor, are all those boxes wands?"

At this time, a soft voice came from behind the counter:

“Of course, yes, they are wands.

Good afternoon, Professor Holmes. Grapevine wood, 11 inches, Augurey tail feathers.

I knew then that you would have lofty aspirations, great vision, and do things in the future that would shock your friends who thought they knew you.

Haha, after all, no one would have thought that you would become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

Of course, ever since you brought that elderberry that was struck by lightning and still had life, and made it into a wand with thunderbird feathers, I guessed you would definitely take up this position. After all, a wand that cannot use dark magic is obviously very suitable..."

Douglas sneered:

"Haha, I didn't expect that the famous wand maker Ollivander would actually learn false advertising."