Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

"That's because basically no one is willing to teach this course right now."

Douglas looked at the unconvinced expressions and sighed.

"You are the ones who dream of becoming Aurors,

Don't you have any doubts about Quirinus's performance?"

Seeing everyone's puzzled expressions, Douglas shrugged:

"Well, unfortunately, you missed the class with a master of the dark arts."

Douglas did not explain much about Quirrell.

After all, the version that has been circulating in the school is the story of the three little ones fighting Quirrell.

Basically no one knows what's going on behind Voldemort's back.

But his tone and expression still made the seventh-grade students present wonder if they had really lost five million gold Galleons.

“Let’s get back to the point.

In the coming year of study, what I want to do is not to let you be satisfied with just getting a good score in the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam.

It's a must! Everyone! Excellence!

This means that you must work very hard in the next year to make up for the courses you missed in sixth grade.

So this semester, I will adopt a new model and provide you with special exercises."

Douglas waved his hand lightly, and a stack of parchment scrolls six feet long fell in front of everyone.

"This is my summary of all the written content and spells related to Defense Against the Dark Arts in all the exams over the past five years.

I'll give you one month to memorize all the written test content and learn all the spells used in the exam.

If you don't know the content of the written test, you can go to the library to look it up. You can come to me to sign the note in the restricted book area at any time.

As for spells, you are welcome to ask me anytime.

One month later, we will start the weekly test mode.

In other words, every week of the seventh grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class one month from now will be a mock exam.

I will randomly select spells and test papers for you to take the test on.

Until the end of the semester, if anyone fails to achieve excellent results in the mock exams for ten consecutive times.

Just don’t take the...t. exam, so as not to embarrass me!

Do you have any other questions?

Everyone took the six-foot-long test paper with frowns on their faces.

Hearing Douglas's question, Nott took a deep breath and said:

"Professor, there is another problem. I am afraid we will not have time to look after and maintain the practical class classrooms.

Of course, it's not because we have to prepare for the weekly test. We also know that maintaining the spells and creatures in the practical class classroom is helpful for our Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

Mainly...mainly..."

Having said this, Nott glanced at the other students.

When the other students saw Nott looking at them, they quickly lowered their heads to look at the test papers in their hands, as if to say, "We are going to take the test, don't disturb us."

Nott snorted inwardly. They had agreed to discuss this issue together.

How come in the end it became my problem alone?

Alas, it’s not easy to offend our own dean.

Douglas said dissatisfiedly:

"If you have something to say, just say it directly. It's not nice to be so coy."

Nott coughed lightly:

"Professor Holmes, Dean Snape spoke to us before we came.

He wanted us to take turns as teaching assistants in his classes.

You know, we already take turns to take care of the practical classes, if we take turns again.

There are frequent conflicts in time, and many times, we cannot take care of the practical class classroom.

Of course, I had already mentioned this to Dean Snape at the time.

But he said if you have any questions, you can go to him..."

Of course, Nott didn't dare tell Douglas what Snape said.

"How could a guy who only knows how to make hot pot in a crucible know the beauty and magic of potions?

Following him, he'll just be waving his magic wand foolishly!"

After Nott finished speaking, he subconsciously shrank back.

When Douglas heard this, he thought, is this just shooting himself in the foot?

Mainly, when he made this suggestion,

I indeed forgot that to apply to become an Auror in the Ministry of Magic, one needs to obtain "excellent" or "good" grades in at least five...t. exams.

Chief among these are Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Charms and Potions.

Therefore, most of the seventh-year students who could take classes with him chose Potions.

However, he had no intention of having seventh graders guard the practical class classroom all the time.

“It’s okay, in the practical class classroom, you can take turns to check one person every day.

Starting next week, practical class classrooms will not be open to students during the week and will only be open for two hours on weekends.

When I teach, I tell them that each person can only go in once a week.

Mr. Nott, you will be responsible for the specific personnel adjustments!"

Seeing Douglas give in, the other students who were looking down at their test papers couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

They were really afraid that if the two professors didn't want to give in to each other, they would be the ones who would suffer.

Long live Professor Holmes!

But they won't know.

What a Pandora's box this man had opened at Hogwarts.

Chapter 47 Sound Transmission Spell

Just left seventh grade.

The door to Douglas's office rang again.

This time it was George, Fred, Ron, and Harry.

"Professor, let's recite the text!"

Douglas didn't even put down his teacup, but waved his left hand lightly.

On the desk, there were four notebooks and some exquisite-looking feather pens.

"George and Fred, continue with yesterday's dictation.

Harry and Ron, those two blank notebooks are for you.

The quill pen is special. It will mark your mistakes when you write them. Don't worry about it."

After Douglas finished speaking, the four people said thank you and walked away quickly.

After George and Fred sat down, they even adjusted the ink bottle on the table.

When George was sure he could see Douglas behind him over the inkwell, he winked at Fred.

Harry and Ron were puzzled when they saw this scene.

But they soon discovered that words began to appear on the cuffs of George and Fred.

Ron mouthed to Harry in surprise, "Cheat sheet sleeves!"

When Harry saw this, he cautiously turned his head to glance at Douglas, who was drinking tea and reading parchment.

I found that he didn't notice this side.

George and Fred obviously noticed the two men's little movements.

It was obvious that they were prepared and winked at the two of them.

He mouthed to the two of them:

"Two big dung eggs, keep quiet!"

Harry thought about it and didn't say anything. It's not that he was attracted to the dung egg, but he didn't want to be a student who told tales.

So he pretended not to see and lowered his head to write down his own things.

Ron's mind was a little active, and he lip-synced and said:

"Lend it to me next time, or I'll tell Mom!"

George and Fred looked at each other helplessly.

He nodded silently.

ten minutes later.

Harry rubbed his sore hands.

When I looked up, I saw Ron with a sad face, staring blankly at the notebook.

If he could see Ron's notebook, he would have noticed that it was filled with mislabeled notes.

Of course, Harry saw quite a few mistakes in his notebook.

But he always remembered what Hermione told him before coming here, that if there was anything he really couldn't remember, he could skip it.

After writing it down once, you will be able to recite it quickly when you come back.

At this point, Fred and George poked each other in the arm.

Finally, Fred stood up helplessly and walked up to Douglas with what he had written down.

"Professor, I wrote down a part of it first. Can you take a look at it?"

Douglas said without looking up:

"Not enough, keep going!"

Fred walked obediently back to his desk.

Then he looked at George and winked.

The two of them started cheating again.

Harry and Ron didn't understand what the two men meant.

But thinking that they had both been here once before, Ron also learned it well.

He picked up his notebook full of marks and walked over to Douglas.

"Professor, I wrote down a part of it first. Can you take a look at it?"

Douglas glanced over his shoulder at the notebook filled with questions.

He looked up at Ron again, took out "Dark Power: A Guide to Self-Defense" and handed it to Ron, saying helplessly:

"Don't try to memorize it yet, it's just a waste of ink.

I really don't know how tolerant Miss Granger is of you.

First, take the textbook and memorize the content you are going to write down."

After saying this, he ignored Ron, whose face was flushed, and said to Harry, who was sitting on pins and needles:

"Mr. Potter, please don't sit down.

Bring me what you wrote first so I can take a look."