Chapter 42: The Worrying Teaching Level At Hogwarts (Please Give Me Flowers And Votes!)
Eating melon is always the second driving force in solving human procrastination.
The first is ghs.
With a loud roar, the entire Hufflepuff dormitory stirred up, and everyone rushed out. There were even a few little wizards who came out in their pajamas.
At this time, Hufflepuff's advantage was once again reflected. They lived in the basement, and the auditorium was just above. It didn't take long to reach the battlefield.
There were many people gathered together in the auditorium, and Wayne found a gap and squeezed in.
There was a lively fight inside, Malfoy and Harry rolled into a ball, and their wands fell to the ground casually, but no one paid attention to them.
Wayne discovered that there was nothing wrong with Toby's use of adjectives. Aren't the two of them in a perfect relationship?
Harry 'stroked' Malfoy's hair and Malfoy 'pinched' his ears.
He also sent a cordial greeting to the other party.
Brother Drag's two young followers, Crabbe and Goyle, wanted to help, but were stopped by other Gryffindor students and severely reprimanded.
"What do you want to do! This is a sacred duel!"
"Is the glory of a pure-blood family to bully the minority with more?"
The two of them together were only about the same size as the troll. They thought it made sense when they heard it, and they actually stopped helping. Like other little snakes and little lions, they were there to cheer for their boss.
Finally, Professor McGonagall arrived, and the little wizards gathered around him immediately dispersed and hid away to watch the excitement.
After seeing this shocking scene, Professor McGonagall almost fainted.
"Potter! Malfoy!"
"Let me go!"
At this time, the two finally reluctantly let go of each other, but their eyes were still looking at each other lovingly, and they were also having a heated exchange with the women in each other's family tree.
"How dare you!" McGonagall was like an angry lion at this time, and Harry and Malfoy lowered their heads tremblingly.
"This is only the second week of school! You guys are actually fighting in the auditorium in front of so many people!"
"Points deducted! Thirty points for each college!"
"Stand in solitary confinement!"
Ronald couldn't help but defend Harry: "Professor, it's Malfoy..."
"I didn't ask you, Mr. Weasley, no reason is an excuse for them to fight in public!"
McGonagall silenced Ronald with one look.
At this moment, Snape received the news and rushed over. His expression was so gloomy that he could drip water, and he looked at Malfoy angrily.
If the person fighting Potter was not a student from his own academy, he would torture Potter to death in this round.
"Come to my office at seven o'clock in the evening to dispose of the toad's body. When will it be done and when will the confinement end?"
Snape decided on the confinement and Professor McGonagall did not object.
Seeing that the excitement was over, everyone dispersed and Wayne found Hermione.
"What's going on? Why did they fight?"
The little witch shook her head, "I don't know. I was in the library and ran here with someone else."
It seems that even a top student cannot avoid being curious.
Just in time, the twins came over laughing and said after asking for information from Ronald:
"We know that Malfoy thought that Harry had been expelled, so he taunted Harry crazily, and called him Scarhead. They started arguing after another."
"That's all?" Wayne curled his lips. He thought there would be some big news.
...
"It's finally over...it's been a nightmare."
On Friday afternoon, after two potions lessons, Toby looked like he was going to survive.
Just now in class, he was scolded by Snape because he threw Hu Meizi's feces directly into the crucible without disposing of it. Snape also deducted five points.
Seeing that the house score difference between Hufflepuff and Slytherin had reached 80 points, Snape also began to increase his efforts.
If the medicinal materials are put in at the wrong time, points will be deducted.
If the crucible temperature is not enough, points will be deducted.
Points will be deducted for failure to clean the workbench.
After one class, Hufflepuff lost more than ten points.
"Why doesn't Dean Sprout favor us?" Hannah, who was walking beside Wayne, asked with some confusion.
"That's enough partiality." Susan Bones reminded in a low voice: "Every weekend, Professor Sprout will find people to help in the greenhouse, and most of them are people from our college."
"I usually add a few points."
"Extra points are not enough." Hannah hummed wisely: "We should learn from Professor Snape and deduct all the points from other colleges. Then we will be number one."
Wayne glanced at her.
Girl, you have the potential to be an assassin.
The little badger and the little eagles left the castle and came to the lawn to prepare for flying lessons.
Even though Neville broke his wrist yesterday, it didn't affect everyone's enthusiasm at all.
No one thinks that they are dumber than Navi. Except in the herbal medicine class, most people can't see that Navi has the potential to be a wizard.
Everyone didn't have to wait long before Mrs. Hooch arrived, using her wand to control several large frames to float behind her, filled with broomsticks.
Her expression was extremely serious, and it seemed that she was quite frightened by yesterday's farce.
The teaching staff at Hogwarts can really be described as mixed, with good teachers such as Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, and Professor Flitwick.
There are also potion masters like Snape, who is extremely professional but has a mouth like a poisonous snake.
There is also a teacher like Trelawney, who is basically a useless teacher except when he is using his skills.
It can only be described as a chaotic dance of demons.
Apparently Mrs. Hooch is not a qualified teacher either.
Facing the students who flew into the sky without permission, all she could do was yell, and then wait for them to fall to death and send them to the infirmary for treatment.
At this level, he can only be a referee.
But today Mrs. Hooch has clearly learned her lesson.
The same steps as before, let the little wizard call for the broom and wait for the broom to jump into his hand.
Wayne succeeded in just one attempt, while others jumped on their brooms and rolled on the ground.
If you shout a few more times, the broom will pat them impatiently.
It took more than ten minutes for everyone to hold it in their hands.
Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Hooch asked everyone to put down their brooms and start coaching one by one.
Although it is slow, at least it is much safer.
What reassured her was that everyone's talents were generally poor, but there were no signs of losing control.
Finally, it's Wayne's turn.