The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Well, I have seen living Bodhisattvas many times, but this is the first time I have seen the living King of Hell.

In order to prevent Ron from suffering secondary psychological trauma, Loren interrupted the conversation between the two: "Since it is the effect of a curse, it may be useful to use the curse to stop."

Taking out his wand, Loren cast a few curses on Ron's stomach.

Everyone sitting around him came over and looked at Ron's belly curiously.

For a few seconds, Ron felt like he was some exotic animal being watched. He looked blankly at the people around him, and then at the slugs in the iron bucket. After hesitating for a while, another slug came out.

But compared to the other slugs in the bucket, this one is much smaller.

It would be nice if it worked, at least Ron wouldn't have to be a desperate slug mother all the time. The crowd of people watching relaxed and began to enjoy the refreshments provided by Hagrid.

"What's Marcus' bracelet that can bounce back spells?" Harry put a piece of Hagrid's homemade syrup toffee into his mouth. Before he could finish speaking, his teeth were stuck to the toffee. Together.

Fortunately, Ginny listened carefully and already understood what he wanted to ask: "Pure-blood families always have some protective equipment, and bracelets that can deflect curses are not uncommon. He should really learn some of his mother's charms, bracelets But I can’t help it…”

The words that followed were vague. Ginny quietly raised her eyes and glanced at Harry, who was grinning and looking ferocious as he competed with toffee. She smiled softly and did not expand on this topic too much.

She didn't want to reveal that she wanted to learn the bat-spirit charm, and that she wanted to imitate the shattering of bones that her mother was good at. It didn't sound like a lady.

Loren looked at Harry with a distorted face and found it interesting. He reached out and touched a piece of syrup toffee in his hand, his eyes rolling in his eye sockets.

"You can't defend against a curse that is too powerful," Loren said about the bracelet, turning his head to look at Hermione casually, "Do you think this is a bit like the Iron Armor Curse?"

Hermione's thoughts were guided, she nodded unconsciously and opened her mouth: "It can bounce back - ugh!!!"

The moment she opened her mouth, Loren stuffed the toffee into Hermione's mouth and covered her mouth, allowing the syrup to melt quickly. Hermione's teeth were stuck together with syrup, and she could only make a whimpering sound.

She looked at Loren in disbelief, her eyes widened, and it was difficult to accept this shocking fact.

The people around him were replaying what had just happened in their minds, and their minds were still a little down. Their stunned expressions showed that they were also shocked at this time.

Hermione stood up immediately, her pretty little face flushed, and her fists clenched. She couldn't bear it anymore, and she must teach this man a lesson today.

"It's a joke! It's just a joke!" Loren stood up and ran. When he saw the toffee sticking to his teeth, he was suddenly fascinated by the bad taste and couldn't control his behavior.

Apparition training had not yet begun, and recalling Hermione's enhanced physical fitness and the contents of the evil Krav Maga book, he quickly jumped out of Hagrid's hut and ran towards the castle.

Hermione couldn't care less, and quickly followed out, sealing her lips tightly to prevent drool from flowing out, and screamed to chase Loren.

Harry and Ron watched them run out. For some reason, they felt as if something had been stuffed in their mouths. I obviously didn't eat anything, but I was a little full.

"It's so full of energy!" Hagrid came back to his senses and smiled, "Let's not stay in the house anymore. Let's go and take you to see the pumpkins I grew."

…

The locker room next to the Quidditch pitch.

After finishing his first Quidditch training, Draco took off his sweat-soaked team robe and put on Slytherin's magic robe.

Although the way he entered the team was a bit backdoor, Draco didn't think he was weaker than Harry. Since he could be a seeker, of course he could too.

Today's training also proved this, Draco was in a very happy mood.

Crabbe walked in from the door, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes, and asked in a strange tone: "You stole the show today, you must be very proud, right?"

Hearing these words, goosebumps appeared on the back of Draco's neck unconsciously. He frowned and looked at Crabbe. Crabbe today always gave him a strong sense of discomfort.

There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.

Thinking about what his father said during the holiday, Draco's expression changed and he said: "If you also want to join the team, I can let you train with the team. During the selection next year, you can join the team directly. "

Crabbe's mouth opened into a horrifying smile, and the corners of his mouth almost split open: "Is this your charity? Mr. Malfoy?"

This guy is definitely not normal.

In an instant, many images flashed through Draco's mind, including the conversation between the centaur and Potter, his father's scolding of old Crabbe, and the news that happened during the holidays.

There seemed to be a vague thread connecting these things, but Draco couldn't figure it out.

Perhaps it was a talent that was inherited from the Malfoy family. Dracofort calmed down as if he had a heart. He turned to adjust his team robes and naturally avoided Crabbe's eyes: "Why do you say that?"

"Of course it's because you, a pure-blood family, got mixed up with those Muggles and half-bloods. I thought you abandoned us pure-blood followers." Crabbe's eyes were full of violence and ferociousness.

Draco tried hard to recall his past arrogance and admiration for pure blood, and acted like himself a year ago: "I saw that Harry Potter was somewhat famous and was also a pure blood, so I said a few words to him. .”

"It's disgusting that he's hanging out with mudbloods now."

Crabbe stood at the door with a gloomy expression, as if he was not sure what to do with Draco.

Putting the team robe into his backpack, Draco took the bag and walked out of the locker room naturally. When passing by Crabbe, he glanced at him with a look of pride and disgust: "This time next week, call Goyle too. Come here, I will take you to Quidditch training together."

Watching Draco gradually walk away, Crabbe was a little confused, but he was a little moved by the proposal of joining Quidditch.

The magic robe attached to his body was rustling, and a thin red-striped snake emerged from the collar.

Compared with the changes that had occurred in Crabbe these days, Voldemort was in a very happy mood. He went from having no brains to learning how to think, from being simple and ruthless to being vicious. This effect was completely in line with his expectations.

The idea of ​​using living creatures to create Horcruxes is right, but the containers need to be properly modified. The situation seems to be good at the moment, and all that's left is to split another soul.

With the previous experience in making Horcruxes, he had long thought of making Horcruxes out of living creatures, or even humans, but he had never been able to do so.

In fact, Voldemort did not want Crabbe to be the first living Horcrux. How could a vulgar, simple-minded young wizard be worthy of his soul fragments.

If given the chance, he would like to find a better container...

Corridor outside Professor Transfiguration's office at night.

Hermione walked in front, jumping up and down, humming Muggle pop music tunes in her mouth, her tongue occasionally swiping across her teeth, and she could still taste a sweet taste of sugar.

Although there was a burning sensation and slight pain somewhere in her thigh, overall, the little witch was in a very happy mood.

Loren walked behind, pressing the right side of his neck with one hand, and screaming in pain from time to time.

"If you pinch my neck with your scissors next time, I won't let go." He said bitterly.

"Hmph, who asked you to tease me?" Hermione raised her fair and smooth chin, not threatened at all, "By the way, did Professor McGonagall tell us what to do?"

"Won't you know when you go in?" Loren knocked on the office door.

"Please come in."

The two pushed the door open and saw Professor McGonagall grading homework. This is the job of a professor: prepare lesson plans, give lectures, assign homework, correct homework, and then repeat, repeat, and repeat.

Because Dumbledore has been fishing for a long time, as the vice-principal of Hogwarts, McGonagall still needs to do a lot more administrative work. Professor McGonagall occasionally thinks about the future. When she takes over as principal, she will squeeze the next vice principal hard.

"It's the same time as I expected." Seeing the two of them, Professor McGonagall put the quill for marking the homework back into the ink bottle, got up and walked out of the desk and led the two of them to the cubicle in the office.

Almost every professor's office has partitions that serve as lounges, but Snape was a bit special and converted the partitions into storage rooms and laboratories.

Professor McGonagall's compartment was very warmly decorated. She stayed in the castle most of the time and could not return to the villa in Hogsmeade several times a year.

There is an orange sofa in the room. Under the light, the whole room is warm and bright. There are some small wooden houses hanging on the wall, cushions stuffed with cotton are placed in the corners, and empty cardboard boxes are next to them.

Loren's eyes moved around the room, and he couldn't help but look at Professor McGonagall in a strange way. Professor Maomao’s little quirk is exposed...

Placing the apple juice on the tray in front of the two of them, Professor McGonagall sat across from them: "I want to tell you something."

Loren and Hermione held the cups, curiously waiting for Professor McGonagall's next words.

"There are seven grades in Hogwarts, and each grade is divided into four houses. At most two houses can attend classes together at a time. Faced with seven grades, the professors are a little overwhelmed."

Loren once noticed this situation. For example, major courses such as Charms and Transfiguration are taught together in two colleges. There are two to three major classes per week. One grade has 4 classes, and seven grades have 28 classes. .

Including grading papers and some extracurricular work, the professor works almost continuously without any rest time.

"This teaching system was formulated a long time ago by the school board, the Ministry of Magic and the school. At that time, there were not many young wizards who chose to come to school, and the professors could handle it."

"As the influence of Hogwarts increases, more and more young wizards choose to attend magic schools. Even pure-blood families have abandoned home-based education and chosen Hogwarts. This system no longer applies. "

"But due to the Ministry of Magic's education order and the interference of the school board, the application for teaching restructuring has been pushed back and delayed. By this year, after regaining full management rights of Hogwarts, some changes may be made."

There was a little pride in Professor McGonagall's tone, and she seized the opportunity to take back the ownership of the school. This was something that many principals had failed to do.

"Professor, why not hire more professors?" Loren put down his cup and asked his question.

Professor McGonagall paused: "Although we have taken back the power, the school's funding still comes from the school board, and the finances do not support us in increasing the number of professors."

"And there are too many things involved in Hogwarts. We must screen every person who holds a position to avoid bringing bad influence and danger to students."

"We are also exploring the possibility of financial independence. If the school has its own source of income, this blackmail will be completely eliminated."

Professor McGonagall did not hide anything and told the two of them the situation and reasons facing the school in detail: "After discussion among several deans, this restructuring will use the second and fourth grade as a pilot to run the new system. If the situation is good, Then implement it throughout the school.”

This is because the situation in other grades is more complicated. The first grade has just entered the school and is definitely not suitable for pilot. The third grade has a course selection system and cannot be used as a pilot.

The fifth grade has to prepare for the O.W.L.s exam, while the sixth grade has to take advanced classes. As a prospective graduate, the seventh grade has to consider work issues and prepare for the N.E.W.T. exam. These three grades are not suitable as pilots.

In summary, the second and fourth grades were the most stable, so they were singled out for the trial run of the new system.

"What is the new teaching system like?" Hermione asked.

"In terms of content, we have added and deleted the original courses, distinguishing electives and compulsory courses. The compulsory part is based on the original teaching content, incorporates highly relevant knowledge, and deletes some content. The elective content is the deleted part. and some extensions and advancements.”

This is by classifying some of the original content as electives, which reduces the professor's workload. Young wizards who are capable of learning can master the elective content and lay the foundation for advanced knowledge.

On the other hand, the elective content requires mastery, which reduces the learning intensity for young wizards with poor grades.

"Professor, wouldn't this make the gap even wider?" Loren noticed the trend at a glance.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, remembering the scene a few days ago when the deans of various colleges gathered together to discuss teaching restructuring.

Snape leaned behind the pillar and hid his face in the shadows: "It must be admitted that the gap between some wizards is wider than the gap between wizards and trolls. Too much knowledge is crammed into some people's minds. In their minds, this is torture for them. Some knowledge is not used at all and will be forgotten soon after graduation. For example, our newly hired Professor Lockhart, isn't that the case?"

"Just like Mr. Longbottom and Miss Know-It-All, allowing them to receive the same education and be assessed by the same standards is a cruelty in itself."

"Electives are good for both kinds of people."

Shaking his head, Professor McGonagall shook these memories out of his mind: "The knowledge covered in the elective part will not have an impact on the exam. It is considered self-study content, and -"

Professor McGonagall was silent for a while, "Professors are not omnipotent, and we all have our own limitations. The learning of knowledge depends more on you."

"The professor will not refuse any student's request for advice, but now the choice is in your hands."