The latest website: The next morning, the storm finally stopped. However, the ceiling of the auditorium was still gloomy.

Professor McGonagall seemed to be involved in the repairs last night, looking tired in the morning, giving out his class schedule listlessly.

William picked up his timetable and took a closer look.

Good guy, I don't know if I don't see it, I'm startled when I see it.

Although I was mentally prepared, the dense class schedule still made my scalp tingle.

In this fifth grade year, I have the attitude of graduating from a high school sprint class.

William's roommate, Bradley, had no eyesight. When he got the timetable, he whispered:

"Mrs. Hooch's flying class club, will it be held regularly?"

Professor McGonagall was in a bad mood, and when he heard this, he was even more unhappy, and gave him a stern look.

It was as if... Bradley was asking something terribly sinful.

A more specific description, much like William's math teacher in his previous life.

She often takes up physical education classes, and when students ask where the physical education teacher is going, the boss will be upset.

At that time, in order to keep the physical education class from being robbed, William was naive and put a love letter in the math teacher's bicycle in the name of the physical education teacher.

It didn't take long for the physical education teacher to actually marry the math teacher.

Also distributed candy in the class.

As a result, in those years, the physical education teacher's illness did not get better, and William never took physical education classes again.

It's a really sad story.

"What's wrong with Professor McGonagall, I don't think she's happy." Hermione came over and sat down beside William.

"Probably stayed up late last night and was in a bad mood." William explained casually: "This is the case with menopausal women, and you will..."

William suddenly shut up, and he almost uttered a death declaration along the way.

"What's going to happen to me?" Hermione's eyebrows were raised, her eyes gleaming dangerously.

"You mean... I'll be grumpy like Professor McGonagall in the future... um, menopause?"

William looked helpless.

Hermione snorted, stepped on William's instep secretly, and twisted gently.

William pretended to be pitiful.

Hermione didn't give up, glared angrily again, and snatched away the luxurious honey chicken curd he had rolled for her.

William watched eagerly, and the Roujiamo that he just took a bite of... just disappeared.

William had to re-roll it for himself, changed the subject, and asked with a smile, "Guess what Professor Dumbledore said to me last night?"

The girl tilted her head and didn't want to pay attention to him, but she still listened with her ears perked up.

William quickly recounted what happened last night.

Hermione bit a piece of chicken into her mouth, her cheeks bulging and pear vortex propped up, she said vaguely, "Tom must be looking for a Horcrux..."

"Yeah, we can look for the fourth Horcrux this semester."

That's right... The diary, the diadem, the Slytherin ring... Finally the news of the fourth Horcrux.

"Can I follow along?" Hermione hesitated.

William smiled and said, "With me, of course.

As long as Dumbledore's sudden madness doesn't happen last time, there's hardly much danger.

Hermione nodded vigorously, then grinned happily.

Then, William brought up Dumbledore's story about the Triwizard Tournament.

"The professor means... you can participate?" Hermione's eyes lit up.

"Why am I participating... You still don't understand what Dumbledore meant." William shook his head.

"The principal is suggesting that a lot of people can be involved."

Hermione thought thoughtfully and asked suspiciously, "Isn't that bad... This is the Triwizard Tournament..."

"Cheating is the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament." William raised his hand, scratched Hermione's delicate nose, and smiled: "We just use the rules reasonably."

In addition to wanting to use this competition to promote exchanges with the two schools, Dumbledore also wanted to exercise the ability of a group of young wizards.

Dumbledore has always been about education, and he wants to produce outstanding students.

Especially with the next wizarding war... coming soon!

He certainly wouldn't have done it without William.

But as the principal said: Many students have indeed died, and professors have been injured.

But this time, he wasn't worried.

With William on his side, what should he worry about? !

Just worry... not enough to let go of myself!

"Don't tell anyone about these things," William said quickly.

Hermione nodded quickly.

At this time, a few people came from a distance, Qiu, Cedric, Fred and George.

Cho, Fred, and George are discussing some magical way to age themselves and get away with the Triwizard Tournament.

Cedric is not involved in this topic, and although he is not yet an adult, his birthday is at the end of September.

When the Triwizard Tournament began, he was an adult and eligible to run.

Seeing William holding the timetable, Fred grinned badly:

"William, we had some inspiration last year about some sort of quick-acting candy.

You have to help us develop, the potions made before are always bad."

"That's right, the students will love it," Fred continued.

"Also, we have just developed nosebleed nougat, as long as you eat it, the nosebleed will keep flowing.

In the end, you all shrank into a ball, but we haven't developed an antidote yet. "

"Why do you need to skip class?" Hermione asked.

"The fifth grade is the Ls year." George said rightly.

"so what?"

"That means, William and the others are going to have to deal with the exams endlessly, don't they?

Will make William run out of time to date you. ' said Fred schadenfreude.

"Is dating more important or studying?" George laughed, "Of course it's dating."

Hermione blushed, glanced at William, and said seriously: "The two are not in conflict."

"Okay..." Fred shrugged. The world of a scholar is not a field that he can set foot in.

"But you have to think about ordinary wizards," said George gleefully.

"We are experienced and experienced. For the sake of Ls, half of our classmates have made a little trouble."

"Anyway, fifth grade has been a nightmare year," Fred said solemnly. "You'll feel it in the first lesson."

In fact, the twins were right. The history of magic in the first lesson gave the fifth-grade little wizard a slap in the face.

Professor Binns, who was boring and didn't talk much, also mentioned it for the first time. Ls exam.

He whispered for half an hour, those in history... 'the tragic experience of students who failed to pass the history of magic'.

"Especially the original Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald!"

Professor Binns said nonsense:

"When he was sixteen, he didn't get a certificate in the history of magic, so he was expelled by Durmstrang!

From then on, he embarked on the road of crime and became the Dark Lord.

If he had a certificate, maybe everything would be different, maybe become Durmstrang's principal. "

Everyone realizes that it turns out to be the Dark Lord... as long as the history of magic fails.

Professor Binns got even more angry when McLaggen asked if there was a summary of the history of owls magic.

"What I've talked about are the key points, and what I've mentioned are all test sites!"

"..."

Since the teacher does not draw the key points, everyone can only listen carefully. This kind of energy is only available to the new wizards who have just entered the school.

But it didn't last fifteen minutes, and the students began to squat on the table in rows.

No one can resist this 'sleep magic' for the soul.

Among them, Alan Harris of Ravenclaw, snored the loudest.

Professor Binns angrily deducted ten points from Slytherin.

In the second class of Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall also took fifteen minutes to emphasize to the whole class. Importance of Ls exam.

"If you don't study and apply it seriously," Professor McGonagall said solemnly, "you can't pass the Ls exam."

"I think, as long as they put in the time and energy, there is no reason for all the students in this class to not get the .LS certificate of the Transfiguration class."

Professor McGonagall's annual pass rate is still very high. At least at the top of the Hogwarts school subjects.

Unfortunately, due to the influence of the last class, many students were sleepy.

Matthew Wakefield went even further, showing off whistling, teeth grinding and sleep talking.

How could Professor McGonagall bear it? She knocked on the table and said angrily:

"How can you sleep? You can sleep at your age?

There is no promise! "

In an instant, all the students woke up and looked at Professor McGonagall shiveringly.

Professor McGonagall begins to explain the Vanishing Charm.

"Today we're going to start learning the Vanishing Spell. The Vanishing Spell is a bit simpler than the Summoning Spell that you usually practice when you reach your level, but it's still the hardest spell in your Ls exam."

Professor McGonagall was right, no one but William made the practice snails disappear until the end of the get out of class.

He just touched the wand lightly, and the snail used to practice disappeared.

Everyone ignored William, and McGonagall taught him to keep learning his stuff.

Qiu tried several times to make the color of the snail very light, but in the end it was unsuccessful.

At the end of the class, Professor McGonagall asked some more points.

"I've said this question 800 times, and I'll raise my hand if I don't know how."

She looked around coldly, but no one raised her hand.

"The one who didn't raise his hand is it, right?" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "Okay, tell me!"

Elena Scarlana was demented for two seconds~lightnovelpub.net~ before she was sure it was her.

In a sympathetic look, she put down the fat chicken doll in her hand and stood up tremblingly.

She faltered for a while, like Cedric with Mandrakes.

"No why don't you raise your hand?" said Professor McGonagall sternly.

Elena looked at Professor McGonagall with red eyes.

"Look at the blackboard, what do I do? Do I have a Vanishing Charm on my face?"

Elena suddenly burst into tears.

McGonagall: "..."

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