From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Christmas is the most important holiday in wizarding society. If I have to make an analogy, it should be similar to the Chinese New Year.

But William has never been clear about this - how to put it, looking at the history of magic, the church has always tried to persecute wizards, but wizards had a very happy Christmas...

He has not found anyone who can consult him about this matter, so he can only keep it as an unsolved mystery in his heart.

But today, he seemed to know a far-fetched answer - celebrating Christmas is entirely the influence of generations of Muggle-born wizards who have entered wizarding society.

Otherwise, he really couldn't explain why the professor here behaved more excessively than he did during the Christmas exam. After all, he still didn't know much about Christmas, which is why he made this mistake, Demster Lang's professor almost spent Christmas as a regular holiday...

'The lack of Muggle-born wizards here makes the concept of Christmas weaker, so professors and students don't care...'

While William was making calculations, the professor named Baker had already arrived with children of all sizes.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long -" he said with a slight apology on his face, "after all, it is during the holiday, and the students have a relatively leisurely life. It is difficult to call them up."

"Students are all like this. It's vacation." Professor Corey responded cheerfully. There was no trace of the fact on his face that he had just discussed giving the children here a deep memory.

"That can't be too loose," Professor Baker responded in a less serious tone, and then turned to look at the students, "Please arrange them by grade so that the professors at Hogwarts can distinguish the grades - these are the professors Don’t waste this precious opportunity during your vacation. Exchange student exchanges are not something we have to talk about every year.”

‘Why does it sound like you should cheer me up? If anyone is embarrassed, be careful to settle the score...’

No wonder William had such a wonderful association. Before coming here, he read a piece of information given by the school - after Karkaroff became the principal, because the school had more rules to abide by, many parents took their children away from Germany. Armstrong.

Of course, this is still a bit of an understatement. In fact, according to the description of the information, during Karkaroff's tenure, the school rules were so strict that William felt like he had seen Azkaban.

And now, judging from the meticulous implementation of the requirements by those students, it is obvious that those statements are true.

"Very good, very good." Professor Baker smiled at the students, then turned to look at Professor Corey, "Just check their knowledge level. To be honest, I am actually quite worried about these children. They Sometimes it’s just too arrogant…”

‘There are only two or three people from each grade...are they really not sending the top three over for inspection? ’

William was seriously suspicious, and then tried to make eye contact with his colleagues, but without success.

In the end, it was Professor Corey who took the initiative. He pulled over two children who were about to graduate from seventh grade and started talking about the contents of the curse.

The other professors followed suit and sat at the table, chatting with the students about their subjects - the professors had learned some German, and the students seemed to know more or less English, although they were not very good, but It's barely enough for communication.

'I also said that I am not a carefully selected student...Although English is commonly used, it is too much...'

William cursed as he sat down in front of the two fifth-grade children.

"How is your English level?"

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Doris was a little nervous - the competition in Durmstrang was too fierce. Although she could barely maintain the second place, she was well aware of the distance between herself and the pervert in first place, and she was also more aware of the performance of the students behind her. How tight it is.

After she enrolled, Karkaroff became the principal. And all the terrible school rules promulgated by this principal made everyone in the school feel suffocated.

Entertainment has been canceled on a large scale. All clubs in the school must submit written reports on the previous week's activities on the first day of each week. Dark magic, war magic, and dueling, Durmstrang's three strongest courses, are compulsory courses. , two major classes per week, taking up almost half of the class time (note).

In addition to the heavy academic work, they also have to face the favoritism of every professor - this is a problem that starts from the principal. Students who are favored can get more approval notes for banned books, experimental materials, and personal information from professors. Guidance and networking help at the club.

Compared with other magics, black magic, a highly dangerous spell, requires more guidance. Once the experiment goes wrong, it will be almost fatal. A bloodline like her is only barely recognized, and there is no way to talk about ancientness and nobility. She has just reached the entrance threshold. As a student, if she loses her status as a top student, then she will not be able to take any further steps in black magic. Durmstrang's tuition is not cheap, and her family cannot provide more help.

'If successfully passed, each person will receive seven hours of private tutoring time - students who perform particularly well in the inquiry can receive more, including but not limited to experimental materials, new magic, cash rewards...'

This is what Professor Baker said solemnly when he came - although he did not mention what would happen if the arrangement was exposed, but none of the students present had any intention of trying it.

This is true even for seventh graders. With most of the wizarding world hostile to black magic, school is undoubtedly the most suitable place to acquire knowledge of black magic.

'Come on, the professor in front of me is very young... After answering the questions briefly, I may try to ask about some remote fields... If it is within the scope of his teaching, maybe...'

Although this idea was too extravagant, she still wanted to give it a try - compared to those older professors who already had rich experience, young professors were always less knowledgeable.

‘They are probably all envious of me. ’

She didn't need to look up to know what the students around her were thinking - among the many professors here, this most tender-faced professor was undoubtedly the one who was most likely to receive Professor Baker's so-called excellent performance evaluation. Until just now, she was thanking Lady Luck. favor.

"How is your English?"

She heard the young professor say this.

Of course, she's quite good - her mother is a British wizard, not to mention the school's surprise training in English some time ago.

In fact, it should be disguised, but if your English is not good, how can you test the professor with questions? If you don't use English, the other party will claim that they don't quite understand the meaning of the question, and then translate it, which will take too much time to think about.

"Well, because of family reasons, my English can basically be regarded as my second mother tongue."

At the same time, she heard the child next to her who had been number one since entering school reply in fluent English, "I am proficient in seven languages."

"That's great. It seems that there is no problem in today's communication."

She saw the professor opposite and breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Normal German? ’

‘Fortunately...I was mentally prepared in advance. ’

She felt relieved, and then began to think about what to ask later - but that would require answering the question more fluently.

But, then…

? ? ?

Before Doris even had time to think of a question, the young and overbearing professor opposite had happily taken out two papers and the matching quill from his pocket.

"This one is relatively simple. Let's take twenty minutes to give a simple answer first."

The professor spoke in German. Although it was a little inaccurate, the meaning was still understandable.

Before she even had time to complain, the paper and the quill fell in front of her.

'Is it because I've been too focused on experiments during this period, or...'

She looked around curiously, and finally determined that it was not her problem - the other tables were busy talking about it, but the test paper appeared at their table.

Before she had time to question, Doris watched Wannian No. 1 next to her pick up the paper. Doris hurriedly started to finish it. She didn't want to take too long to hand in the paper.

‘Fortunately, it’s not too difficult. ’

She looked at the questions and even felt that it was too simple - almost all of them were right or wrong questions, which could be completed quickly with a little more care.

The professor introduced himself as a self-defense professor, but judging from the title, he tended to focus on a mixture of dueling, war magic, and dark magic. Did Hogwarts combine the three courses into one?

‘How can such a simple question take twenty minutes? ’

Doris thought, and then quickly answered with a quill. In less than fifteen minutes, she had completed the entire paper. When she raised her head proudly, she found that the young professor next door had already completed it. Under review for answers.

'really…'

She wasn't surprised at all, and handed over her paper.

"The time is just right. The answer just now is all correct. It can really be regarded as a perfect answer."

The young professor responded, then took her paper and continued to review it.

'It's all right...Sure enough, I knew it, but I also have confidence! ’

That list of topics is simply too many and not precise. How difficult can it be to take the three courses together?

Less than two minutes later, the professor opposite her put it down with a happy smile on his face - "Another one that is completely correct. It seems that you have learned very solidly in this area."

'Of course, we are all cultivators...a mixed but not refined mixture is just like that. ’

However, this also has the advantage that you can be more subtle when asking questions - although the perfect score just now is very good, it is just...

"Well, I have a preliminary judgment, so we can come up with more challenging papers!"

The young professor didn't even give the two of them a chance to object, and simply took out a new paper from his pocket.

Doris wanted to say something, but the person next door had already started to answer, so she had to join in the answer.

'It doesn't matter - during this time, I can make the question a little more tricky. I believe this Hogwarts professor will definitely...'

‘Wait a minute, why are you still asking this question? What is the definition here? ’

She is very proficient in using related magic, but about the definition... Well, why does this view seem to be problematic, but I don't know where the problem lies?

After hesitating for a moment, the rustling sound in her ears made her make up her mind. Well, it was wrong. There was an omission in this definition!

But this is not the only trap. This kind of definitional trap will basically appear every few questions in the following questions. Those commonly used ones are fine, but slightly less commonly used magic requires her to spend a lot of energy to judge.

…

‘Phew…finally, it’s done. ’

Doris handed over the paper hesitantly - the paper next door was already being reviewed again.

"Great, absolutely right."

The professor's smile made Doris want to hit him with her fist - she didn't know why, but she was a little angry now.

But her paper was quickly reviewed. Although she was a little hesitant, she still looked around - several tables had already ended the question-and-answer session and started to communicate independently.

"Great, and absolutely right."

While she was distracted, the professor completed the review.

'Very good…'

This thought came to her mind, and she was ready to ask.

"Okay, now that we have a deeper understanding, let's start with a set of challenging papers!"

? ? ?

are you****! ! !

A classic curse word appeared in Doris's mind involuntarily.

But it was too late, the test paper was already on the table, and the next door started answering questions again.

She suppressed the swear words and then began to examine the questions - she just managed to answer the questions half relying on strength and half luck, but she didn't dare to be careless now.

But it was obvious that she was thinking too much.

‘****! Why is this still happening? ’

“Damn it, which one is it!!!”

Judgment has become a choice, which has increased the difficulty, but what's even more terrible is that she understands every word in those questions, but when combined, the following words are all correct...

‘Have I really mastered this magic? ’

The disarming spell is obviously one of the most basic dueling magics. She is familiar with it in theory, and she is not a weak person in practice. But why, why is there such a question?

Doris was at a loss.

She even began to listen to the sound of the quill from her old rival next door (even though the opponent had always been number one), and she tried to find ways to move forward from there.

However, the rustling over there began to become intermittent, and it was obvious that the problem was not just hers.

Normally, she might have gloated, but now she has no thoughts at all...

She almost struggled to complete all the questions, even using the guessing skills she had never looked down upon - no way, the answering voice next door had stopped for a long time, and the professor was reviewing the test paper.

'So be it. ’

She handed in her paper as if resigned to her fate, looking forward to hearing the results of her old rival.

However, the abominable professor who made people want to take out their wands for a duel did not announce the results. Instead, he took her paper and looked at it - it seemed a bit eye-catching at first, but now Doris just wants to smash his dog head. .

"Very good, um, it's barely an O here, and it's also an E here, very good——"

The professor said this, and then took out two more papers.

"Let's get some more challenging papers!"