From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Fifteen minutes, or less.

The rustling sound of writing in the classroom began to be intermittent. William raised his head from the lesson plan and began to pay attention to the students with interest.

Different from the joy he had just entered the classroom, there was obvious anxiety on most people's faces at this moment, especially those with the most confident expressions when handing out papers. Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. You must know that this is September.

William began to walk slowly in the classroom, glancing at the students' test papers. When he met a student who answered a little more questions, he silently wrote down the student's name and appearance.

After he spent ten minutes reading everyone's test papers, the classroom became extremely depressing.

The sound of the quill writing on the test paper has disappeared throughout the classroom. Occasionally someone flips the test paper and starts studying from a new page, but the quill picked up is put down again without even landing on the parchment.

The better the students are, the greater the frustration they will face when facing this test paper - they have worked hard for so long, but when faced with the real OWLs exam questions, it feels like they have learned nothing.

By the time the exam was half an hour old, the entire classroom had completely entered garbage time.

All the students gave up answering the questions, and some of the more impatient students had already begun to damage the fine fuzz on their quill pens. They were like authors on the verge of death, desperately plucking the hair on it, as if they could gain something by doing so. Inspiration, and then you can quickly complete the damn test paper in front of you as if some magic has been cast.

"Pop!"

William stood on the podium and clapped his hands.

"Half an hour has passed, and I find that everyone seems to have given up on answering the questions - should I close the papers in advance to explain the next paper, or should I give you another half hour to continue the exam?"

Almost everyone let out a long breath. A few thorny students seemed to want to raise some objections, but under the strange eyes of those sitting nearby, they still sincerely did not raise any objections.

"Okay, everyone, hand the papers forward. Students in the first row, please hand over the papers to me. Then everyone, take out the textbooks and read the first twenty pages."

The order that would have definitely caused a commotion in the past was carried out extremely obediently today. The students handed out the test papers as if they were handing out a hot potato.

The thick stack of papers was placed back on the desk, but the students underneath were silent as if they had been struck by frost.

It wasn't until William started marking the test papers that the students below began to whisper.

"How are you doing?"

"It's a total failure - I did something in the front, but I can't understand the back. What about you?"

"It's the same, but when I asked a question later, I felt like I hadn't touched a lot of things above. Is that really the original question from previous years' exams?"

"I don't know, the professor won't lie to us, right?"

…

"Hey, Nancy is crying, did you see that?"

"I see, please keep your voice down. Do you want to be isolated?"

…

On the podium, William was judging the papers quickly. In the thick stack of test papers, there were very few written parts. Even if there were a few brave people, they could make mistakes directly from the beginning. In this kind of paper judgment, In the case of a few questions, the thick stack of test papers was divided into three stacks at a speed not much slower than stamping.

By the time the last test paper was thrown into the thickest pile, it was only five minutes before William's scheduled one-hour exam time.

After spending five minutes re-copying the results, William stood up and scanned the entire class.

"The grading of the test paper has been completed. I guess no one wants me to read out the results on the spot, right?"

No one answered - he was a fifth-grade student, and everyone knew how many answers he would get and what grade he would get.

"Now let's start calling the names and handing out papers."

In front of everyone, William mixed the test papers divided into three piles, then shuffled them again, and then began to call the roll.

After he wandered around and handed out the last test paper, he returned to the podium and said in a forcedly painful tone:

"Poor, very poor, very poor - this is my only evaluation of the results of this exam."

"The best grade is P (poor), but even this grade was only obtained by three students."

"Nancy Valen and Guy Walker from Ravenclaw, and Lena Eddy from Hufflepuff, each of these three students received five points for their own house as the reward for the best performance - —But everyone, no clapping."

"This is not an ideal result, and I don't want anyone to be proud of such a result. According to the regulations of previous years, such a result would not be able to enter advanced classes, let alone obtain N.E.W.Ts certificates."

"I know that some people may not be convinced. Next, we will give a brief explanation of the test paper."

William picked up his lesson plan book and turned to the pages where the questions were asked.

"The first question is from the 1990 OWLs exam. The fifth question is from the original question."

"Question 2, 1979 OWLs exam, question 11, original question."

…

"The last question, question 8 in the 1975 exam, is the original question minus one restriction."

William put down the lesson plan and looked around at all the students.

"All the questions, except for three questions with slightly changed restrictions, are all original questions from the past twenty years."

"In order to prevent some students from having any questions about these test questions that I have chosen that are older than you, I am here to tell you something in advance."

"The Wizarding Examination Authority - the organization responsible for the O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts exams. Their director is Professor Gsilda Marchbain. She once served as the examiner for Principal Dumbledore. In my opinion, , Professor Marchban can still serve as the head of the Bureau for at least another thirty years, so the real questions during this long period of time will be our most valuable reference."

"It's fake, Professor?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore's examiner! Is this true, Professor?"

"Really, it's as true as if you almost handed in a blank paper."

William snorted and with one sentence brought the slightly more active student back to his original state.

No wonder the student was surprised - he was shocked by the information when he was studying the Wizarding Examination Authority, Dumbledore's invigilator!

This is almost like finding a young photo of a big shot, which makes people want to explore, but unfortunately - the theme of this class is not exploration.

"I don't think I can accept that a group of O.W.Ls students in a year's time will hand in this kind of paper like they do now. I think you should think so too."

William turned his head and wrote furiously on the blackboard while releasing a little of his unsuppressed pride.

"Teach, improve, sprint!"

Three words appeared on the blackboard.

"I originally wanted to try my best to make everyone happy, but unfortunately, everyone's foundation is really low." A regretful expression appeared on William's face. "In the next year, we have to work hard."

ps: Chapter 2 will be at noon tomorrow (maybe a little later)