From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"How did the first class feel?"

When William returned to the big office with the test results, Lupin raised his head from the documents on the table and asked with a smile.

"Well, it's a very good foundation—a lot less effort this year."

"Look, Professor Lupin," William put the test results on the table, "this is the record of their spell casting. Although it is a random check, the five spells are already very telling."

As he spoke, he tapped another piece of parchment to arrange the grades in a regular order, "All students can get barely passing grades in three or more spell tests—you know, this is according to last year's batch. The assessment criteria established by the average status of students at the end of the year.”

"The next class is to arrange a practical class for them to see their performance in actual combat. If they pass the test, consider modifying this year's course schedule appropriately."

The OWLs assessment of most subjects is divided into two parts: theoretical part and practical part. These students have been taught by Lupin for two years, and their strength in practical operation is very amazing. William did not intend to waste the foundation laid by Lupin. Just follow the actual operation training, and the theory can be instilled in the paper in the later stage, and it is not a big problem.

"How's Harry doing?"

Lupin flipped through the list and found that there was no part that he cared about the most, and looked at William suspiciously.

"Does he still need to be assessed? He has a high probability of getting an O when he goes directly to the test now. I don't think many examiners will stumped him in the actual combat part." William looked around and added after confirming that there were no outsiders, " To be honest, if he duels with the examiner, at his current level, I don't think he is the one who falls."

"If this word spreads out, he will definitely be made difficult during the assessment," Lupin shook his head with a smile, and added as if remembering something, "By the way, today seems to be Professor Snape's first class..."

"No way..."

William opened his mouth wide, "The first class? How did it get here?"

"On the first day of school, there are not many professors who like it, so you are not afraid of this."

Lupin spread his hands out—no professors who have requirements for their own courses like to take classes on the first day of school, and the students' slack during a vacation and the fatigue accumulated from make-up assignments can easily make them distracted.

Gu Hu </span> So the class schedule at this time is a technical task—either this class is of the kind with no pursuit, or the professor of this class is not worried about the students being distracted at all.

William belongs to the latter category - he has never seen a student dare to get distracted in the exam that determines the amount of homework in the next period of time, confinement plus a set of papers and homework, and so far it's all good.

"Those students are miserable..."

Theoretically, the second stanza should be about the history of magic, but Snape's course-William really didn't think anyone would dare to sleep in secret.

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"Why don't you need to do divination, Hermione?"

Ron couldn't help complaining as the students watched their timetables as they exchanged their scores on the test just now.

His overall grades are not bad, and he is in a good mood at the moment.

"Because I dismissed the fortune-telling class that I felt was useless."

Hermione's response was petty - she wasn't at all satisfied with how she was doing in class because she saw a lot of good on that record sheet, and the word good was unacceptable to her .

Especially the fact that Harry became a teaching assistant made her a little uncomfortable.

She didn't like this feeling—the academic performance alone was crushed, and the other party was obviously recognized by the professor...

Even though she still got the best results in the end, but... that feeling is always uncomfortable.

"I have to go to class," Hermione said angrily. "See you at noon."

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