Facing the fifth and seventh grade students, Professor Happ has another face.

He waved his wand and handed the papers to the students one by one, which were the test papers for their last class.

Felix stood on the stage without saying a word, but a low pressure had already enveloped the little wizards.

They were both seventh graders and had three years of "classmate friendship" with this professor, especially when they first entered the school, Felix happened to be in the fifth grade that year.

What did he do in the fifth grade?

Well, it was just an invitation to a duel to a Shafik family, so these students witnessed the most brutal side of someone as soon as they entered the school, leaving a serious psychological shadow.

In the eyes of young and innocent first-year students, is that a duel invitation? That is a death notice! Or the kind that the whole family gave together.

Felix played with his wand, seeing that the atmosphere was almost brewing, and finally spoke, "This is the result of your test last class. To be honest, I was a little disappointed, quite disappointed..."

"Marcus!"

Marcus Flint stood up tremblingly, "Teach...Professor." Felix may not remember him, but he clearly remembered Felix because the "Shafik" was sitting next to him at that time.

Both of them are pure blood, his father asked the senior to take care of him, but as soon as school started, he encountered a big thunder.

He still can't forget the look of the energetic senior who sank on the ground.

Felix walked up to him and patted his shoulder, "The grades are a bit bad, I will perform well in the future. I'm optimistic about you."

“It’s…professor.”

What else can Marcus say? Go back and play with fate and learn!

Felix was very satisfied with Slytherin's attitude. After all, it was his own academy and it was still very impressive.

"We started class, and today there are a lot of content. I'll talk about it quickly. After you go back, you'll do these three sets of papers."

"After all, your NEWTs exam is this year..."

...

Saturday, Gryffindor Common Lounge.

Percy looked tired. He had just completed the twelve-inch magic history paper "The History of the Crucible Development and Innovation", but there were still 6 subjects waiting for him - he had chosen too many courses.

Damn it, if this continues, there will be no time for a date!

Hermione walked out of the girls' dormitory with a large book in her arms and saw Harry and Ron gathering at a table, with seven or eight little wizards standing beside her, as if she was watching something interesting.

She walked over, and the Weasley twins were there, in fact, they were directing the two magic puppets to dance with their wands.

She recognized these two puppets, exactly the two that Professor Haypu showed in the open class.

Accompanied by silent music (that is, there is no music), a pair of half-foot-high men and women hugged each other, dancing gracefully, and walking on the table with light steps - this is their dance floor.

Lee Jordan was explaining the "plot": "In this way, the Huo Man and the Ice Girl fell in love, and the young man and woman became the object of envy for everyone. But the good times did not last long, and their ideas had serious conflicts, so they simply fought!"

Fred and George also cooperated with his commentary. Fred swung his wand first and the ice woman kicked the fire man in the face.

"Oh! The ice girl took the lead and kicked her former lover two feet away. Did the former vows disappear like this?" Lee Jordan screamed in pain and shouted loudly.

George was not willing to be outdone. He shook his wand one after another. The fire man jumped up suddenly, punched the Ice Girl hard in the stomach, and then kicked her away.

"Finally, Huo Man is not worried. Love is not as good as a struggle for ideas! He has to take action, he moves, he moves, he finally makes his feet! Beautiful!"

A little witch watching "snatched" her mouth.

Hermione was stunned by the side. You guys are really good at playing, and there is also a plot.

A few minutes later, the Huo Man used a quick punch to gain the advantage and flew out with one kick, but suddenly fell in mid-air.

Then, the ice girl stopped moving.

"It's gone!" Dean Thomas, who grew up in the Muggle world, said something unknown.

Fred and George grabbed the puppet and ran to the corner, and began to re-engrave the ancient magic text.

"Professor Haipu is so bad. He can only exercise for half an hour after adding magic texts." Many young wizards condemned a professor.

The crowd dispersed, and Hermione and the other two found a seat again to sit down.

Hermione glanced at the twins in the distance, "Can they do this?"

"This is nothing. Many wizards spend a lot of time on this," Ron explained. "Fred said that Cedric of Hufflepuff often gets up in the middle of the night to practice secretly in order to win the pre-Halloween exam and win the mysterious prize."

"There are still many witches who hold the magic puppet and never let go all day."

Hermione nodded. This week, you can see the scene of the little wizard holding a magic puppet everywhere. "But, isn't Fred's magic puppet this?"

Ron casually said, "He borrowed it from Angelina to recreate the classic battle in the auditorium. But if I want to say, they almost did. I mean, they just learned the first set of magic texts, and they needed to master four sets, just like collecting chocolate frog cards, putting all the skills together to form a set..."

"Harry, you didn't train today?"

Harry had a bitter face, "Training in the afternoon." Although two weeks had passed, he could no longer bear it.

Ron suddenly laughed "squeaky". He looked at Harry and Hermione and whispered: "It is said that Wood has been having a headache about how to write his ancient magical homework. Professor Tohepp's blessing can only spend a relaxing day."

"Is it difficult to do it?" Hermione guessed.

"No," Ron laughed, "but the professor's sixth grade homework was not a translation, but a composition of one thousand words, with the name "My Summer Vacation Life."

Hermione inexplicably felt familiar.

This style seemed to be very common when she was in elementary school…

Professor Happ is also from a Muggle and does have a very life experience, Hermione thought.

The three of them were chatting, and Percy suddenly stood up, packed up quickly, and left without looking back with his schoolbag head on his back.

It's time to go on a date!

Looking at Percy's back, Harry thought, "He looks a little irritable."

Ron shrugged, "Percy has chosen too many courses. He has passed 12 OWLs exams and wants to continue to choose 12 courses this year, but he was persuaded by Professor McGonagall to give up some of them."

The two of them felt a little emotional, and then looked at Hermione together. Could this be what Hermione looks like in the future?

Hermione ignored the two and sat aside reading a book.

Harry looked at the "Ancient Magical Literature and History Examination" in Hermione's hand and couldn't help asking her: "Didn't you pass the assessment? Why do you still read this book?"

Hermione turned a page and said, "Professor Happ left a bunch of annotations on my paper, which are all things I need to pay attention to, and I found that ancient magical texts are quite interesting."

“It’s quite interesting…”

The two poor students looked at each other. Every time they discussed learning issues with Hermione, they felt that the thing on their necks was pumpkins planted in the ground by Hagrid.

So they started playing wizard chess on their own.

In the afternoon, Wood took his team members away from the public lounge. Harry wanted to ask what to do with his ancient magical homework, but when he thought that even the end of the world could not stop his enthusiasm for training, he finally shut up.

On the way, I met Colin Clivie. The clingy spirit greeted him warmly again, "Hello! Harry", and Harry replied weakly, "You are good, Colin."

He had already predicted that the next training would inevitably be accompanied by countless flashes and shutter sounds.

Inside the castle, Ron was a little bored and could only do his homework.

He was stunned for a long time at the blank parchment paper, and finally folded the paper into a paper plane. As a result, the paper plane hit Neville's nose, causing him to scream in pain.
Chapter completed!