As usual, first-year students were taken by Hagrid and flew over the lake, while the rest of the students took a carriage and walked along the path to the main entrance of the school.

School Auditorium.

"Sir, please come here--" Pipi Ghost turned somersaults in the air, nodded and bowed, leading a strange ghost to the auditorium. The tall ghost blocked himself tightly. From under the cloak, only a pair of silver, emotionless eyes could be seen.

Pipi said with a smile: "Then I won't bother you now. I have something to do... I have prepared a lot of water-filled balloons for the freshmen. Don't you want to see the water balloon explode on the heads of the cute little guys?"

The ghost said nothing. Pipi Ghost turned around and was about to leave when a big silver hand poked out from under the cloak, quickly grabbed Pipi Ghost's back neck and shook it hard.

Pipi Ghost struggled for a few times, but did not break free, but instead swayed rhythmically, floating, with a look of helplessness.

He is a spirit born from the castle, and compared with ordinary ghosts, he has stronger abilities. Ordinary ghosts can only interfere with reality slightly, but he is different. If you really want to be honest, you can compete with the students who have more strength, and even wrestling is not a problem.

What makes him afraid of is the professor in the school. As a gathering of students' emotions, Pipi Geng's fear of professors is engraved into his bones. But at the same time, he is a representative of naughty students and is always eloquent. What he is afraid of is a professor full of majesty and integrity;

The second is the powerful wizards who can influence him, such as Principal Dumbledore and Felix Happ;

The third is the alternatives among ghosts, such as Barrow, the Blood Man, and—

The short Pipi Ghost looked at the tall and cold ghost in front of him and cursed in a low voice. The silver eyes under the ghost's cloak suddenly looked at him. The Pipi Ghost immediately filled with a cute smile and kept rubbing his fingers.

The ghosts in the auditorium were talking about it-

"Is there a new guy here?" said sentimentally, the resident ghost of Gryffindor Academy, Nick, who almost lost his head.

"It looks like a tough guy." Hufflepuff's ghost fat monk said happily, "It's so good, someone needs to cure the Pipi Ghost."

"Yes, this is right." Nick, who almost lost his head, said, "Since the bloody man Barrow left..." He looked around meaningfully, attracting a lot of echoes and condemnations about Pipi's ghostly deeds.

"By the way," a ghost asked, "Who do you still keep the photos of Pipi ghost?"

"Is it the prank twins who blew the picture of Pipi Ghost running around the castle with a fan?" Nick, who almost lost his head, asked with interest, and he smiled satisfied, "I have it, exchanged for five secrets."

"What happens when you hold a view?" the ghost suggested.

About a year ago, it was the first year Felix's job. Faced with Pipi Ghost's provocation, he cast a confusion spell, which made Pipi Ghost confused about the concept of time, mistakenly thought that he had just been born and could not handle all the chaotic and naughty thoughts of the students, and became confused.

His old rival, Weasley Twins, took the opportunity to create two fans and take turns to show the exhibition with Pipi Ghosts. He almost successfully held a party. Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall stopped the game halfway through, and many young wizards and all ghosts expressed great regrets about this.

Among the onlookers at that time, some people took this grand scene, and later the photos began to spread, which caused many people to snatch them. However, after Pipi Ghost recovered, he became angry and snatched most of the photos away.

During that time, the crying Myrtle shuttled through the girls' bathroom on every floor, telling every student about the evil deeds of Pipi ghost bullying herself.

...

In the teacher's seat, Felix and Professor McGonagall talked about unfinished topics in the principal's office. Flivie joined in the middle and discussed what mantras are suitable for "a category that must be mastered".

Professor McGonagall said seriously: "If possible, I hope the little wizards can master all the knowledge, and every lesson is important."

"But Minerva, if we plan to do something, we have to consider how to get the students to accept it." Flivie said sharply.

Professor McGonagall snorted. Of course she knew this, but she had too high expectations for students.

Felix nodded slightly, "My idea is to break up these spells and divide them into different grades. For example, disarming spells, third-grade learning, and fourth-grade assessments are more appropriate. The Phantom Movement may require sixth-grade learning and seventh-grade assessments."

He added: "The purpose of the assessment is not to score, but to enable them to truly master these spells, so I think the assessment time should be as flexible as possible and there should be no limit on the number of times."

Flivi thought for a while and said, "This idea is good. If you concentrate on the last year of the exam, most students may be dragging it all the time. Severus, what do you think?"

"I have no objection, you didn't include the potion," Snape said coldly.

"This..." Frieve stammered, "You are also one of the regular professors of Duel Club, aren't you? You should know that the black magic defense has always been a shortcoming for students, and fortunately, the Duel Club can make up for some of the shortcomings."

"Lupin taught well last year," Professor McGonagall interjected.

"I understand," Flivie said, "and Belby, they are all very good, but..."

He hesitated for a moment and tried to organize the language and said, "But we all know what this course looks like - each professor has only one year of teaching. I don't deny that Dumbledore has gone to find excellent wizards to teach this course as much as possible, but excellent wizards and excellent professors are two different things."

"Learning well by yourself does not mean you can teach others," Felix concluded.

"That's right!" Flivi's eyes lit up, "That's it! A good professor needs rich experience to understand the various difficulties encountered by students... This process may last for several years, but for the professors in this course, it is impossible to do it."

"Although both spells and black magic defense techniques teach spells, the focus is completely different. What I teach is general practical magic, of course, and all kinds of basic skills. The offensive spells and defensive spells that can be used in duels are basically included in the category of black magic defense techniques..."

"The professors in this course are the most unstable. When you meet a good teacher, you can learn more. If you encounter something inappropriate or not good at teaching, it will make the classroom mess."

The professors were silent, and a bunch of names of professors from the Black Magic Defense Classes over the years emerged in their hearts, and they all took the seats one by one.

Felix also thought about the professors he had come into contact with - including what he encountered during school and work. To be honest, like Lockhart, it is already the bottom line in various senses. Most people are mediocre, or are not good at teaching students. They often describe a simple problem in a foggy way, making the little wizards confused; or they start completely from their own experience and talk to themselves, which is impossible to effectively solve the troubles encountered by students.

There is another problem hidden behind this, that is, there has been no reasonable plan for this course. Experienced professors like Frieve and McGonagall, who start from the first grade, teach until graduation, know the characteristics of each student well and give targeted guidance.

Moreover, what should be taught, how much should be taught in each grade, and what feedback should be given in general are also very clear.

When it comes to the black magic defense technique... it is already good to be able to read the text according to the script. There are very few professors like Lupin who consider students and try to make up for their lack of homework.

Most people still follow their own habits, talk here and there. A hammer in the east and a hammer in the west.

So after seven years, some students will be surprised to find that they have heard seven classes with the same content - from seven different professors.

...

Snape snorted disdainfully, isn't this true? Is there anything to discuss? He glanced at the new ghost in the corner several times, feeling that he couldn't get out of touch with Felix, and the shiny cloak looked familiar.

Moreover, the ghost never spoke from beginning to end, and made Nick, who was almost headless, return embarrassedly.

There was a noise in the hall, and the students' carriages were parked at the door. They ran into the castle in the heavy rain, chattering and making noises. The school was immediately filled with a lively atmosphere.

Felix stopped talking, his eyes lit up slightly, and the ghost standing quietly in a corner of the auditorium suddenly moved, grabbing the Pipi ghost and flying towards the hall.

The students walked into the deep foyer as deep as a cave, and swung the rain on their bodies with the help of torches hanging high on the wall.

"Oh my God," Ron said, shaking his head hard, sprinkling water droplets everywhere, "It's like a chicken."

Harry silently twisted his sleeves and squeezed out a large pool of water. His shoes and pants were soaked in water, dragging them down heavily, and his hair stuck to his head wet.

"Then, what is that-" Neville, who came over in the same carriage as them, shouting, looking shocked.

The few people around him raised their heads and looked at the marble steps leading to the auditorium. At the entrance, the flames swayed, a tall figure hung in the air, wearing a long cloak, with its clothes flying, and its silver eyes were very cold.

"What is he carrying?" Further away, someone noticed the movement here.

"A freshman?" Some people guessed that it was too short, like a little carrot.

"How is it possible? They should still be floating on the lake, wait--" A senior student widened his eyes, "That's a Pipi ghost!"

"Pipi Ghost is held in his hand? Oh my God!"

"No, then, that's a camera, dementor!" a student with particularly poor eyes screamed.

The air instantly solidified, and the students took a breath of cold air, their bodies trembled, and they were in a mess.

"Huh-God-Guardian!" Harry pulled out his wand and shouted.

Silver light spread on the ground, and a silver shadow flew out of his wand, a stag, leaping towards the 'dementor' in agile and fearless manner.

Harry didn't have time to think about why the dementor suddenly appeared in the castle. He looked at his patron saint with anticipation, and was extremely convinced that it would once again make contributions to him as before.

"Sizi~"

Harry doubted whether he had read it wrong, but the tall ‘dementor’ stretched out his free hand and held the hart antlers in a row, and his patron saint was forced to stop.

He blinked in disbelief. The lenses were indeed a little blurry, but such a large patron saint would never be mistaken.

Ron stammered: "This, is this the leader of the dementor? Judging from its height, it is not impossible..."

Hermione was trembling all over and took out her wand to try to save herself, "Hu~ protect~ Hu God—protect her body—"

"Hu God Guard!"

A seventh-grade student shouted, and a silver leopard rushed up and was slapped by the "dementor". The freed Pipi ghost immediately crawled into the wall and disappeared.

Before leaving, he shouted exaggeratedly: "The new ghost is fighting with the students! The new ghost is fighting with the students!"

Professor McGonagall hurried over, and the pointed hat on her head was crooked. She shouted angrily: "Pipi, what are you pounding?" But the scene in front of her was different from what she imagined. She blinked and looked at the scene.

"Minerva, it's me." The ghost had to speak, and said in a gentle voice. Seeing the dementor actually speaking, the scene scared several nearby students into a clump.

Professor McGonagall heard his voice and yelled at the ghost in anger: "Felix Happ, pretending to be a ghost to scare students is simply unreasonable, I'll tell you-"

"Uh, this is an accident, sorry, Minerva, they treat me as a dementor..."

Ghost Felix said awkwardly that he never expected that someone would refer to Ghost as a dementor. What's even more outrageous is that Harry immediately released the Guardian Spell to attack him.

Where is the brain?

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, his nose opened and closed, making a heavy breathing sound, which was a sign of her explosion. It was usually accompanied by scolding and deductions, 20 points as a base, and a different amount of staying in the class. However, given that Felix himself is a professor, the ones that follow are not available.

"I'll leave now." The ghost said hurriedly. He didn't want to provoke the furious lion. In this state, even Dumbledore was still in charge. He disappeared with a "whirlwind".

Professor McGonagall's chest kept undulating, and he glanced at the hourglass recorded in the foyer. After a while, she sternly said to the crowd that was soaked in the fallen chickens, "What are you waiting for? Enter the auditorium, hurry up!"

She walked into the auditorium with a dejected student following her, making a clanging sound of water when she walked, leaving wet footprints.

"If I were you, I would try to dry the moisture from my body with a spell."
Chapter completed!