From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

Calvin took a good rest in his office for a day before returning to his daily life.At this time, the end of the Easter holiday is not far away.

Calvin was planning to go to the library today to find some books about patron saints, but before he could get down to the fifth floor, he was stopped by a dignified lady.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly and glared at Calvin, "Professor Capet! Where have you been during this Easter vacation? I can't find you anywhere! You were absent from a very important professor's meeting."

"Sorry," Calvin seemed a little at a loss. He didn't have such panic when facing Dumbledore and Voldemort. This was the fear of the dean of students.

"I was studying magic all vacation and didn't notice your message."

Professor McGonagall glanced at him quietly, "Yes, Principal Dumbledore told me the same thing. But I still want to remind you, Calvin, as a professor in the school, you should still focus on teaching. ,What do you think?"

"Ah, yes, Professor McGonagall, that's right." Calvin nodded sharply, "I will focus on teaching in the future."

"Very good," Professor McGonagall said with satisfaction as she moved away from the stairs, and the two of them went downstairs side by side. "This meeting is mainly to remind each professor to start preparing for the final exam."

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall, I've already published the final exam papers," Calvin said.

"It's not that simple," Professor McGonagall taught Calvin like he was in class, "Calvin, this is your first time as a professor, and you don't know the seriousness of the problem yet."

"The preparation for the final exam is more than just three papers. You also have to pay attention to the mentality of the little wizards. Every year, some students have emotional breakdowns and do all kinds of strange things. Of course, you need to carefully screen them to see if they really are. I’m in a bad mood, so I still use this clumsy method to avoid the exam.”

Calvin thought about it carefully, and it seemed that there had indeed been more outrageous things like this recently.This should be the so-called pre-examination syndrome, which is most outrageous in fifth and seventh grade students.

For example, fifth grader Emily Reay vomited out the test paper as soon as she got it during a mock exam.Calvin easily determined that the little witch had taken a dose of scurvy before the exam, while Ree insisted that she was allergic to certain fields that caused the vomiting.

"Miss Rey, I can still tell the difference between allergies and vomiting caused by scurvy. Moreover, I have never heard of allergies to specific fields."

Emily stood up from the ground.

"Now, clean your place yourself," Calvin patted her shoulder, "No magic is allowed."

"Ah?" Emily was about to cry, "Professor Capet, can my exam time be..."

"No," Calvin snapped, "I won't extend a second for you in the trouble you caused yourself."

At this time, Professor McGonagall said again:

"In addition, the period before the exam is also the peak period for the trading of various inferior potions and amulets. As a professor, we must not encourage this unhealthy trend."

"Speaking of which, Professor Capet, the Professor Buendia you recommended is really good. He actually found three black market trading locations in Hogwarts. I believe there won't be a large number of unqualified Buffy this year. The brain-awakening potion, but unfortunately he will be leaving soon. What did he do before, Calvin?"

Calvin smiled awkwardly, unable to tell the truth, so he could only say vaguely, "He has been engaged in the unofficial trade of dangerous potions and dangerous materials for a long time, and has long-term experience in fighting against black magic."

"Oh..." Professor McGonagall paused. She felt that this statement was a bit strange for a moment, but she did not think for a short time what the problem was.

"By the way, there is another very important thing, strictly check for cheating." Professor McGonagall's tone suddenly became very serious, "We must strictly guard against all kinds of automatic answering quills, automatic error correction ink, memory balls and cheat sheet sleeves. etc."

Calvin looked very relaxed, "Don't worry, Professor McGonagall, it's hundreds of years before the little wizard wants to cheat on my exam."

"In addition, you have to be especially wary of the Weasley twins," Professor McGonagall grabbed Calvin's arm and looked directly into his eyes, "I know you have a good relationship with them, so you have to be careful with them. Might make some pretty bold moves.”

"No, they don't dare." Calvin smiled gently.

Professor McGonagall then loosened Calvin's sleeves and murmured: "Well, I spend more than half of my energy every year staring at these twins. If it weren't for their excellent Quidditch skills, I would really like to Let them go to my place of confinement every weekend.”

"They should save you a lot of trouble this semester." Calvin asked. After all, this semester, in addition to practicing Quidditch, the Weasley twins were learning alchemy from him.

"How could it be," Professor McGonagall complained, clutching her chest, "I get even more flustered when I can't see them, and this semester is no less chaotic than before. In addition to the popular Milk Candy at that time, Professor Binns He often complains to me that many little wizards fall asleep in his classes, all because of the audio-visual crystal balls they sell."

Calvin scratched his head. Even Professor Binns couldn't bear it anymore. It's impossible, "Professor McGonagall, doesn't Professor Binns always pay little attention to this kind of thing?"

"So! You should know how unrestrained these little wizards are in the History of Magic class. I bet it would be nice to have a little wizard listen to his lectures in every class." Professor McGonagall looked angry. Looks like a cat with exploded fur.

Professor McGonagall stared at Calvin, the anger in his eyes seemed to be questioning him, "Calvin, look what you did!"

Calvin could only shrink his neck and did not dare to speak anymore.

Just as the two were about to reach the second floor where the library was located, Professor McGonagall and Calvin saw a group of people gathering at the other end of the library entrance on the stairs.

"Longbottom~" A big, young wizard wearing a dark green school uniform stood at the front of the crowd and shouted in a long voice, with a stocky, chubby man standing next to him.Calvin knew both of them, Goyle and Crabbe.

Neville couldn't help but frowned as he looked at the formation in front of him. He didn't understand why they continued to harass him tirelessly when he had tried every means to avoid these people.

So Neville changed direction and turned towards another staircase.

"Hey, little fat guy is scared again. If you ask me, you shouldn't go to Gryffindor. A coward like you should go to Hufflepuff, or be expelled directly." Goyle shouted with a laugh.