Hogwarts: I have graduated before the system came

When Percy carried the package up.

It's almost time for class.

Douglas had no choice but to put the package aside first, and planned to open it again when he had lunch.

The first day, as usual, is the theory class exam.

Compared with the entrance exam and the first monthly exam, it is obvious that everyone is in a much easier state this time.

After Gryffindor's second year exams.

Ron said excitedly:

"I can't believe it, I thought those questions were so easy..."

Harry nodded happily beside him.

Because the two of them had already finished silently writing their textbooks on Defense Against the Dark Arts, they also remembered their knowledge more firmly than others.

After all, other people just memorized the content of the textbook, unlike Harry and Ron who also wrote down the knowledge silently.

Naturally, the memory of the two of them is not as firm as that of the two of them.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

The other students were a little unhappy when they heard it.

Especially Neville said in a tearful tone:

"I feel like I've almost forgotten all the knowledge I've memorized before."

At noon, Douglas was eating in the office while reading letters from Bill and Charlie.

Along with their letters came some notes from Bill's research on charms, and some processed dragon tendons (Western dragons) that Charlie had obtained.

[Dear Laodao (laodao):

You went to apply for the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and you didn't tell me? ? ?

God, don't you know that's a cursed job?I remember we discussed this...

Xi (cha, Charlie) thinks you are fine, he has always had confidence in you, hehe, I was wondering if I should tell him how miserable you were in the Forbidden Forest back then...

'The son of a thousand gold can't sit down. 'This is what you taught me...

Anyway, I wish you well.

......

This is the second letter, yes you read that right.

The first letter from your mother that you became a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was sent out, and it turned out that a week later, the owl brought the letter back tired, poor thing, he must be very tired.

If I hadn't read the information about you disclosing your identity from the "Daily Prophet" soon, I would have doubted that you would have died in this position...

Guess you must have hidden your name...

Haha, when you studied that magic, was it just for this day...

I will send you some strange curses I have encountered in the past few years and some cracking experiences, hoping to help you...

Let me know if you find anything or run into trouble, I've set aside some time off...  

(You taught me how to use the Muggle mailbox, I learned it, but I sent you a lot of messages, but I didn't see you replying, are you sure this thing is faster than an owl?)

don't forget dsc

looking forward to your reply!

Miss you sb.]

[Dear old way:

So cool that you've applied for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Letters from sb are always full of worries. He feels that you did not tell everyone in advance because you are afraid that everyone will stop you.

When will the cool sb be so sentimental, looking forward and backward?

.....

The last time you were in Romania, talking about dragon tendons might improve the power of your spell.

I took the time to collect some, you know, it's easy for me to...

Looking forward to your finished product...

In fact, you can choose to resign early. I remember you said before that as long as you resign early in this position, there will generally be no problems...

In short, believe you!

Chi (cha) is cooler than sb. 】

Douglas felt very warm when he saw the letters from Bill and Charlie.

The reason why I didn't tell them at the beginning was that I was worried about being blocked. After all, the curse of this position has been widely spread outside.

Laodao, sb, and Yin were the code names of the three of them in school.

Of course, when Douglas came up with the code name at that time, he still had a bit of bad taste.

Bill and Charlie are perfectly fine with it, without knowing the true implications.

So much so that Douglas wanted to change Bill's code name many times later, but he didn't dare to say it.

I briefly looked at the notes Bill sent, some of which were chatted with Bill when he was in Egypt.

Some even involved secret spells at Gringotts, and Douglas could see that Bill was taking a big risk...

As for the dragon tendon sent by Charlie, Douglas knew it was not as easy as he said,

At that time, he just said an idea casually, but he didn't expect Charlie to spend so much effort to help him get it...

In short, Douglas is in a good mood, but he needs to think about how to reply to the two of them.

So in the afternoon exam, everyone found that Professor Holmes was finally different from before, not wandering around in the classroom.

Or standing behind someone, sighing.

Instead, he was sitting on the podium, correcting the papers, and wandering off from time to time.

This made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

The process of answering questions is also very easy.

After the exam, everyone felt relieved, except of course the Quidditch players.

Because starting from November, there will be a Quidditch match basically every two weeks, and they need to seize all the time for training.

Especially this year, when the two colleges have replaced a batch of the latest broomsticks, the Quidditch captains of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are under a lot of pressure.

Night confinement time.

George and Fred acted like sweet babies in the office.

There are also more things written silently than usual.

Of course, this is also Douglas' request.

Most importantly, they discover that Professor Holmes is writing to Bill.

Bill Weasley was the oldest and coolest kid in the family, and he was respected by all the siblings in the family, even the twins who often made fun of Percy.

They didn't want Douglas to send his report to Bill.

When they finished writing silently, they found that there were about four or five foot-long papers in front of Douglas.

It was densely written on it.

But it seems that Douglas still felt that it was not enough, and he continued to write.

The twins blinked at each other.

"Is this writing a letter?"

"I'm afraid I'm not writing a story."

Douglas watched the two look at him, and took what the two had written silently.

"Well, it's not bad, it has made great progress, and the error rate is already within [-]%.

According to your current progress, by the end of this week, your confinement can end.

Of course, I'm not alone in this matter.

You also need to show Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape the content of Transfiguration and Potions that you wrote silently. "

Hearing this, Gemini's face suddenly turned ugly.

Take it to Professor Snape?

According to his attitude towards Gryffindor, if there is a mistake, wouldn't he have to rewrite it from scratch?

But they still force a smile:

"Professor, have we been doing well recently?"

"Yes, professor, you may not know, now the professors of all subjects are praising the two of us in class..."

"Ah, yes, yes, it gave us a lot of points... Hehe."

Douglas looked at the increasingly wretched expressions of the two people, and said with a sneer:

"Doing well?

You should guess why the dictation content will increase today, right? "

George and Fred cough awkwardly.

Douglas thought the two wanted the Marauder's Map, thought for a while and said:

"Your performance has indeed been much better than before, and Professor McGonagall has praised you many times in private...

However, I still have some use for the Marauder's Map for the time being. You know that some things have happened in the castle recently.

After this matter is over, I will return the map to you.

I'll be keeping an eye on the castle these days, you better keep quiet...

To make up for you, I'll invite you to join my magic item research group afterwards.

Bill told me you guys are talented at this.

I can even say a few nice words for you in front of Mrs. Weasley.

Of course, the premise is that your grades can meet my requirements..."

George and Fred looked at each other with surprise on their faces.

He immediately grinned and nodded excitedly.

"Professor, just let us study those things, let us do whatever..."

"Professor, even if we ask us to silently write the textbooks of other subjects... Oops!"

Before George could finish his sentence, Fred stabbed his elbow.

"Professor, George, he was joking, hehe, just kidding..."

They are too difficult. Due to the restrictions of their parents and the lack of funds, too many of their great ideas cannot be developed.

Douglas' words seemed to break through the darkness ahead with a luminous spell on the road to their great dreams...

Douglas smiled. To be honest, the knowledge reserve of the two is still very weak, and they don't have the ability to develop the more advanced props he needs.

But for the sake of Bill and Charlie, Douglas is still happy to train these two promising young people in advance.

However, it was clear that George and Fred were too happy.

'The grades meet the requirements', this requirement is not what Douglas said...

Just when George and Fred felt that they had gained a lot today, they were about to leave Douglas' office.

Suddenly remembering their purpose of pretending to be a good baby today, they withdrew their hands that were about to open the door.

George and Fred started jostling privately again to see who would say this...  

Douglas sat behind the desk, sneered and said directly:

"Actually, I have a small game here, which can help you solve the problem of who is going to say it..."

George and Fred hurriedly asked in unison:

"what game?"

As soon as the words fell, they saw Douglas' face instantly become very ugly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Douglas asked coldly:

"Am I a flood or a beast?

Talk to me, still need to pick Warriors?

Or, what unreasonable demands do you want to make again..."

George and Fred shook their heads quickly.

Then quickly turned around and opened the door, and said while running:

"We're all right!"

"Good evening, Professor!"

"Professor's dream!"