HP: Hogwarts, but pro-generation

She took a deep breath and tried to make her tone sound relaxed and normal. "It's so rare that we meet at this time."

Hogwarts has a limited number of professors, each of whom is responsible for seven grades of courses, which is a huge workload. Except for eating, they basically have no time to get together.

There was nothing wrong with what Professor McGonagall said; the problem lay in the hesitant expressions of her colleagues.

Professor Sprout was the first to find Professor McGonagall, and she was also the first to speak, "I know Gryffindor students are very enthusiastic, but my herbs have lost a lot of leaves."

Pomona Sprout expressed her sadness. On the one hand, she was touched that the Gryffindor children were willing to help her tidy up the herb garden, but on the other hand, she felt sorry for the leaves that fell due to their unskilled movements.

With the Hufflepuff head of house taking the lead, the heads of the other two houses started talking.

"They are so thoughtful. I don't have to prepare any potions ingredients next semester."

"Yes, yes. This is the first time I see them being so active in Charms class. It would be better if they could be more accurate."

It was the first time that Professor McGonagall heard them praising Gryffindor together. She showed a gratified and somewhat proud expression and said modestly, "It's nothing. They have all grown up."

But the three old friends didn't hear her words. They were immersed in telling each other about Gryffindor's thoughtfulness.

Professor Slughorn stroked his beard and sighed: "Each of them wants me to add points for them - that's fine, they have done so much for me, and they look so expectant, I really can't refuse."

Minerva McGonagall swore that her smile must be very stiff now, stiffer than if she had stood outside with her Animagus on for twelve hours!

The three friends talked for a long time before they remembered what their original purpose was. Even if they had not discussed it in advance, they were sure that they had the same idea.

"Minerva, are you being too harsh on Gryffindor?" Professor Flitwick's shrill voice rang out. "I'm sorry, I didn't say you were managing the students, it's just that..."

Professor McGonagall is a witch worthy of respect. She has served as the Transfiguration professor, the head of Gryffindor, and the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts for so many years, which is enough to show that she is outstanding in ability and manages students fairly and justly.

Her old colleague had said this, so what else did she not understand? She didn't have full confidence in her management, but she could guarantee that she would not be biased towards any one college. She would deal with students who made mistakes on a case-by-case basis and would not be too harsh on them.

So the problem is not with her.

That can only be...

Professor McGonagall still kept smiling, "They are really very energetic. I will ask the prefect to see what happened."

Her smile continued until the three heads of the colleges left, and watching them disappear in the corridor, Professor McGonagall could no longer hold back.

It is true that the relationship between the deans is harmonious, but that does not prevent them from secretly comparing themselves with each other. Everyone hopes that their college is the best.

What Professor McGonagall didn't expect was that today three deans of different colleges came to her to complain. The Gryffindor students had good intentions, but why did she feel like she had lost?

She couldn't criticize these proactive students, as it would discourage them, but she couldn't just ignore them either...

On Halloween Eve, a thousand live bats fluttered between the walls and the ceiling in the hall. The ceiling, which was originally enchanted to look like the outside, was replaced by a thousand dark clouds. They made the candles in the pumpkins flicker, and the whole Hogwarts was immersed in the joy of the festival.

Professor Dumbledore sat in the middle of the staff table and looked at the noisy students below. He learned from Minerva a series of events that led to the Gryffindors getting extra points.

Sylvanus Kettleburn, the professor of their Care of Magical Creatures course, had come to see him a long time ago. Some of the Flobberworms had died under the careful care of the Gryffindors, but fortunately they stopped in time.

Kettleburn said angrily that if he continued like this he wouldn't even have any Flobberworms to use for his exams at the end of the term.

And the poor caterpillars were sent to Professor Slughorn.

Faced with Kettleburn's accusations and Minerva's serious face, Dumbledore had no choice but to agree to take care of these energetic young wizards.

He tapped his cup, and the sound of the amplifying charm echoed throughout the hall: "Before the banquet begins, I have a few words to say."

The little wizard, who couldn't wait to start eating, had to stop and listen to what the important matter was.

If you don’t hear it, you won’t know. The students from the other three houses didn’t expect that the Gryffindors would do so much behind their backs!

How abominable.

They kept regretting that they had missed such a good opportunity and let Gryffindor take the lead. Everyone was cutting the steak on the plate fiercely, as if they were cutting off Gryffindor's head.

The Gryffindors here are also lamenting, thinking, since the professors are so grateful to us, why don’t they let us do more?