early morning

Ravenclaw dining table,

William leaned his notebook against the milk jug and read the contents of the notebook while eating the legendary "Looking Up at the Stars".

Looking up at the starry sky was worthy of the dark cuisine of England, William took a bite of sardines, shivered violently, and his brain shut down for five seconds before he came to his senses.

Roar, exciting!

Hermione took a bite of the salad bread and glanced at William quizzically.

William rarely reads a book while eating, and the content of what he reads is ...... Ancient magic texts for the third grade?

At William's level, it's like graduating from college, but suddenly picking up an elementary school textbook and studying it seriously.

It's so perverse.

Feeling the girl's gaze, William said vaguely: "I suddenly want to take a look, it's still quite interesting." ”

"I don't know which professor is substitute for our ancient magic text." Hermione sipped the milk, a white rim around the corner of her mouth.

"Sixth grade is Professor Sprout, fifth grade is Professor McGonagall, and you are Professor Flitwick.

In that order, we may well be Professor Snape. ”

Hermione wiped her mouth and said unhappily, "I'd rather be Professor McGonagall than Professor Snape." ”

"Because he doesn't give you a chance to answer questions?" William couldn't help but laugh.

"That's because he's biased, and he'll always only ask Harry." Hermione pouted.

"I don't know when Professor Babling will come back from the United States, I heard that she teaches the best."

"She can't come back...... Well, at least not this year. William looked up and asked, "Hermione, who do you want to teach you ancient magic lessons?" ”

"It's not Snape and Professors Trelawney."

Snape didn't give Hermione a chance to answer questions, and Trelawney was the professor she hated the most.

"I've got to get points, Gryffindor is deducting too many unnecessary house points...... I still want the Academy Cup. Hermione also pulled out the ancient magic textbook.

"When I first entered the school, I heard Professor McGonagall say that." William laughed, "I've been talking about it for years, but if you Gryffindor haven't won the House Cup in eight years."

So this kind of thing, just think about it, don't pay too much attention to it. ”

"That's because there are always all kinds of accidents, I will definitely brush up the marks in the ancient magic text class, you wait!"

Hermione shook her fist and glared at the boy pointlessly.

"How about we make a bet?" William's eyes were intoxicating, and he smiled softly, "Hermione, I'll bet on you for this lesson...... If you can't get more than ten points, if you can get it, count me as losing! ”

"What's the matter," Hermione was taken aback, "you've gotten the news, Professor Snape is in class?" ”

"I'm sure he's not going to class." William explains:

"Trelawney dropped out of school in the first grade to study at the 'Family School of Magic', and she won't teach you ancient magic texts......"

Hermione's eyes rolled and she said eagerly, "Good! As long as it's not them, you're going to lose, I don't believe I won't even get ten points! ”

Hermione studied with William for a long time, and basically taught herself all the ancient magic texts in the third grade.

This is another difficult class, the teacher asks questions, only she raises her hand, and she will definitely be able to brush up the score.

Hermione confidently asked, "What's the stake?" If you want to bet, bet big! ”

William forced a smile and said, "You ......!" ”

"Huh?" Hermione puffed out her mouth, her eyes widened, and her face flushed.

"You...... Make a bet! ”

Hermione rolled her eyes, snorted softly, and said in a tone that was sure of William: "Let the other party do one thing, anything, the kind that can't be opposed...... Do you dare to bet? ”

"Okay, just don't regret it." William laughed.

"I won't regret it, I'm afraid that you dare to agree, but you don't dare to do it." Hermione lifted her pointed chin haughtily.

William put away his notebook and poured himself a cup of coffee.

This morning needed extra caffeine, after all, it was his first class.

As for the betting...... Even the casino is William's, and the referee is also him, what does Hermione fight with him?

William didn't do whatever he wanted to her, he could do whatever he wanted.

Silly girl.

After the two of them finished breakfast, Hermione packed up her textbooks and walked towards the Ancient Magic Classroom. William left with her.

"Are you going to the library?" Hermione asked.

"No...... I haven't been able to go to the library lately, and Mrs. Pince won't let me in. ”

"Why?"

"The voice I spoke in the library yesterday...... When she was older, she wasn't allowed to go. William mumbled.

"I'll go with you to the Ancient Demon Scripture Classroom, there will be a special teacher today, and I'm going to audit."

Ah, the special teacher that even William wants to audit......

"It can't be Professor Dumbledore, right?" Hermione snapped.

"If it's the principal, I'll probably have to use a time turner to brush up on the class a few more times...... You have to use a polyjuice decoction to become someone else. ”

William smiled but said nothing.

The Ancient Demon Script's classroom is located at the end of the corridor on the third floor, and is an ebony wooden door.

The door has no handles, just a bronze statue of a bat, hanging from the edge of the door, which looks like a large-mouthed bat.

As the two approached the classroom, the bat statue suddenly opened its eyes, its mouth opening to reveal its thin teeth.

The ebony door opens automatically.

William walked in, and there were already seven or eight students sitting in the classroom.

Hermione sat down in the middle of the first row. This is the standard haunted area for top students.

The other students sat in the back rows.

Everyone looked at William curiously, talking to each other, wondering why he was here.

Could it be that there was no ancient magic text from the last school year and needs to be retaken?

But then the year was denied, and Stark needed to rebuild, which was completely impossible.

Several Slytherin girls looked at Hermione jealously, wondering if they should sit in the first row.

Five minutes before class, the professor hadn't arrived, and the whole classroom was chattering about who would substitute for them.

It was widely assumed to be Professor Snape, and all the little snakes were very proud.

After a few moments, the door suddenly opened, and Professor McGonagall entered.

She wore an emerald green cloak, her expression was serious, her eyes were like knives, and she swept around through her square glasses.

Everyone shut up, and immediately sat down in their seats, as quiet as a stupid badger.

McGonagall said sternly, "I heard you arguing in the office, and in the whole grade, your class was the loudest.

If I don't come, will you still be able to run the castle to the top?! ”

Professor McGonagall glanced at William again, and said in a serious tone, "Mr. Stark, I know you're the first time, and you're inexperienced, but you have to maintain some discipline. ”

"I see, Professor McGonagall, I'm sorry." William awkwardly stood up and left his seat.

Professor McGonagall closed the door gently.

William took a few deep breaths and calmly walked towards the podium, where everything was ready when the bell rang.

Everyone looked at William in amazement. Everyone seems to be aware of something.

William looked around and said in a deep voice: "Because of some force majeure factor, I am temporarily serving as the ...... of the ancient magic text teacher in the third grade of this semester."

The classroom was silent, and Hermione was glaring at William in disbelief with her mouth wide open.

Her boldest thought, that is, Dumbledore coming to class, did not expect it to be ...... William.

"Are you kidding, William?" Seamus Finigan said loudly.

"Oh, Mr. Finigan, I hope it's a joke too. It's best that I'm still dreaming about it. William laughed.

"William, are you eavesdropping on me, I was still telling Harry yesterday that it would be nice if you came to class!"

Seamus Finigan slapped the table excitedly.

"They're going to be jealous of me!"

William pressed his hand, "Be quiet, you wouldn't want Professor McGonagall to come and sit in and help maintain discipline by the way, right?" ”

Everyone chuckled under their breath.

No one doubted that William's strength was not enough, of course, professor.

The Merlin Medal and the Medal of Valor, and the fight against the Thunderbird on the train, have shown his strength.

They couldn't wait to learn some magic from William.

At this moment,

The door was opened again.

Malfoy, Pansy, and a group of people walked in.

Malfoy looked at William on the podium for five seconds, rubbed his eyes, and walked out again, glancing at the classroom number.

"Mr. Malfoy, come in quickly, you haven't gone to the wrong classroom." William glanced at his watch.

"But you're three minutes late...... I think, Slytherin...... Buckle 10 points! ”

Roar, it's cool to be a teacher!

At the very least, he could deduct points for Slytherin.

William winked at Hermione again.

Remind her,

Don't forget

Gambling on the matter.

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