"What's wrong, Ron?"

The little witch with messy hair walked over with a large stack of parchment paper in her arms, all of which were first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts homework.

"Hermione, copy me your Transfiguration paper...... No, 'Learn, okay?' I'm afraid I won't be able to finish writing today......" Ron stared at her.

"No, I remember you're halfway through it?" Hermione leaned over and looked at Ron's Transfiguration homework.

The parchment in front of Ron was sprinkled with minced chicken, and the saliva mixed with it had formed a black mass of ink that had not yet dried.

"W-that's disgusting, Ron!" The little witch looked away in disgust, then held her Defence Against the Dark Arts homework with her left hand and took out her wand with her right hand.

"Tergeo!"

The effect of the spell was remarkable, and the parchment and saliva were swept away.

However, the black ink left on the paper could not be cleaned up.

If Ron dared to take this assignment and hand it over to the stern Professor McGonagall, he probably didn't know how he died......

"Hermione, you see, I can't do my homework anymore." Ron said weakly, "It's getting late, and if you don't lend me your homework, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it."

"If I can't finish my homework, I won't be able to turn it in, Professor McGonagall will give me points, and if I get deducted points, Gryffindor's chances of winning the House Cup will be reduced...... You see, your homework is crucial to whether or not we can win the House Cup!"

Ron said a lot in one breath, thinking that what he said made sense, so he confidently looked up at Hermione who was standing next to her.

"No!" Hermione slapped the thick stack of parchment held in front of her on the table, and proudly straightened her chest, revealing the demon wing badge pinned to her chest, "I'm a teaching assistant now, and I want to set an example for the other first-year students, I can't let bad students like you take advantage of it!"

Ron's face immediately fell.

"Harry, you're saying two fair things." He turned his pleading gaze to Harry, who was sitting next to him watching the play, "Do you think Hermione should lend us her homework and contribute to Gryffindor's House Cup?"

"I don't have to borrow Hermione's homework......" Harry looked in a good mood and was smiling as he put a journal in his bag, "I'm done with my homework, do you want to borrow it, Ron?"

"What?!" Ron was taken aback and stood up.

His exclamation was so loud that the little wizards in the common room saluted him.

Harry quickly gave his classmates an apologetic look before pressing Ron to his seat.

"Ron, what are you making all this fuss about?" He asked dissatisfiedly, "Won't I be able to finish my homework on my own?"

"No, buddy, that's wrong." Ron also calmed down a little, but still whispered to Harry in some disbelief, "I haven't even eaten, I've been writing a transfiguration paper, and I'm halfway through it."

….

"But you ran from the eighth floor to the auditorium on the first floor to eat, and then walked up from the first floor, at least an hour in between, right? You can finish your homework just like that, it's not like you!"

Two black lines immediately dropped on Harry's face.

"Just say you don't see it!" He said huffingly.

"Look! Fools don't look at it!" Ron snatched the parchment from Harry's hand, "Hermione won't lend me her homework, just take yours first."

Ignoring Harry's puffing eyes, he took Harry's Transfiguration Treatise and began to copy it, using his own unique "borrowing" techniques, such as reversing the order of paragraphs, changing the way he used words, and switching between active and passive voices......

However, after "borrowing" a third of the papers

Ron suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Harry, did you really write it yourself?" He patted Harry's arm, his eyes widening without the slightest thought of taking his metamorphosis paper away, "Are you sure this wasn't copied from Hermione?" No, I don't think Hermione wrote it that well!"

"Yes...... I wrote it myself."

Harry glanced unnaturally at his bag.

He didn't tell anyone that he had a magical diary in his bag. This diary can answer any question he has, and can answer any problem he may have in his studies or life......

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After selecting the teaching assistant for grading homework, not long after the time passed, Dracula had a new problem-

He is also responsible for the proposition of the final exam paper......

Hogwarts Main Tower, in the Headmaster's office on the eighth floor.

Dracula lay bored on the couch with his brand new Sorting Hat in his hand, tossed it high into the sky, and then caught it casually, passing the time of boredom.

The Sorting Hat howled dizzily at first, but then it was not known whether it was shaken or whether it had given up the struggle altogether, and it was thrown up and down in the air without saying a word.

"Professor Dracula, you've been lying here for an afternoon." Dumbledore finally couldn't take it anymore, raised his head from his desk, and looked at Dracula on the sofa through his glasses, "With this time in a daze, your Defence Against the Dark Arts exam paper has already been released."

That's right, Dracula came to the principal's office this time to shake off the pot.

The final exam is approaching, and he wants to leave the exam papers to others, and he himself is responsible for appreciating the little wizards' scratching of their ears and cheeks during the exam.

"I'd rather be in a daze here than give them questions......" Dracula casually tossed the Sorting Hat back on its original stool, staring at the ceiling of the principal's office with a casual gaze, "It has to take care of the learning progress, but it also has to be difficult, and it has to be graded at the same time...... Whoever likes to do such a troublesome thing will do it!"

"Doesn't Professor Snape want to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor? Let him do it for me."

"Professor Dracula, Severus just wants to be a teacher, and he won't be obligated to help you with your questions." Dumbledore said, "I think you can make a paper based on what was taught in this school year, using the type of questions you asked last year."

"Why can't I just take last year's questions and use them?" Dracula said lazily.

"The original questions from previous exams are easy for young wizards to find, and many students have done those real questions." Dumbledore shrugged, "It's not fair to other students who haven't done it."

Dracula sighed and slammed his head on the arm of the couch. A crack opened in the handrail of the pure gold on the spot.

"No, I've got to get another teaching assistant! I can't do it without a teaching assistant!

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