From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Chapter 61: I'm sorry too



   Fifteen minutes, or less.

   The rustle of writing in the classroom began to intermittently, and William raised his head from the lesson plan, and began to pay attention to the students with great interest.

   is different from the joy he had just stepped into the classroom. At this moment, most of the people's faces were obviously anxious, especially the ones with the most confident expressions when they were writing papers. Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. You know it's September.

   William began to walk slowly in the classroom, his eyes scanned the student's test paper, and when he met a student who answered a little bit more questions, he silently wrote down the student's name and appearance.

   After he spent ten minutes reading everyone's test papers, the classroom became extremely depressed.

The sound of    quill pen writing on the test paper has disappeared throughout the classroom, and someone flips the test paper from time to time, starting from the first page of the letter, but the quill pen that I picked up is not even placed on the parchment before being put on hold.

   The better the student, the greater the frustration he will face when facing this test paper-after working hard for so long, when facing the real OWLs exam, it is the same as not learning anything.

   By the time the exam was half an hour, the entire classroom had completely entered the garbage time.

All the students gave up answering the questions. Some of the quick-tempered students have already begun to harm the fine fluff on the quill. They are like the authors who are close to the dead line, licking the upper hair desperately, as if they can get something in this way. Inspiration, and then you can complete the **** test paper in front of you as quickly as some magical magic has been cast.

   "Papa!"

   William stood on the podium and clapped his hands.

   "Half an hour has passed, and I found that everyone seems to have given up answering the questions-should I collect the papers in advance to explain the papers, or give you another half an hour to continue the test?"

   Almost everyone sighed for a long time. A few sting-headed students seemed to want to put forward some different opinions, but under the strange eyes of the people sitting nearby, they still did not raise any objections from their hearts.

   "Well, everyone hand out the papers forward. Students in the first row, please hand in the test papers to me, and then everyone takes out the textbooks and reads the first 20 pages above."

   The order that would surely cause commotion in the past was executed very cleverly today. These students handed out test papers as if they were handing out a hot potato.

   The thick stack of papers was put on the desk again, but the students underneath were silent as if they had been beaten by frost.

   It wasn't until William started to review the test papers that the students below began to whisper.

   "How are you doing?"

   "It was a terrible defeat-I did a little bit before, but I can't understand it afterwards, how about you?"

   "It's the same, but I made a question later, and I feel that many things on the top have not been touched. Is it really the original question of the previous year?"

   "I don't know, the professor won't lie to us, right?"

  ...

   "Hey, Nancy is crying, have you seen it?"

   "I see, keep your voice down, do you want to be isolated?"

  ...

On the podium, William is quickly judging papers. In the thick stack of test papers, there is very little written part. Even if there are a few bold ones, they can be judged directly from the beginning. With a few questions, the thick stack of test papers is divided into three stacks at a speed not much slower than the stamping.

   When the last test paper was dropped to the thickest stack, only five minutes had passed since William's scheduled one-hour test time.

   It took five minutes to re-transcribe the results, and William stood up and scanned the entire class.

   "The correction of the test paper is completed, I guess, no one wants me to read out the results on the spot, right?"

  No one answered the conversation—the fifth grader is now, and everyone knows how many answers they can get.

   "Now let's roll out the rolls."

   William mixed the three-folded test papers in front of everyone, and then scrambled, and then began the roll call.

   After he wandered around and handed out the last test paper, he returned to the podium and said in a painful tone of force pretending:

   "Poor, very bad, very bad-this is my only evaluation of the results of this exam."

   "The best grade is P (poor), but even with this grade, only three students got it."

"Ravenclaw’s Nancy Wallen, Guy Walker, and Hufflepuff’s Lenna Eddie, these three classmates each received five points for their academy as a reward for their best grades— But everyone, applause is forbidden."

   "This is not an ideal result, and I don't want anyone to be proud of such a result. According to the regulations in previous years, such a result can't get into the improvement class at all, let alone get the N.E.W.Ts certificate."

   "I know, maybe some people are not convinced, then we will give a brief explanation of the test paper."

   William picked up his lesson plan and turned to the pages where the question was given.

   "The first question, the 1990 OWLs exam, the fifth question, the original question."

   "The second question, the 1979 OWLs exam, the eleventh question, the original question."

  ...

   "The last question, the 1975 exam, the eighth question, minus a limit from the original question."

   William put down the lesson plan and looked around all the students.

   "All the questions, except for the three questions with slightly modified restrictions, are all the original questions for the past 20 years."

   "In order to prevent some classmates from having any questions about these exam questions that I have selected, which are older than you, I am here to tell you one thing in advance."

"The Wizarding Examinations Administration—that is, the organization responsible for OWLs and NEWTs examinations. Their supervisor is Professor Gusrda Marcheban. She once served as the chief examiner of Principal Dumbledore, and in my opinion, Professor Macchiban will be able to serve as the head of the bureau for at least another 30 years, so this long-term real question will be our most valuable reference."

   "Fake, professor?"

   "Principal Dumbledore’s examiner! Is this true, Professor?"

   "Really, it's as true as you almost handed in a blank paper."

   William snorted and beat the slightly active student back to the original state.

   It's no wonder the students are surprised—he was taken aback by the information when he was studying the Wizarding Examination Authority, Dumbledore's invigilator!

   It’s like finding a photo of someone who was young when he was young, and it makes people have the desire to explore, but it’s a pity—the subject of this class is not exploration.

   "I don't think I can accept that a group of O.W.Ls students submit this kind of paper like this one year later. I think you should think so too."

  William turned his head, and while writing swiftly on the blackboard, he released a little bit of uncontrollable pride.

   "Tutorial, improve, sprint!"

Three words    appeared on the blackboard.

   "I originally wanted to make everyone happy, but unfortunately, everyone's foundation is a bit low." Regret appeared on William's face. "In the next year, we have to work hard."

  Ps: Chapter 2 will be at noon tomorrow (maybe a little later)

  


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