Hogwarts had started.
Professor McGonagall came to Murphy again, asking how he planned to arrange the teaching order for years one through seven.
Only then did Murphy realize that the students he had to teach were not limited to first-year newcomers.
And if he followed his original idea of completing all his teaching tasks in one class a week, he would have to gather every student from all years and all four houses into his classroom.
That was obviously impossible.
McGonagall's initial arrangement was a class of about an hour for each year. That way, three to four classes could be scheduled on Friday afternoon, and one teaching cycle could be completed in two weeks.
Murphy nearly exploded when he heard it. Teaching three to four years in a row for an entire afternoon?
That was far too much work. It completely went against his original intention of living a healthy, easy life.
"Professor McGonagall, actually, my course leans more toward practice. It's somewhat similar to Care of Magical Creatures, and doesn't require the difficulty to be raised year by year. In fact, this course has never been offered before, so all students are starting from the same point. There's no need to teach it by year."
Professor McGonagall looked somewhat puzzled. "Forgive me for asking, Mr. Darkholme, but what exactly do you intend to teach?"
That question stumped Murphy.
What? Was it not fine to just let the students move around freely?
His so-called practical class was just a pretext. As for what exactly he was going to teach, he had never thought about it at all.
But if he dared say that, Professor McGonagall would be writing letters to the board of governors and the Ministry of Magic tonight to question Murphy's teaching standards and work attitude.
Murphy