An Unrefusable Course Selection Arrangement

"It's not as simple as you saying it's okay." Professor McGonagall's attitude was particularly firm. "The medical staff have more authority to say this than you do."

As they were talking, there was a knock on the door, and Madam Pomfrey walked in.

"It's you again, Harry Potter." Madam Pomfrey shook her head speechlessly. "What dangerous thing have you done this time?"

"It's Dementor," Professor McGonagall said.

Madam Pomfrey's expression turned serious. She walked up to Harry and touched his forehead.

"It's cold and wet. The headmaster really shouldn't have let them into Hogwarts. It's not very friendly to vulnerable people."

Harry paused for a moment, then immediately said, "I'm not fragile."

"You're not fragile," Madam Pomfrey said listlessly, then checked his pulse. "Luckily, the Dementor didn't do you much damage."

"It was Professor Lupin who used the Patronus Charm to drive away the Dementor in time," Hermione said.

"Really? It seems this Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor is more reliable." Madam Pomfrey was slightly excited. Compared to Gilderoy Lockhart, who was all talk and no action, this new professor was definitely more trustworthy.

"Professor McGonagall, Harry Potter is fine. He just needs to eat more chocolate."

"I've already eaten," Harry said hastily. "Aaron gave it to me."

"Gaius knows quite a lot." Madam Pomfrey gave Aaron an approving smile. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now, or I'll miss the banquet."

"Wait, Bobby, take Harry with you."

"And what about us?" Aaron asked.

"I have something else to tell you, the class schedule," Professor McGonagall said meaningfully. "You won't miss the banquet."

After Harry and Madam Pomfrey left the office, Professor McGonagall looked at them with a weary expression.

"Gaius, Granger, I know better than anyone that you are studious, but you can't be willful and reckless!"

Five elective courses, some of which are offered at the same time, and you all signed up for them all. Are you able to be in two places at once?

Aaron: Yes, I can create clones.

Hermione felt a little guilty, but she still didn't intend to change her mind. "Professor, you know me. I'm really interested in those classes and don't want to miss them."

"You won't say things like that when you're overwhelmed by your studies," Professor McGonagall said, and looking at her stubborn eyes, I couldn't help but sigh.

She took a gold necklace out of the drawer, with a small hourglass at the center.

"Time-Turner. A complete rotation takes you back an hour. You can use this device to complete your elective course."

Hermione's eyes widened upon hearing this, her face beaming with delight.

"Professor, is this for me?"

"It's a loan to you," Professor McGonagall emphasized. "Our Ministry of Magic applied for it for a long time before it was approved because you are an exemplary student."

"Thank you so much, Professor," Hermione said excitedly.

"Don't thank me right away. You must promise me you won't use it for anything other than your studies."

"I assure you, Professor."

Professor McGonagall did not immediately hand over the Time-Turner to her, but solemnly warned her, "There are some points you need to understand."

First, time is mysterious and unpredictable. Whether you want to go to the past or the future, you can only adjust the time within five hours. Once it exceeds five hours, it will cause you great harm, and this tool may also malfunction.

Secondly, time travel must not be discovered by others, especially not by meeting your past or future self, otherwise, if a time loop is created, no one will know the consequences.

Finally, this tool does not reduce fatigue, meaning your learning load will remain unchanged.

"I understand," Hermione said seriously, carefully hanging the Time-Turner around her neck.

"Professor McGonagall, do you mean we should use Time-Turner the elective course?" Aaron frowned slightly; this was quite different from his original plan.

The Time-Turner can ensure that he will not miss any classes, but there are too many limiting factors, so he has to be very careful when using it.

The Thought Form is different; it can split itself into multiple parts to handle the work. Although it might be difficult to keep up when taking three classes at the same time, it is confident that it can make up for it.

Moreover, there's no need to worry, and you won't feel too tired.

"That depends on your choice," Professor McGonagall said meaningfully, then took out a thick envelope from under the table.

"This is?"

"Your Butler sent it to me," Professor McGonagall exclaimed. "I must admit that Jeans ' research on the timetable is professional. He added all the electives to the required courses and created a completely new timetable for you."

You can take up to five elective courses, and make up any you miss on Sundays.

Aaron's lips twitched violently, and several clear black lines appeared on his forehead.

Generous crab gift!

Jeans is meddling way too much!

You always liked to schedule my classes at home, and I didn't expect that I still couldn't escape them even after coming to school.

"Professor, this is inappropriate, really inappropriate," Aaron refused with an awkward laugh. "I can't let you waste your time because of me; my conscience wouldn't allow it!"

"I knew you'd say that," Professor McGonagall said with a smile and a shake of her head. "Jeans. Genes also considered this. He gave a thousand Gold Galleons to several professors as overtime pay, which on average would give each of them two weeks' worth of Galleon, which is more than a month's salary."

He also provided each professor with the best textbooks, and each of you will receive a weekly bonus of Galleon at the end of your third year.

Upon hearing this, Aaron blinked blankly, completely stunned.

Holy crap, you can actually do that?

"There's nothing wrong with this arrangement, but I don't agree with it," Aaron said, somewhat speechlessly. "I can manage my own time, and it's none of his business."

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall shrugged, then took out a box from under the table. Inside was an exquisite silver watch.

"The advanced Time-Turner was specially prepared for you by Mr. Jeans."

"The effect is the same as what I just gave Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall looked at the watch in the box and exclaimed, "To be honest, I was quite taken aback when I saw it. I've never seen such a low-key, luxurious, and sophisticated magical artifact."

Aaron felt as if his heart had been stabbed.

No wonder Vico and the others were so comfortable leaving themselves in Jeans' care; their preparations were far too thorough.

"Ahem! I don't want to travel through time unless absolutely necessary."

Professor McGonagall paused for a moment, "Are you sure?"

"I'm absolutely sure."

"Alright!" Professor McGonagall sighed. "Jeans has left you a third option."

"No need to say anything more, his arrangement is undoubtedly flawless, but this is my class, and I don't want him interfering," Aaron said bluntly.

"No, this is different," Professor McGonagall smiled. "He spoke with Dumbledore specifically to allow you to arrange your own courses."

In other words, if two or three classes start at the same time, you can choose any one of them, and the other two teachers won't treat it as skipping class.

Aaron:...

Goodness, there's no way I can refuse this!

Hermione, standing to the side, was also incredibly surprised. She hesitated, but swallowed her words back, simply feeling that the Time-Turner hanging around her neck no longer smelled so good.

Half an hour later, Professor McGonagall led the two out of the office.

When they returned to the Great Hall, the students had already completed their college ceremony under Professor Flitwick's arrangement, and each of the four colleges received a new batch of fresh blood.

Professor McGonagall strode toward the High Table, while Aaron and Hermione returned to their seats under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

"What does McGonagall want with you?" Draco asked curiously.

"It's a long story!" Aaron shook his head with a wry smile. "I thought Hogwarts was a paradise, but I never expected Jeans to stick his hands in here."

"Your Butler?" Draco's expression turned intrigued as he recalled the man he had praised so highly. "What did he do?"

"He arranged a relatively easy semester for me, but I wasn't very happy about it."

Draco raised an eyebrow speechlessly, "You don't know how lucky you are."

"Perhaps!"

"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts for the new school year." Dumbledore stepped onto the stage, and the previously noisy Great Hall immediately quieted down.

"I have a few words to say before everyone gets too confused by this delicious feast," Dumbledore smile. "First of all, welcome Professor RJ Lupin."

He readily agreed to fill the vacancy and teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

Good luck, Professor.

Lupin stood up with a smile, accepting the applause from the teachers and students with some restraint.

The applause wasn't enthusiastic. Apart from a few people who had witnessed Lupin drive away the Dementor, the others remained somewhat skeptical of the professor in his patched clothes. After all, Lockhart's image was so deeply ingrained that they thought this guy might be a complete idiot.

"Professor Snape seems a little unhappy!" Draco said in a low voice, and the people around him also quietly looked towards the High Table.

Snape's face was ashen, his already stern expression now showing disdain, and his eyes flashing with Abomination.

"I bet Professor Snape has a personal grudge against Lupin," Draco said with great confidence.

"Anyone can see that," Aaron said. "But it also shows that Lupin is indeed very capable, otherwise Professor Snape wouldn't have recognized him as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor."

"Secondly, Professor Kettleburn, the teacher of the Care of Magical Creatures, retired at the end of last semester so that he could have more time to care for the remaining limbs."

Fortunately, I am honored to announce that the person succeeding him is none other than our Rubeus Hagrid.

The applause was much louder this time, especially from Gryffindor House, who all liked the forest ranger.

Hagrid was so excited he was at a loss for words, and after the applause subsided, he quietly wiped away tears of joy with a tablecloth.

He doesn't lack the salary of a professor, but this position is an affirmation for him, both in terms of ability and reputation.