Hogwarts, Where Gu Were Raised

A little girl falls flat on her face... no matter how she develops, it will probably all be smoothed out.

It's the same as rat poison.

William could see it was painful, but he didn't really feel sorry for her; she wasn't his little girl.

Therefore, the smile that appeared on his face... in a general sense, can be interpreted as schadenfreude.

As soon as she crouched down and reached out to take the little penis, Astoria suddenly curled up, pressing the little penis under her unremarkable chest.

William joked, "What, are you really writing bad things about me? That doesn't make sense. I even saved your life, have you forgotten?"

The little girl pressed the little boy down tightly, tilted her head, and said seriously:

"I'll give you all my pocket money from now on, can you please stop selling things on the train?"

William rolled his eyes.

These days... even competitors are starting to engage in cutthroat competition?

Just now Macnair, now it's Astoria... constantly finding ways to stop Akali from doing business.

William flatly refused, saying, "Do you think I'm stupid? How much pocket money do you have?"

Besides, your allowance will eventually be taken by your sister and end up in my pocket anyway.

The little girl raised her sore hand, intending to throw the little boy at William's hateful face.

"You lose it? If you lose it, I'll deduct points from your score." William shook his Prefect Badge.

Astoria then noticed that William was wearing the Prefect Badge.

"Alright, get up by yourself. No one's helping you. Don't try to take advantage of me or try to cheat me. I don't like little girls like you."

Where is your sister Daphne?

"I used the money I'd saved up all summer to buy something in your train carriage."

William's mood improved again; these loyal customers are just great.

Who else?

"Draco, Goyle, and the others."

"..."

Are you sure Malfoy went shopping and not to see Harry?

William just couldn't understand it. With so many handsome guys at Hogwarts, why was Malfoy fixated on Harry?

This must be what love is.

By the time William arrived at the carriage, the fighting was already over.

Hermione gripped her wand and subdued all five of them, suspending them in mid-air above the carriage ceiling.

With Hermione's current abilities, she could really take on ten of them!

"Let me go!" Ron was still yelling, "I'll fuck you to death, Malfoy!"

"Come on, come on." Malfoy, sporting panda eyes, didn't forget his Slytherin tradition, saying sarcastically:

"But let me put your beautiful dress down first. If I get it dirty, you'll cry and call for your mom!"

Malfoy was waving a very "unique" tuxedo in his hand.

It resembled a dark purple velvet dress, with a neckline trimmed with what appeared to be moldy ruffles, and matching lace trim on the cuffs.

Rather than a formal dress, its vintage feel makes it more like an antique.

Malfoy kept fiddling with it, seemingly wanting to put it on and show it off to everyone.

"Weasley, do you really want to wear clothes like that, huh? I mean—they were quite fashionable around the 1790s..."

Malfoy let out a series of loud laughs, and Crabbe and Goyle joined in with their raucous, harsh laughter.

"Go eat shit, Malfoy!" Ron's face turned the same color as his tuxedo robe.

He unleashed a string of nasty insults, including hurling insults at Malfoy's maternal lineage.

It's definitely impossible to translate; even if I wrote it down, it would be censored.

Malfoy's face turned pale, his lips trembled with anger, and he was about to retort when William waved his wand, silencing both of them.

"Hurry up and get out of here, or I'll tell Professor McGonagall after we get off the train and you'll all be put in solitary confinement!"

William put everyone down.

After landing, Malfoy threw his clothes at Ron, glared at Harry resentfully, and slunk away.

Ron quickly packed his clothes, turned around, and yelled at Hermione:

"You shouldn't have used magic to control me! I'm going to punch Malfoy in the face! Whose side are you on anyway?!"

"The two of you are no match for the three of them," Hermione said calmly. "I just separated you in time."

"Stop causing trouble, please be quiet."

"He provoked us first!" Ron roared angrily. "He mocked my dad first. My dad could be promoted anytime... He just likes being in his current position..."

"Okay, Ron, don't let him affect your mood!" Ginny comforted him.

"No way! It won't bother me!" Ron said, picking up the Cauldron Cake Harry bought and mashing it into a pulp.

Harry: "..."

"What bad luck... It's like he knows everything, and we're all kept in the dark..." Ron roared angrily again.

He scolded, "You all knew perfectly well, yet you didn't tell Harry and me."

Hermione looked at William pleadingly.

He waved his wand, Hermione found herself unable to hear anything; everything was quiet around her, and a look of relief appeared on her face.

Then, she picked up her Ancient Runes textbook.

"It's the Triwizard Tournament..." William explained, sitting down in a chair. "The school is hosting Triwizard Tournament."

"What is the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Three schools in Europe, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang, each selected one Champion, and then the three Champion competed in three magical events."

"Beauxbatons... Durmstrang? Is that a school too?" Harry asked, puzzled.

He thought Hogwarts was the only school.

"It's a Europe school; Beauxbatons ranks similarly to Hogwarts in the Europe Magical Education Assessment."

"Durmstrang will be a little further back, because they place great importance on Dark Magic," William said softly.

"Is Hogwarts ranked number one in educational assessments among all schools?" Harry asked expectantly.

William scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

This is a truly embarrassing question.

Hogwarts... the mere mention of it evokes images of a long-established, millennia-old institution with a rich history.

But in reality, among so many magic schools around the world, Hogwarts' educational standards... can only be considered average.

Dumbledore was very capable, but he didn't teach; he only did administrative work.

How is the management level?

Under his diligent management, over the years:

Several professors have died (a thousand words omitted here), Troll have roamed the streets, Basilisk have appeared in Quidditch arenas, Forbidden Forest creatures have stormed the campus, there have been Chamber of Secrets attacks, Thunderbird have attacked the express train, Dementor have roamed in large numbers, and Death Eaters have broken in...

The little incidents that have happened over the years could fill a book called "A Certain Magical Hogwarts".

If we include all the teachers and students who died in the time loop... it would be strange if Dumbledore, the headmaster, wasn't imprisoned in Azkaban.

Isn't it an exaggeration to say that this is destroying the flowers of our motherland?

With your abilities... you still have the nerve to talk about your management skills?

Then look at the professors in each subject... their levels vary greatly, they are all ugly, and their personalities are all different.

This kind of school can still rank in the middle in magic assessments... William doesn't believe it's because they didn't bribe anyone.

Not to mention, good schools generally have a consistent level of teaching quality.

Hogwarts excels in many subjects, but it has one major weakness— Defence Against Dark Magic.

That's right, at most they're only slightly unbalanced in one subject, or to put it more seriously, they're lame.

Hogwarts... Ha, good grief, his legs are gone.

Other schools are genuinely engaged in scientific research, academic pursuits, and education... Hogwarts is just raising parasites.

William couldn't wait to take over as principal, expand and strengthen the school, and show him what education was all about.

Putting everything else aside, please stop touting this talk of humanistic care and let's start with the Hengshui model.

Students' time is accurate to the second, with a small quiz every week and a large quiz every month.

Let's set an OwLs success rate... exceeding 95%, leaving magic schools worldwide speechless and kneeling before us like beggars.

These are real, tangible results!

The professors... they squeezed every last drop out of them, starting with 715. If that didn't work, they gave everyone a Time-Turner.

If that doesn't work, we'll have to resort to the ultimate measure: make everyone look like Professor Binns... Surely then no one will complain about working overtime, right?

However, these words certainly cannot be spoken to Dumbledore and the professors, otherwise, it's uncertain who will die first.

William could only vaguely reply to Harry, "Our school's educational standards are alright... In the United Kingdom, if we're second best, nobody dares to claim to be first."

"..."

"What about Durmstrang? Where is it?" Ron pressed. "Malfoy just said that his dad wants him to turn around."

"Few people know exactly where Durmstrang is," William said softly.

It is located in the Scandinavian Peninsula.

The Scandinavian Peninsula is located in the northwestern corner of Europe, bordering the Baltic Sea, the Norwegian Sea, and the Barents Sea of Northern Europe. It shares borders with Russia and northern Finland, extending north to Finland.

This area is now part of Northern Europe.

"Then their school must be very cold. Ah, just imagine what would happen."

Ron said wistfully, "Pushing Malfoy off the glacier and making it look like an accident probably wouldn't be too difficult... It's a shame his mother loves him so much..."

William rolled his eyes.

He felt there was a greater chance Ron would be killed.

However, Professor Babbling is still one of the School Governor of Grindelwald's alma mater.

Who knows, William might even become the principal of three schools.

He started craving peaches again.

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Finally finished writing it; at least I didn't abandon the project.