O.W.L.s Exam Cram School!

As Professor McGonagall said, fifth grade is the year of O. W. L. exams, and all students must be on high alert.

The result of this tension was... the professor became stricter.

Professor Flitwick, who was originally kind and gentle, had become like Goblin from Gringotts;

The strict Professor McGonagall has directly reached the pinnacle of menopause;

Professor Trelawney, who had previously been an aloof and shrewd old con artist, took the initiative to explain the very thing she usually despised: the exam-oriented system.

Only Professor Snape remained the same, refining his yin and yang energies day after day.

The professors started to be strict, so Hagrid naturally followed suit and began deducting points.

This isn't really Hagrid's fault; he was led astray by the other professors.

Since professors already have their own offices, why does the university need to set up shared teaching and research offices?

It's for teachers to exchange ideas and share experiences!

Of course, the teaching and research office is more often a place where teachers scheme against each other and show off their own students.

For example, when they won the House Cup consecutively, Professor Snape would wander around the classroom every day, holding the Quidditch Cup and insisting that Flitwick touch it.

Once Ravenclaw dominated the screen, he stopped going there as much.

The reason is simple: I don't want to see that short, ugly Flitwick.

Similarly, students from all four colleges were arguing about who was more of Champion... Didn't the Taoism?

Of course they argued! They were debating in the teaching and research office too!

William is truly the root of all evil; he single-handedly tore Hogwarts Diffindo.

Although the research office is full of tension, it doesn't lack the life experience to impart.

Despite being the longest-staying student at the school, almost like a resident, Hagrid is only a newcomer with a little over a year of experience in his actual job.

Her teaching experience was similar to William's.

William had seen Professor McGonagall instruct Hagrid to be stricter, especially during the O. W. L. exam year, and not to joke around with them.

Therefore, Hagrid, who never deducted points from William and Cho, also began to show courage.

In just a short while, he deducted points from several students. Everyone immediately became obedient.

Hagrid was brave, but the lessons he taught were even more pathetic than those of Mad-Eye.

The magic Moody teaches has nothing to do with exams, but it can save lives in crucial moments.

What Hagrid teaches is not only irrelevant to exams, but in crucial moments... it can be deadly.

Those adorable little Blast-Ended Skrewt, which Hagrid called "picky eaters," have grown to an astonishing 1.5 meters long.

Moreover, they enjoy killing each other, much like raising poisonous insects.

But Hagrid insisted that everyone cultivate the Blast-Ended Skrewt.

He brought up a new idea in this lesson:

The reason why the Blast-Ended Skrewt can kill each other is because they have excess energy that they have nowhere to release.

To solve this problem, Hagrid proposed:

"Each student must tie a string to Blast-Ended Skrewt and take it for a walk."

"That's not a dog, Hagrid, it's Blast-Ended Skrewt!" McLaggen exclaimed.

"It's alright, they're not dangerous at all!" Hagrid waved his hand.

"Just tie the rope to the middle of the Blast-Ended Skrewt."

"Hmm—I'm afraid you'll need to wear your Dragonhide Gloves as an extra precaution."

Everyone immediately grabbed ropes to tie up the Blast-Ended Skrewt.

Taking this opportunity, Hagrid said to Cho with a serious expression:

"So—you're going to the competition, Qiu. To participate in the Triwizard Tournament. To become the school's Champion."

Qiu nodded. "Yes."

Beneath Hagrid's thick, bushy eyebrows, his beetle-like, dark eyes conveyed deep concern.

"You children... don't know how dangerous that is."

Sigh! I told Ron this morning, and he didn't seem to care at all, thinking that no matter how dangerous it was, it couldn't be more dangerous than Blast-Ended Skrewt...

In fact, Qiu thought so too; she also felt that the Blast-Ended Skrewt was more dangerous.

The 1.5-meter-long Blast-Ended Skrewt are not only incredibly strong, but they are also no longer plump; instead, they have grown a thick, grayish-white armor.

Every now and then, with a terrifying crackling sound, the tail of a Blast-Ended Skrewt would explode, propelling Blast-Ended Skrewt forward several meters.

More than one student was pulled down to the ground and struggled desperately to get up.

This isn't about walking Blast-Ended Skrewt; it's about being walked by Blast-Ended Skrewt!

William's Blast-Ended Skrewt also became agitated, and its tail suddenly stabbed towards his hand.

William was not about to tolerate this. With a flick of his left hand, his silver sword Cleansweep across, striking the tail of the Blast-Ended Skrewt and sending Mars flying.

Wow! This little thing has a really thick shell.

They can be sold to Goblin to make armor.

He discovered a use for the Blast-Ended Skrewt.

William took a step back, and a broad, thick longsword reappeared in his right hand.

This weapon was bought from Goblin. Although it is not as good as the Sword of Gryffindor, the Goblin's craftsmanship is exactly the same.

It's at least sharper than the alchemical sword Dumbledore gave me.

William gripped a sword in each hand, and with a dazzling flash of light, his right sword pierced downwards from the waist of the Blast-Ended Skrewt.

He pinned the entire Blast-Ended Skrewt to the ground.

Goblin weapons can absorb substances that enhance them. Sword of Gryffindor, for example, absorbed Basilisk venom and can destroy Horcrux.

The sword in William's hand hadn't been poisoned yet, so the Blast-Ended Skrewt didn't die.

Surprisingly, when he drew his sword, the Blast-Ended Skrewt seemed a little scared and became completely docile.

If I don't poke you,

I had no idea how powerful that old man was!

How shameless!

Under the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, William waved his wand and used Transfiguration to transform the stone on the ground into a skateboard.

He then pulled out two more ropes and tied them to the skateboard.

William stood on it, and each time the tail of the Blast-Ended Skrewt exploded, the skateboard was dragged forward three or four meters.

Thus, Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewt became a completely new mode of transportation, much like a flamethrower engine.

Coach, I want to learn this!

All the students looked at their own Blast-Ended Skrewt with burning eyes.

A group of Beauxbatons students were sitting in a huge room having class.

That floor-to-ceiling window offered a perfect view of William plunging his sword into the belly of the Blast-Ended Skrewt.

"Cool! Did you see that?!" a girl exclaimed. "So cool!"

"See? See? I told you long ago, Stark is the most handsome wizard, but you wouldn't believe me! Now you're really delusional!"

They were in class, and a bunch of witches were screaming.

"It's just so-so, about even with me," a seventeen-year-old male student said sourly.

"I'm interested in that sword, but I wonder where I can buy one."

"Come on, you can't afford it, Isaac!" the first female student laughed.

"I happen to have one in my vault. It's a weapon made by Goblin, and you can't buy it for less than fifty or sixty thousand Galleon!"

Fifty or sixty thousand Galleon... Isaac gasped. That's fucking extravagant.

But then I thought of the newspaper reports that Stark made five million bets on the Quidditch World Cup... fifty or sixty thousand is nothing to him.

"Rose, aren't you friends with Stark? Could you invite him to our carriage?" another witch asked hastily.

"He saved my life," Rose said with a wry smile. "We wouldn't call him a friend..."

"That's enough!" another female student said.

"Rose, you invited him over under the guise of thanking him! We sisters will all thank you."

Rose sighed softly. It wasn't that she hadn't written letters before, but they had all been politely refused.

She stared intently at the young wizard, lost in thought.

After a moment, he suddenly said:

"Delacour... she should be able to invite her over. I heard... Stark and she have known each other for many years."

No one spoke.

Delacour invited the Stark; what business is it of theirs?

This guy is the public enemy of all the girls in Beauxbatons.

"Ah, Stark is coming toward the carriage!" someone shouted.

All the students stood up and ran outside.

At the very front of the classroom was a large glass window. Soon, a professor appeared inside.

The students from Beauxbatons were taken to Hogwarts, but they still had to attend sixth and seventh year classes.

After all, they also have to take the O. W. Ls and NEWTs exams.

Since teachers can't come to Hogwarts, they can only conduct remote "video" classes in this way.

Then, he was dumbfounded.

He just went to the restroom... how come the student was gone when he came back?

This is a serious teaching accident!

"William, are you sure you want to go see Madame Maxime?"

As they crossed the meadow, Qiu couldn't help but ask, "She doesn't seem like someone you can talk to."

"Do you still want to pass the exam?" William asked.

Qiu hesitated, then said, "I want to, but..."

"That's fine then. Judging by the current trend, you probably won't make it through," William said calmly.

The school was already in turmoil with the upcoming Triwizard Tournament.

Defence Against Dark Magic class, Mad-Eye Moody teaches students daily how to deal with Dark Magic and how to resist the Unforgivable Curses.

They didn't hand in any exam content.

In the Care of Magical Creatures, Hagrid had everyone take care of the Blast-Ended Skrewt. William also led everyone on a skateboarding trip today.

It's absurd that students can pass just these two courses.

And then there's Potions Class... those written exam questions, and Professor Snape's explanations, were beyond the comprehension of most students.

So many students need tutoring!

The most outrageous thing was the answer key circulating in the school. William got very angry when the answer key was mentioned.

This has seriously affected the grades of Hogwarts students!

He was even considering reporting it!

William believes... it's time for Akali's Mystery Shop to get involved in the education field!

He's going to open an O. W. Ls exam preparation cram school!

Making money is secondary; the key is to contribute to the education cause in the British Isles... to shine and give back.

So, who should we get tutoring from?

Of course, it's the Champion ' lady from Beauxbatons.

These students are already in seventh grade and have just taken their O. W. L. exams. Those brought by Madame Maxime must be the most outstanding students.

They could totally tutor Hogwarts students.

The price... foreign teachers, naturally, will be higher!

William wasn't really in it for the money.

It's simply to let students know... that knowledge is priceless!

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