MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v2 Chapter 17 Bland routine and exam notification

A normal Saturday afternoon shortly after school started.

"She's very talented." Snape marked Harry's homework, and he wrote a big O, which means Outstanding.

He Shenyan sat aside, he was also correcting his homework, but it was Snape's. He will be much more ruthless: "Yes. And harder than you. Mr. Snape, I don't know if you have checked this paper of yours. When you discussed the difference between Portal and Apparition, you put your discussion of the two together. Wrote it the other way around. It was a very low-level mistake."

Snape was silent for a while, then said, "...I'm so sorry, Professor."

He also remembered the vanilla ice cream that Harry had given him when he came to him after dinner that day. It tasted really good. After a short while, he lost his mind again.

...What is wrong with me?

Snape sat up straight and continued to work. He Shenyan put his homework aside, picked up Dumbledore's and looked at it. At Hogwarts, it wasn't just the students to learn, but the teachers as well. They teach students from Monday to Friday, and they have to listen to He Shenyan's lectures on Saturday and Sunday.

Compared to Snape, Harry's life was much better. After class she would either spend time in the library with Hermione or run wild on the playground with Ron. Seniors play Quidditch, but freshmen don't have the opportunity to take Quidditch lessons this year. So they sometimes run to watch the senior students play. Ron's twin brother started laughing at him a lot about it - until they saw Harry with Ron.

At that moment, their expressions made Ron laugh for three days. He wanted to laugh when he remembered it, and often laughed out loud while eating, which caused many people to think he was crazy. Ron just explained: "You just didn't see their expressions. That kind of shock, unwillingness, and envy mixed together, wanting to come and play together but not dare to look really funny!"

Then he was punished by his two brothers for a week.

Harley is well known at Hogwarts—not just for her weird title of 'The Girl Who Lived', but for her great looks—and Harley herself doesn't seem to be aware of it. Hogwarts now has no dress code. She often dangles around in a tailored black suit or slouchy jacket, her red hair blazing. It is said that some people wrote love letters to her and read them in public. Snape, who had arrived, had to clean the abandoned Potions classroom for two weeks.

Dumbledore is much more leisurely than other faculty members. The school board didn't bother again. He basically does not attend classes, even if he does occasionally, he is a substitute class. Most of the time, I was studying the book "Basic Spells" that He Shenyan gave him. This book is thick and exaggerated, and although the title is basic, the content is completely out of line with the basics in Dumbledore's opinion. He had to fill three kraft paper notebooks and run to He Shenyan's office four or five times a day, and most of the time it was late at night, but no matter when he went, He Shenyan would answer patiently.

And Dumbledore never saw him sleep.

In addition to learning about it, he also took one day a week to visit Voldemort, who had only one skin left, in Azkaban. Dumbledore was reluctant to elaborate on his details. But he seemed to be in a better mood every day - Snape asked privately, and the nasty old man just told him with a cheerful smile, "Oh, don't worry. My dear Severus, you just have to supervise. Just keep studying hard, Miss Potter, and you don't need to worry about other things."

He blinked playfully when he said this, and Snape's teeth itch every time he thinks of this.

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When people are concentrating on something, time usually flies very fast. The one-and-a-half hour class was fleeting, and Harley was biting her pen, not choosing an activity even after class was over. She was frowning because of some text on the blackboard, and Malfoy, who was sitting behind her, looked at the back of her head with a dull expression, unaware that he looked like an idiot at this time.

Next to Harry, Hermione scribbled frantically on her notes, so fast that Ron, who was beside him, almost thought she had done a trick to her pen. Ron looked at his notebook. After a class, he basically only wrote three paragraphs.

The boy wailed in his heart, his face still light. He also learned how Harry looked up at the blackboard and recognized every word, but he couldn't recognize them all together.

Twenty minutes later, he saw the young professor walk into the classroom and tap the podium with his fingers expressionlessly.

It wasn't loud, but all the noise was gone. He Shenyan said: "I think it is necessary to inform you that the Christmas holiday is coming soon. On the eve of the holiday, I will conduct a test for everyone. If you have been serious enough in class before, this test can be said to be very simple. You can also take advantage of this time to ask me, or ask other classmates who you think have learned well."

He paused, satisfied to see the terrified expression he wanted. "Those who pass the test will get a small gift from me," he said with a smile. "And if you don't, don't be too nervous. We'll see you in January."

Ron could no longer hear the professor's voice, and the word "exam" echoed in his mind. From the left brain to the right brain, a cold air rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he didn't listen to anything in this class.

"...Ron! Ron!"

Ron walked to the cafeteria with the book and notebook in his arms, looking like a living corpse. Harry called him twice from behind, but he didn't respond. Harry had no choice but to pat him on the shoulder, and Ron turned his head back with a face ashen, that look made Hermione scream from Harry's side. The scream also startled Ron, and his notebook dropped to the ground. It happened to be opened, revealing the paper that was basically the same as white paper.

"I now know why you have this expression." Harry looked at him and nodded.

Ron picked up the notebook. He is now full of thoughts about what he looked like after he failed the exam. Fred and George would have known, they would have told Mom, and maybe Ginny would have... God, I'm so stupid, doesn't they know it means everyone knows? ! I'll be the only Weasley who failed the exam the first time...

But, I don't know why. Compared with the images in his mind, he seemed to be more afraid of disappointing another person.

Ron walked away alone. Harry and Hermione stood there. The disheveled girl said worriedly, "He looks terrible, Harry."

"Yeah, but we don't seem to be able to help him either. The professor will remind him to be serious before every class when the school starts. If he doesn't want to learn, there's nothing he can do. I can only lend him my notes at most, but I I don't know if he wants to watch it or not." Harry lifted the red hair around her ear in distress. Malfoy sneaked away from her, and the two servants who had been inseparable had long since disappeared.

"Does he really think we can't find out that he's been following you?" Hermione asked Harry with a frown as she watched the guy leave the corridor.

The red-haired girl just shrugged indifferently, and then dragged Hermione towards the library.