42 42. The Worrying Teaching Level At Hogwarts

Eating melon is always the First driving force in solving human procrastination.

With a roar, the entire Hufflepuff dormitory stirred up, and everyone rushed out. There were even a few little wizards who came out in their pajamas.

At this time, Hufflepuff's advantage was once again reflected. They lived in the basement, and the auditorium was just above. It didn't take long to reach the battlefield.

There were many people gathered together in the auditorium, and Wayne found a gap and squeezed in.

Inside, there was a lively fight. Malfoy and Harry rolled into a ball, and their wands fell to the ground casually, but no one paid attention to them.

Wayne discovered that there was nothing wrong with Toby's use of adjectives. Aren't the two of them in a perfect relationship?

Harry 'stroked' Malfoy's hair and Malfoy 'pinched' his ears.

He also sent a cordial greeting to the other party.

Brother Draco's two young followers, Crabbe and Goyle, wanted to help but were stopped by other Gryffindor students and severely reprimanded.

"What do you want to do? This is a sacred duel!"

"Is it honorable for a pure-blood family to bully the minority with more?"

The two of them together were only about the same size as the troll. They thought it made sense when they heard it, and they stopped helping. Like other little snakes and little lions, they were there to cheer for their boss.

Finally, Professor McGonagall arrived, and the little wizards gathered around immediately dispersed and hid to watch the excitement.

After witnessing this shocking scene, Professor McGonagall almost fainted.

"Potter! Malfoy!"

At this time, the two finally reluctantly let go, but their eyes still looked at each other lovingly, and they also exchanged heated words about the women in each other's family tree.

"How dare you!" McGonagall was like an angry lion at this time, and Harry and Draco lowered their heads tremblingly.

"This is only the second week of school! You guys are fighting in the auditorium in front of so many people!"

"Points deducted! Thirty points for each house!"

"Stand in solitary confinement!"

Ronald couldn't help but defend Harry: "Professor, it's Malfoy..."

"I didn't ask you, Mr. Weasley. No reason is an excuse for them to fight in public!"

McGonagall silenced Ronald with one look.

At this moment, Snape received the news and rushed over. His expression was so gloomy that he could drip water, and he looked at Malfoy angrily.

If the person fighting Potter was not a student from his academy, he would torture Potter to death in this round.

"Come to my office at seven o'clock in the evening to dispose of the toad's body. When it is done, the confinement will end."Snape decided to confine someone, and Professor McGonagall did not object.

After the commotion had settled, everyone dispersed and Wayne found Hermione.

"What's going on? Why were they fighting?"

Hermione shook her head. "I don't know. I was in the library and came here with someone else."

Even the brightest students can't resist being curious.

Just in time, the twins approached, laughing. They had asked Ronald for information.

"We found out that Malfoy believed Harry had been expelled, so he taunted him and called him Scarhead. They started arguing after that."

"That's it?" Wayne raised an eyebrow. He was expecting something bigger.

"It's finally over... it's been a nightmare."

On Friday afternoon, after two potions lessons, Toby looked like he would survive.

In class just now, Snape scolded him for not disposing of feces properly. Snape also deducted five points.

Seeing that the house score difference between Hufflepuff and Slytherin had reached 80 points, Snape began to put in more effort.

Points would be deducted for putting in the medicinal materials at the wrong time.

Points would be deducted if the crucible temperature wasn't sufficient.

Points would be deducted for failing to clean the workbench.

After one class, Hufflepuff had lost over ten points.

"Why doesn't Professor Sprout favor us?" Hannah, walking next to Wayne, asked with confusion.

"That's favoritism." Susan Bones reminded her in a low voice. "Every weekend, Professor Sprout asks students from our house to help in the greenhouse."

"I give out a few extra points usually."

"Extra points aren't enough." Hannah hummed thoughtfully. "We should learn from Professor Snape and deduct all the points from the other houses. Then we'll be number one."

Wayne glanced at her.

Girl, you have the potential to be an assassin.

The Hufflepuffs and the Ravenclaws left the castle and went to the lawn for flying lessons.

Even though Neville broke his wrist yesterday, everyone was still enthusiastic.

No one thinks they're dumber than Neville, except maybe in herbology class, where most people can't see Neville's potential as a wizard.

They didn't have to wait long before Mrs. Hooch arrived, controlling several large frames filled with broomsticks with her wand.

Her expression was extremely serious, as if she had been greatly disturbed by yesterday's incident.

The teaching staff at Hogwarts is quite diverse. There are good teachers like Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, and Professor Flitwick.

And then there are potion masters like Snape, who is incredibly skilled but has a mouth like a poisonous snake. There is also a teacher similar to Trelawney, who is essentially useless except when utilizing his skills.

It can only be described as a chaotic dance involving demons.

Mrs. Hooch is also unqualified as a teacher.

When facing the students who flew into the sky without permission, all she could do was yell and then wait for them to fall, sending them to the infirmary for treatment.

At this level, he can only serve as a referee.

However, today Mrs. Hooch has learned her lesson.

Following the same steps as before, she allows the little wizards to summon their brooms and waits for the brooms to jump into their hands.

Wayne succeeded on his first attempt, while others struggled, jumping on their brooms and tumbling to the ground.

If you shout a few more times, the broom will impatiently pat them instead.

It took over ten minutes for everyone to successfully grasp their brooms.

Immediately after, Mrs. Hooch instructed everyone to set their brooms down and begin coaching one at a time.

Though progress is slow, at least it is significantly safer.

What reassured her was that despite everyone's generally poor talent, they showed no signs of losing control.

Finally, it is Wayne's turn.