Chapter 455: Supernumerary examiner
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"One more thing." Dobby held the envelope, looked at Felix with big round eyes hesitantly, and said hesitantly: "It's about Shining..."
Felix was taken aback, he almost forgot Shining.
"What's wrong with her? The magical **** on her should disappear."
"Yes, you are right." Dobby's body began to sway, his slender arms entangled. "She wants to accompany her master, and Dobby tells her that Mr. Crouch has been imprisoned. Prison, she...she is sick."
"I understand." Felix said calmly.
Dobby looked at him puzzledly, Felix pulled out a note and wrote something on it, Dobby stood on tiptoe to see, but he was too short, and Warren was still in front of him, only Watt could be seen. The back of Len's head.
"Do you know Ludo Bagman?" Felix said, lowering his head, flicking the quill quickly.
"Dobby knows!"
"Well," Felix handed him the note, "Bugman owes me a favor. I don't think he minds doing me a favor."
"You don't have to do this!" Dobby said sharply, looking startled. "Dobby didn't mean to ask Mr. Haipu to help!"
"Take it, let him take you to Azkaban. He has this right." Felix said, "Bring something to Mr. Crouch by the way. You can discuss it with Shining to buy it. As for Shining thinks later. I don’t care where I go."
Dobby bowed deeply and pressed his nose to the floor, his whole body trembling, excited like a salmon jumping on the shore.
Warren looked at where Dobby had disappeared, then turned to look at Felix, "Hamm?"
Felix picked it up, "Tell you a truth, magic can't hold a person, but love can. Tsk! This sentence should make Dumbledore say...Want to have a late night snack, Warren?"
"Hum!"
...
The next day, in the ancient magic writing class of the seventh grade, Professor Macchiban and Old Vera appeared again.
The old man obviously didn't sleep well, and the dark circles under his eyes were as obvious as his double chin.
When he saw Felix standing on the podium, his expression was both excited and disappointed.
Excitedly, the Hogwarts Library has a wealth of collections. He found many magic codecs that even the Ancient Magic Association did not have. These codecs were donated by alumni over the years and were translated and sorted by Bathsida Babling. , For him is no less than a treasure.
What was lost was that he completed the verification work last night and found no error. That kid... Felix Hepp seems to have memorized all these materials, even the page numbers are accurate.
At this moment, Felix looked calmly down the stage with piercing eyes. He was wearing a blue shirt today with his hands in his pockets.
"Today is an improvement class." He announced.
The students uttered low cheers, but Macchiban and Old Vera didn't know why. Isn't the seventh grade a class for improvement?
Felix explained softly: "In order to let the two unknown guests understand the next content, I will briefly explain the meaning of the so-called "improvement class"." He smiled and reached out his hand from his pocket. The wand appeared in his hand like a magic, with just a light wave, clear writing began to appear on the blackboard behind him.
"We have completed the first round of review. According to the plan, there are two more rounds of review. In order to prevent the next three months from being too boring, I will consciously prepare some improvement courses to explain more advanced content. These contents are not within the scope of the exam, but they are very good for you, especially after you graduate, you can also use ancient magic texts to entertain yourself outside of work..."
"The improvement class will use the thinking classroom. You don't need to worry about danger, just relax your mind. Let's start."
Felix snapped his fingers lightly. In order to allow Professor Macchiban and Old Vera to adapt, he deliberately made it obvious: a golden ripple bloomed from the fingertips of the snapped fingers, centered on him, spreading continuously, and quickly The entire classroom was stained with a faint golden color.
Professor Marchiban and Old Vera looked around in amazement, and Marchiban's eyes blinked, as if they had found something. After a few seconds, everything was calm.
From mid-air fell a magic handbook that exuded ancient and mysterious atmosphere...
In the crisp sound of birdsong, Felix leaned on the brown trunk of an ancient tree and said to everyone: "Although I said it more than once, I want to emphasize it again: Compared with knowledge, your thinking is more tempered. Important, after all, your graduation thesis is to complete a magic text."
Ask students to complete a Mowen Codex?
Professor Macchiban opened her eyes wide, and she looked around quickly, no students raised objections. Obviously, this was not a temporary arrangement.
Her mood suddenly became complicated. If it was true, would their exams have any meaning?
There was a low moan next to him. Old Vera looked like he was ill, swaying vigorously, and his hand was pressing on the magic handwriting that fell in front of him.
...
A few minutes before the end of the course, the students swiftly wrote their notes. The short Professor Macchiban strolled through the gaps in the classroom seats, stopping from time to time to watch the students write the next magic words smoothly with their quill pens. To be honest, its complexity has far exceeded the standards of the s test.
Old Vera sat in the seat, looking lost. He is the person who understands the gap between him and Felix best, and he feels like sitting on pins and needles at the moment.
The bell finally rang, and he jumped up from his seat almost immediately and was about to leave.
"Mr. Vera," Felix stopped him from behind. "About that report..." He mentioned the report yesterday, when Old Vera agreed in one fell swoop, and only now did he realize how big a pit was buried in this request.
How to write this report, fancy touting Felix Haipu?
The old man flushed, hiding his face and fleeing.
"Mr. Vera! Mr. Vera!" Felix yelled eagerly, but he remained motionless. "What's wrong with him?" he muttered to himself.
Professor Macchiban gave him a weird look, but he didn't see that the little guy was grudged!
"Stop shouting," she said, "he is busy."
Felix looked at her searchingly.
"Probably I'm busy finding a place to bury myself!" Professor Macchiban said. "I won't be here this afternoon."
"Are you leaving now?" Felix asked.
"It's not leaving," Professor Macchiban said helplessly, "but I don't need to come to you anymore. I almost understand the reason for the rapid progress in student performance in the past two years. I will stay a few more days to see in other classes... …Can’t come here for nothing."
Felix nodded clearly.
"There is one thing left," said Professor Macchiban, with a grin on his wrinkled face: "Are you interested in becoming a non-staff examiner?"
"Supernumerary Examiner..."
"You only need to be responsible for the practical part of the ancient magic test." Professor Macchiban said. She sighed and looked at the students who were slowly walking out of the classroom. "I can't let the graduates of the past two years do this. Let's do it!"
"Do you plan to increase the practical assessment of the ancient magic writing exam? Investigating practical magic writing?" Felix asked happily ~www.novelhall.com~ that's right," she said, "I will fight for the ancient magic text after I go back. Mowen is divided into two directions: translation and practicality. Of course, you must write this report. Only you know the most clearly... There is also the employment direction of practical magic. Hire a few people. "
"Why is this?" Felix didn't know much about it.
Professor Macchiban rolled his eyes and said, "I guess that except for your company, the entire magical world doesn't know what to do with practical magic texts. Generally, in this case, it is the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic: recruit a few people and study new occupations. Direction and potential."
"Is there a similar example?" Felix asked with interest.
"The name of the prophet is separated from the prophets. They will predict the future of the newborn and give some suggestions on the name. I remember that Trelawney seemed to have been naming the prophet for a period of time... it seems to be It happened a long time ago."
Trelawney... I really have you, Felix is eye-opening.
"Sounds great," he corners his lips, "I agree."
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"One more thing." Dobby held the envelope, looked at Felix with big round eyes hesitantly, and said hesitantly: "It's about Shining..."
Felix was taken aback, he almost forgot Shining.
"What's wrong with her? The magical **** on her should disappear."
"Yes, you are right." Dobby's body began to sway, his slender arms entangled. "She wants to accompany her master, and Dobby tells her that Mr. Crouch has been imprisoned. Prison, she...she is sick."
"I understand." Felix said calmly.
Dobby looked at him puzzledly, Felix pulled out a note and wrote something on it, Dobby stood on tiptoe to see, but he was too short, and Warren was still in front of him, only Watt could be seen. The back of Len's head.
"Do you know Ludo Bagman?" Felix said, lowering his head, flicking the quill quickly.
"Dobby knows!"
"Well," Felix handed him the note, "Bugman owes me a favor. I don't think he minds doing me a favor."
"You don't have to do this!" Dobby said sharply, looking startled. "Dobby didn't mean to ask Mr. Haipu to help!"
"Take it, let him take you to Azkaban. He has this right." Felix said, "Bring something to Mr. Crouch by the way. You can discuss it with Shining to buy it. As for Shining thinks later. I don’t care where I go."
Dobby bowed deeply and pressed his nose to the floor, his whole body trembling, excited like a salmon jumping on the shore.
Warren looked at where Dobby had disappeared, then turned to look at Felix, "Hamm?"
Felix picked it up, "Tell you a truth, magic can't hold a person, but love can. Tsk! This sentence should make Dumbledore say...Want to have a late night snack, Warren?"
"Hum!"
...
The next day, in the ancient magic writing class of the seventh grade, Professor Macchiban and Old Vera appeared again.
The old man obviously didn't sleep well, and the dark circles under his eyes were as obvious as his double chin.
When he saw Felix standing on the podium, his expression was both excited and disappointed.
Excitedly, the Hogwarts Library has a wealth of collections. He found many magic codecs that even the Ancient Magic Association did not have. These codecs were donated by alumni over the years and were translated and sorted by Bathsida Babling. , For him is no less than a treasure.
What was lost was that he completed the verification work last night and found no error. That kid... Felix Hepp seems to have memorized all these materials, even the page numbers are accurate.
At this moment, Felix looked calmly down the stage with piercing eyes. He was wearing a blue shirt today with his hands in his pockets.
"Today is an improvement class." He announced.
The students uttered low cheers, but Macchiban and Old Vera didn't know why. Isn't the seventh grade a class for improvement?
Felix explained softly: "In order to let the two unknown guests understand the next content, I will briefly explain the meaning of the so-called "improvement class"." He smiled and reached out his hand from his pocket. The wand appeared in his hand like a magic, with just a light wave, clear writing began to appear on the blackboard behind him.
"We have completed the first round of review. According to the plan, there are two more rounds of review. In order to prevent the next three months from being too boring, I will consciously prepare some improvement courses to explain more advanced content. These contents are not within the scope of the exam, but they are very good for you, especially after you graduate, you can also use ancient magic texts to entertain yourself outside of work..."
"The improvement class will use the thinking classroom. You don't need to worry about danger, just relax your mind. Let's start."
Felix snapped his fingers lightly. In order to allow Professor Macchiban and Old Vera to adapt, he deliberately made it obvious: a golden ripple bloomed from the fingertips of the snapped fingers, centered on him, spreading continuously, and quickly The entire classroom was stained with a faint golden color.
Professor Marchiban and Old Vera looked around in amazement, and Marchiban's eyes blinked, as if they had found something. After a few seconds, everything was calm.
From mid-air fell a magic handbook that exuded ancient and mysterious atmosphere...
In the crisp sound of birdsong, Felix leaned on the brown trunk of an ancient tree and said to everyone: "Although I said it more than once, I want to emphasize it again: Compared with knowledge, your thinking is more tempered. Important, after all, your graduation thesis is to complete a magic text."
Ask students to complete a Mowen Codex?
Professor Macchiban opened her eyes wide, and she looked around quickly, no students raised objections. Obviously, this was not a temporary arrangement.
Her mood suddenly became complicated. If it was true, would their exams have any meaning?
There was a low moan next to him. Old Vera looked like he was ill, swaying vigorously, and his hand was pressing on the magic handwriting that fell in front of him.
...
A few minutes before the end of the course, the students swiftly wrote their notes. The short Professor Macchiban strolled through the gaps in the classroom seats, stopping from time to time to watch the students write the next magic words smoothly with their quill pens. To be honest, its complexity has far exceeded the standards of the s test.
Old Vera sat in the seat, looking lost. He is the person who understands the gap between him and Felix best, and he feels like sitting on pins and needles at the moment.
The bell finally rang, and he jumped up from his seat almost immediately and was about to leave.
"Mr. Vera," Felix stopped him from behind. "About that report..." He mentioned the report yesterday, when Old Vera agreed in one fell swoop, and only now did he realize how big a pit was buried in this request.
How to write this report, fancy touting Felix Haipu?
The old man flushed, hiding his face and fleeing.
"Mr. Vera! Mr. Vera!" Felix yelled eagerly, but he remained motionless. "What's wrong with him?" he muttered to himself.
Professor Macchiban gave him a weird look, but he didn't see that the little guy was grudged!
"Stop shouting," she said, "he is busy."
Felix looked at her searchingly.
"Probably I'm busy finding a place to bury myself!" Professor Macchiban said. "I won't be here this afternoon."
"Are you leaving now?" Felix asked.
"It's not leaving," Professor Macchiban said helplessly, "but I don't need to come to you anymore. I almost understand the reason for the rapid progress in student performance in the past two years. I will stay a few more days to see in other classes... …Can’t come here for nothing."
Felix nodded clearly.
"There is one thing left," said Professor Macchiban, with a grin on his wrinkled face: "Are you interested in becoming a non-staff examiner?"
"Supernumerary Examiner..."
"You only need to be responsible for the practical part of the ancient magic test." Professor Macchiban said. She sighed and looked at the students who were slowly walking out of the classroom. "I can't let the graduates of the past two years do this. Let's do it!"
"Do you plan to increase the practical assessment of the ancient magic writing exam? Investigating practical magic writing?" Felix asked happily ~www.novelhall.com~ that's right," she said, "I will fight for the ancient magic text after I go back. Mowen is divided into two directions: translation and practicality. Of course, you must write this report. Only you know the most clearly... There is also the employment direction of practical magic. Hire a few people. "
"Why is this?" Felix didn't know much about it.
Professor Macchiban rolled his eyes and said, "I guess that except for your company, the entire magical world doesn't know what to do with practical magic texts. Generally, in this case, it is the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic: recruit a few people and study new occupations. Direction and potential."
"Is there a similar example?" Felix asked with interest.
"The name of the prophet is separated from the prophets. They will predict the future of the newborn and give some suggestions on the name. I remember that Trelawney seemed to have been naming the prophet for a period of time... it seems to be It happened a long time ago."
Trelawney... I really have you, Felix is eye-opening.
"Sounds great," he corners his lips, "I agree."
"One more thing." Dobby held the envelope, looked at Felix with big round eyes hesitantly, and said hesitantly: "It's about Shining..."Felix was taken aback, he almost forgot Shining."What's wrong with her? The magical **** on her should disappear.""Yes, you are right." Dobby's body began to sway, his slender arms entangled. "She wants to accompany her master, and Dobby tells her that Mr. Crouch has been imprisoned. Prison, she...she is sick.""I understand." Felix said calmly.Dobby looked at him puzzledly, Felix pulled out a note and wrote something on it, Dobby stood on tiptoe to see, but he was too short, and Warren was still in front of him, only Watt could be seen. The back of Len's head."Do you know Ludo Bagman?" Felix said, lowering his head, flicking the quill quickly."Dobby knows!""Well," Felix handed him the note, "Bugman owes me a favor. I don't think he minds doing me a favor.""You don't have to do this!" Dobby said sharply, looking startled. "Dobby didn't mean to ask Mr. Haipu to help!""Take it, let him take you to Azkaban. He has this right." Felix said, "Bring something to Mr. Crouch by the way. You can discuss it with Shining to buy it. As for Shining thinks later. I don't care where I go."Dobby bowed deeply and pressed his nose to the floor, his whole body trembling, excited like a salmon jumping on the shore.Warren looked at where Dobby had disappeared, then turned to look at Felix, "Hamm?"Felix picked it up, "Tell you a truth, magic can't hold a person, but love can. Tsk! This sentence should make Dumbledore say...Want to have a late night snack, Warren?""Hum!"...The next day, in the ancient magic writing class of the seventh grade, Professor Macchiban and Old Vera appeared again.The old man obviously didn't sleep well, and the dark circles under his eyes were as obvious as his double chin.When he saw Felix standing on the podium, his expression was both excited and disappointed.Excitedly, the Hogwarts Library has a wealth of collections. He found many magic codecs that even the Ancient Magic Association did not have. These codecs were donated by alumni over the years and were translated and sorted by Bathsida Babling. , For him is no less than a treasure.What was lost was that he completed the verification work last night and found no error. That kid... Felix Hepp seems to have memorized all these materials, even the page numbers are accurate.At this moment, Felix looked calmly down the stage with piercing eyes. He was wearing a blue shirt today with his hands in his pockets."Today is an improvement class." He announced.The students uttered low cheers, but Macchiban and Old Vera didn't know why. Isn't the seventh grade a class for improvement?Felix explained softly: "In order to let the two unknown guests understand the next content, I will briefly explain the meaning of the so-called "improvement class"." He smiled and reached out his hand from his pocket. The wand appeared in his hand like a magic, with just a light wave, clear writing began to appear on the blackboard behind him."We have completed the first round of review. According to the plan, there are two more rounds of review. In order to prevent the next three months from being too boring, I will consciously prepare some improvement courses to explain more advanced content. These contents are not within the scope of the exam, but they are very good for you, especially after you graduate, you can also use ancient magic texts to entertain yourself outside of work...""The improvement class will use the thinking classroom. You don't need to worry about danger, just relax your mind. Let's start."Felix snapped his fingers lightly. In order to allow Professor Macchiban and Old Vera to adapt, he deliberately made it obvious: a golden ripple bloomed from the fingertips of the snapped fingers, centered on him, spreading continuously, and quickly The entire classroom was stained with a faint golden color.Professor Marchiban and Old Vera looked around in amazement, and Marchiban's eyes blinked, as if they had found something. After a few seconds, everything was calm.From mid-air fell a magic handbook that exuded ancient and mysterious atmosphere...In the crisp sound of birdsong, Felix leaned on the brown trunk of an ancient tree and said to everyone: "Although I said it more than once, I want to emphasize it again: Compared with knowledge, your thinking is more tempered. Important, after all, your graduation thesis is to complete a magic text."Ask students to complete a Mowen Codex?Professor Macchiban opened her eyes wide, and she looked around quickly, no students raised objections. Obviously, this was not a temporary arrangement.Her mood suddenly became complicated. If it was true, would their exams have any meaning?There was a low moan next to him. Old Vera looked like he was ill, swaying vigorously, and his hand was pressing on the magic handwriting that fell in front of him....A few minutes before the end of the course, the students swiftly wrote their notes. The short Professor Macchiban strolled through the gaps in the classroom seats, stopping from time to time to watch the students write the next magic words smoothly with their quill pens. To be honest, its complexity has far exceeded the standards of the s test.Old Vera sat in the seat, looking lost. He is the person who understands the gap between him and Felix best, and he feels like sitting on pins and needles at the moment.The bell finally rang, and he jumped up from his seat almost immediately and was about to leave."Mr. Vera," Felix stopped him from behind. "About that report..." He mentioned the report yesterday, when Old Vera agreed in one fell swoop, and only now did he realize how big a pit was buried in this request.How to write this report, fancy touting Felix Haipu?The old man flushed, hiding his face and fleeing."Mr. Vera! Mr. Vera!" Felix yelled eagerly, but he remained motionless. "What's wrong with him?" he muttered to himself.Professor Macchiban gave him a weird look, but he didn't see that the little guy was grudged!"Stop shouting," she said, "he is busy."Felix looked at her searchingly."Probably I'm busy finding a place to bury myself!" Professor Macchiban said. "I won't be here this afternoon.""Are you leaving now?" Felix asked."It's not leaving," Professor Macchiban said helplessly, "but I don't need to come to you anymore. I almost understand the reason for the rapid progress in student performance in the past two years. I will stay a few more days to see in other classes... Can't come here for nothing."Felix nodded clearly."There is one thing left," said Professor Macchiban, with a grin on his wrinkled face: "Are you interested in becoming a non-staff examiner?""Supernumerary Examiner...""You only need to be responsible for the practical part of the ancient magic test." Professor Macchiban said. She sighed and looked at the students who were slowly walking out of the classroom. "I can't let the graduates of the past two years do this. Let's do it!""Do you plan to increase the practical assessment of the ancient magic writing exam? Investigating practical magic writing?" Felix asked happily ~www.novelhall.com~ that's right," she said, "I will fight for the ancient magic text after I go back. Mowen is divided into two directions: translation and practicality. Of course, you must write this report. Only you know the most clearly... There is also the employment direction of practical magic. Hire a few people. ""Why is this?" Felix didn't know much about it.Professor Macchiban rolled his eyes and said, "I guess that except for your company, the entire magical world doesn't know what to do with practical magic texts. Generally, in this case, it is the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic: recruit a few people and study new occupations. Direction and potential.""Is there a similar example?" Felix asked with interest."The name of the prophet is separated from the prophets. They will predict the future of the newborn and give some suggestions on the name. I remember that Trelawney seemed to have been naming the prophet for a period of time... it seems to be It happened a long time ago."Trelawney... I really have you, Felix is eye-opening."Sounds great," he corners his lips, "I agree."
