"There are actually four students who passed the fourth grade?"
In the vice-principal's office, Professor McGonagall looked at the list handed over by William and fell into a state of doubt.
"Granger passed, of course..."
"Well...Miss Joan of Ravenclaw, well, it's normal for her to pass."
"Potter... Lupine also said that his grades have improved rapidly recently, but I didn't expect it to improve so quickly..."
"Malfoy?"
"That's right, I also checked the kid's paper carefully. Although he didn't show any extraordinary talent in areas that could improve his score, it was rare that he didn't lose a single point in the basic part. It seems that he took that The child who looked at the most detailed references."
William nodded, "I also asked Professor Luping about it - that kid did work a little too hard this semester."
It's okay not to say this. When William said it, Professor McGonagall showed a surprised expression on his face.
"Perhaps, he is indeed under too much pressure - then let them pass the registration according to this list, and don't worry about the percentage."
"Okay, Professor."
William nodded, "Then, even if we have completed the work here, we will just wait for the dragons to come over to assist with adjustments."
"Well, thank you for your hard work, Professor William."
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"Honestly, the results of this assessment..."
William stood on the podium, looking at the trembling students below, his tone full of pain.
"It's very, very disappointing. Among the entire fifth grade, just over one-tenth of the number of people passed the examination, while in the fourth grade, a full four passed."
"You heard me right, four people, not one or two, but a whole four people - although this cannot explain everything, in this assessment, more than 90% of you were left behind by the lower grade students. behind."
"I hope everyone will pay more attention to this. This assessment is not all, but when it comes to the OWLs assessment? Do you plan to use such results to end your five years of study at Hogwarts? "
He shook his head, "Okay, I think you don't need any more lectures. Students who failed the assessment will have an extra homework this week. They will rewrite the wrong questions on the paper and write the correct answers neatly." Write it down below. You still have opportunities to improve on your current mistakes. This is the most worthy of celebration for you now."
"Next, open the textbook and let's start today's lesson."
This reprimand completely suppressed the impetuous mentality of the fifth grade students, especially those who didn't even pass the test - it didn't matter that they lost the qualification to register, it was almost equivalent to being ridiculed by four guys in the fourth grade. As soon as I heard it, I was holding a fire in my heart and I didn't know where to vent it.
'This class is well accepted, not many people are distracted...'
After completing the classroom education, William was quite satisfied with the feedback effect of his reprimand.
"Okay, it's good not to worry about the game. At least you can concentrate on your OWLs exam. As long as you study hard, you can still improve a lot in this year. At your current stage, hard work will not lie. It won't conduct selections or anything like that, as long as you study seriously, it will definitely reward you."
"Read hard, study hard, and get out of class is over."
He nodded towards the students and left the classroom.
"Eh... it's over before it even begins - although we know it's difficult, the professor set the difficulty too high, with a 10% pass rate..."
"The four guys who passed in the fourth grade are probably not human, right? Granger from Gryffindor must be one of them, and I don't know who the rest are-"
"Quiet!"
Slytherin's prefect scolded with a livid face - he unfortunately encountered Waterloo and did not break away from the crowd.
The prefect's majesty still existed, and everyone no longer dared to laugh and joke. They shook their heads and walked out of the classroom, preparing to return to the lounge or go directly to the next class.
However, of course, four students from the fourth grade passed, and they took this outrageous thing to the lounge, which surprised everyone - four fourth grade students actually passed the qualification. It's exam time!
Even the fourth graders themselves are curious about the names of the three lucky ones - after all, one person has been selected by default. As long as there are people who pass, she will definitely occupy a seat.
However, the parties involved must be excluded.
"Take it easy, Hermione! You must have passed, there are four of you!"
Harry looked at Hermione with a headache as she turned left and right in the lounge. He couldn't help but feel helpless about Hermione's anxiety before the exam - especially when Hermione's actions made him very nervous. More nervous.
"No, no, no, now that I think about it, I didn't answer the third question at all, the fifth question, the seventeenth question... God, I made too many mistakes!"
"You must be number one, Hermione!"
Ron teased and said, "If not, we will go to Professor William to look at the papers - but I don't think this is necessary at all."
"You're right, we should go look at the paper - there must be a bunch of wrong marks on it... Professor William likes to use red ink, so there must be red crosses all over it!"
The uneasiness didn't stop until the list was posted on the bulletin board in the break room.
If Professor McGonagall hadn't posted the Gryffindor list in person, the impatient students might have overturned the bulletin board.
Fortunately, Professor McGonagall completely understood the mentality of her students and left the lounge without saying much. After she left, the students quickly surrounded her.
"You are up there, and I am too!"
The twins were very adept at finding their names - years of experience had made it easy for them to see their names on the bulletin board.
"Look at fourth years, Weasley!"
The seventh-grade students do not need to take the assessment, and they have the most fun watching the fun.
"Ah, of course, Hermione Granger!"
George read this sentence loudly.
"Don't pronounce the definite name!"
The seventh-year students were very unhappy and started to make noises, but Hermione's anxiety suddenly disappeared.
"I just said yes - still worried about that."
Ron said carelessly.
"Jean of Ravenclaw!"
The seventh grader didn't recognize it, but the good fourth grader quickly learned about it and said, "You can basically keep the girl in second place safe!"
"oh oh…"
Everyone responded perfunctorily, watching the excitement and feeling distressed for a while.
"Number three, wow wow wow!!!!"
The twins cheered, "From our house, Harry! It's you Harry!"
"Which-ah, Harry!"
Everyone did not discuss it, but all focused their attention on Harry, "You actually passed that hell test, Harry!"
Under the gaze of many eyes, Harry didn't seem nervous at all. To be precise, the anxiety-turned-ecstasy that surged in his heart completely suppressed all the negative emotions.
"Well done, Harry!"
The twins, who were teammates, rushed through the crowd and hugged Harry. Later, people who were familiar with Harry came over to congratulate them - Gryffindor had two of the four, which was an absolute advantage.
It took a long time before people remembered that there was another person whose name had not been read out.
"Yeah, it's the Slytherin guy."
"Why is that guy?"
"Who?"
"Draco Malfoy."
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"Draco Malfoy."
In the Slytherin common room, Snape announced the names to the students with an expressionless face.
"Although I don't like that William very much, I have to admit that his assessment is quite objective."
"Draco did a good job this time and maintained the honor of the academy." Snape nodded towards Malfoy, "So, I don't want you to find any more messy things - we haven't done anything for several years. It's time for the Academy Cup, since the winning streak was interrupted."
"I hope you can focus more on honor, rather than other things, and let the other colleges see our jokes."
"Get ready. In the Triwizard Tournament, I hope you can be worthy of your status as a Slytherin student..."
Snape glanced at the students, "Draco, come with me."
Malfoy, who was standing in the corner, followed him with some ecstasy, which attracted the contempt of many people.
After their figures disappeared.
"Consider him lucky..."
"Forget it...after all, the only ones who passed in the fourth grade are the rest of you!"
The prefects pointed at the students below the fourth grade, "If it weren't for that guy from the Malfoy family, our college would be hanging out with Hufflepuff. Can we study more? Since you came, we haven't even qualified for the House Cup." Never seen it before!"
"Don't target this or that, and prepare well for the Triwizard Tournament!"
"There are four warriors. If Slytherin doesn't have one, then we will probably be collectively regarded as a disgrace to the academy and scolded for more than a hundred years!"
"At least a warrior! This is the bottom line! If we can't do this, all our prefects will shave their heads and let them laugh at us - that's ten thousand times better than being a warrior!"
"Did you hear that clearly?"
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"You worked hard, Draco."
In the office, Snape nodded approvingly - without this child, he would have been ridiculed by Minerva again.
"But - I've thought about it for a long time... I hope you don't sign up to compete."
"What?"
Malfoy raised his head in panic, with a look of disbelief on his face - the last time he was so surprised was when he returned to the camp and found out that his father had sold off a bunch of pure bloods.
"I hope you don't sign up. As long as you sign up, you run the risk of being selected. It's too early for you. Moreover, the biggest danger for you is that there are countless people who want to kill you and protect you. You have very few people."
"Because of my father?"
"Yes, he reported a group of people he knew...but the Dark Lord will never let the Death Eaters know each other. They will try their best to kill you, because that is the best way to get revenge on your father."
"And it's not just those who slipped through the net to take revenge on you - you don't need me to tell you that there are relatives between pure bloods, right? Your father's behavior is not only a betrayal of the Dark Lord, but also a betrayal of the bloodline..."
"They don't even have to do it themselves, they just send you into the game and you're dead."
"That's not an exam that fourth-year students can handle. I can still control the students if you study normally on campus, but once you join the competition, the traps set by the professors will be directly... Do you understand?"
"But I still want to give it a try..."
Malfoy was a little unconvinced - he had just succeeded in getting a chance through his own efforts, which made him a little overconfident.
"I won't allow it, and I will talk to Professor McGonagall to cross your name off the list. I have already discussed this with your father, and he agrees with what I am doing."
"I…"
"That's it."
"It's...Professor."
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"It's too dangerous to black out the name..."
"Fine."
In Professor McGonagall's office, William, who was happily handling raw materials, was called over, and then heard Professor McGonagall's instructions.
"If we dislike each other, it would be better not to see each other..."
He shrugged his shoulders, "But I suspect that he just doesn't want to go to our big office and see Professor Moody..."
Professor McGonagall's face showed an obvious curve, but she still held it back in the end.
"After all, it's just a matter of canceling the quota. Dean Snape has already communicated with Mr. Lucius Malfoy, so our school can only handle this matter according to their college's method."
"Parent and dean...and it is indeed a bit dangerous for that child to enter the competition. His real level is not as high as the paper shows...There are still so many worrying situations...then let's do this, professor, I He will be eliminated."
"Well, that's it."
Based on the collective opinions of the parents and the dean, there is nothing that can be done about the child even if he is wronged - mainly because it is too dangerous for him, and the child is not yet seventeen, and is a minor in the magical world.
'Then just wait for those foreign schools to come over... The number of people registered for selection in our school has been determined. '
'But Professor Snape overestimates his students - unless the Goblet of Fire is corrupted, there is no way he will choose Malfoy. '
He leaned back in his office chair and stretched.
"In terms of talent, that Malfoy classmate is above average, much worse than Harry, and even worse than Miss Granger. In terms of hard work, he is not as good as Miss Granger, and even worse than Harry - ha Lee kept training like he did last year."
"In terms of the time of struggle, he probably only started working hard this year... Miss Granger worked hard for more than three years before she became the absolute number one... I don't think she can pass the selection of the Goblet of Fire... let alone Malfoy. "
"There are so many talented people who are working hard in the fifth, sixth and seventh grade. How can their hard work be erased by just a few days of hard work... If the Goblet of Fire selects him, then I might as well let me issue a paper to select the hero. , that's much fairer."
"ah…"
He stuffed himself with a piece of chocolate, and then sighed with satisfaction - after issuing these papers, he went to the big office to see what other work he could share with his colleagues.