novelraw Chapter 226 Politics
Chapter 226 Politics
Ron's muttering was a little too loud. Professor Lupine looked over, and even Harry was forced to sit up straighter, expressing his innocence with his eyes.
"...Because of this, you need to make up all the cracking spells and defensive spells within the scope of the exam in just one year, and you will be able to pass the OWLs exam if you are proficient. More importantly, if you have ambitions in the future Depending on the profession you are in, if there is a requirement for Defense Against the Dark Arts, such as Auror, you must also get at least a 'good' grade, or even an 'excellent', depending on the requirements of the sixth grade professor. This will be It's been a difficult year and the students must give their best."
"The teachers say it's a 'difficult year' every year. If what they say is true, there will never be a time when we are not 'difficult'." Ron took advantage of Professor Lupine's turn, and He whispered something.
Harry and Queenie nodded, thinking that what Ron said was still reasonable-the teachers' alarmist words, their credibility would naturally decrease with the number and frequency of emphasis.
But Hermione slapped Ron. "Quiet, Ron! I have a feeling we've finally got a competent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!"
As it turned out, Hermione's expectation was completely correct.Unlike Umbridge who only used theory to fool students, Professor Lupine let everyone practice in the first class.
With a wave of his wand, all the stools and tables flew to the sides of the classroom.After laying out the necessary cushions, Professor Lupine asked the students to divide into groups of two to review (of course, for some students, it was a preview...) some of the anti-curse and defensive spells they had learned.
"It doesn't matter if you are not proficient. This is not an exam. This is just a bottom-up. It is the necessary preparation for me as a teacher to make a targeted teaching plan for each student in this school year. It will not be counted in your semester in any way." grades," Professor Lu Ping shuttled among the students in the group, "I just hope that you can show your truest level..."
Think about the fact that there is a dark lord who has disappeared outside making waves, or planning to make waves, and Harry, who is still practicing "armor protection" on the cushion, can't help it, and has a feeling of not knowing where he is. sense of confusion...
With the passing of class time and witnessing more and more operating errors, Professor Lu Ping's frown became tighter and tighter.
And when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Professor Lupine's face was almost comparable to Snape's.
Even seeing the perfect operation of the well-deserved classroom star, Harley, couldn't save him from the sad look that seemed to be eaten by dementors for a whole year.After all, as a teacher, in addition to top-notch students, I also hope to have a decent pass rate.
This really cannot be blamed on the students of Hogwarts for not studying hard. The professors of the course change every year, and some of them are unreliable. If the students can learn well, it is really a talent.
Of course, Harley is not so narcissistic. The reason why she stands out is entirely because of the three years of continuous education at Ilvermorny, and the small lessons taught by Professor Snape after class.
At least Professor Lupine didn't yell angrily, "You guys are the worst class I've ever led!"
After these two long classes, everyone felt the huge pressure, as if they had seen the future of OWLs failing.
Hermione started tearing her hair anxiously during lunch, Harry had heard from Ron that Hermione only used to do this during final exams.
There was a depressing atmosphere on the long table, as if a dementor had come to accompany them to eat.
"What to do, what to do! There is not enough time!" Hermione couldn't eat anxiously, "If the grades fail to meet the standards, some senior students may not accept me! If they don't accept me, I will not participate in the corresponding course NEWTs Qualifications for the exam! This system is too stressful! I heard that Snape only accepts students with 'excellent' grades in Potion OWLs!"
"It's only been a month since school started, Hermione," Ron reassured her as he served himself lamb chops, "and, whoever wants to get into Snape's class, be a masochist."
"Some professions must continue to study potions and obtain NEWTs certificates before they are eligible to apply!" Hermione continued to emphasize to Ron the pursuit that he did not understand.
Harry looked at Ron sympathetically. He didn't understand the future girlfriend in front of him at all. Hermione was an inspirational witch who was determined to score excellent in the OWLs exam.
In this exam, Harley's pressure was not that great. Her analysis might have something to do with her not planning to stay in the wizarding world for the rest of her life.Queenie also seemed very relaxed, because she... Anyway, she could hear Hermione's answers in the written test, and she had her own natural cheating device.
"We are only 17 years old after graduation. Are you going to apply for a job directly?" Harry asked Hermione, who also came from a Muggle family.
Queenie had said a few weeks ago that she wanted to open a store with George and the others and invent gadgets together, because of Queenie's Legilimency, she could conduct the most accurate market research unconsciously.
"I... haven't figured it out yet," Hermione said hesitantly. "My parents want me to go to a Muggle university after graduation. But we don't have high school grades, so we can't apply freely. I heard Professor McGonagall say We have a similar program where we can exchange high school grades on an equal basis, and wizards infiltrated in Muggle educational institutions will also help us... but it is said that there are not many universities to choose from."
"We won't all work as soon as we graduate in the future," Hermione added, "Many occupations are not something you can do as soon as you leave Hogwarts, even if you have full NEWTs certificates, such as Professor Lupine mentioned Auror. I read in the book that Auror applicants have to go through at least three years of study and training in the Auror office, which is actually equivalent to a follow-up education."
Hermione snapped her fingers, "As well as St. Munger's doctor, there is also separate training, which is almost equivalent to going to another medical school. We study basic subjects at Hogwarts, and any highly specialized occupation requires several years of training. years of in-depth education."
"There is also the potion industry. You have to participate in international competitions and register with the Potion Association... If you are not a talented player like Snape, you can only slowly accumulate experience and climb up year by year. "
"How does America do it, isn't it?" Hermione asked, "I don't know if our library has an introduction to the wizarding profession in America..."
Harry was indeed asked, "Hmm... I really haven't studied it carefully."
"What about you? What are you going to do?" The question came from Ron.
"Maybe I'll play Quidditch." Harry decided to answer all similar questions with that answer in the future.
"This career is good!" Ron was very excited. "Many clubs noticed you last year. As long as you spread the word in the seventh grade, clubs all over Europe will sign you! Remember to bring VIP tickets to your buddies after you become famous."
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Gryffindor's previous Quidditch captain--Oliver Wood--Harry only met a few times in the World Cup's youth friendly matches, and never played under him, but listening to these old players has always been trembling His tone seemed to be that of a crazy guy who was all about Quidditch.
But now, they all say that Angelina is possessed by Wood, and the devil's training is intensive and high-intensity. Because of Halle who can catch snitches, Angelina vowed to lead the team to win the trophy this year.
At this moment, Harry and the others had just finished a match under the shadow of dementors - Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.There was an accident in the middle, several dementors couldn't help the excitement and joy on the competition field, and flew over. For them, this place is a luxurious buffet.
At that time, Harry, who was waiting for the Chaser to open the score in the uppermost sky, was about to draw out his wand, when several Patronuses of different shapes had already flown onto the field - those Aurors who were stationed on the campus at the same time.Apart from the cold sweat and the soft crying from the audience, the game was safe and sound.
In the end, after the score was over 60 for Slytherin, Harley swooped down and began to look for the golden snitch seriously, because at this time the Slytherins had already let go of their hands and feet to play dirty.
In the 57th minute of the game, Harley caught the Snitch. Without the slightly competitive Malfoy, there was no suspense about the final ownership of the Snitch. In the next second, Crabbe, who had just become a batter this year, vented his anger. Hitting the Bludger at Harry's unsuspecting lower back when the game was effectively over—
The Bludger was stopped by George, who swung his bat and hit the ball back, and Crabbe was so tired of dodging that he almost fell off his broom.
Harley was taken aback after knowing it. If the ball hit her...she might also have a broken back like Uncle Bruce.
Mrs. Hooch reprimanded Crabbe severely, but Crabbe still stared at Harley with resentment. This hatred was still attributed to the fact that old Crabbe had entered Azkaban for attacking her.
Harry glanced at him coldly, but didn't take it seriously - who made old Crabbe break the law, and you can blame me, the victim, for not being able to defend himself successfully?
"You move so fast... Did you know in advance that he was going to attack me?" Harry asked George quietly as he landed.
"Queenie told me that we developed a unique hand gesture for silent communication." George and Harry deliberately walked slowly, away from other team members. He winked at Harry and whispered.
Queenie...is it?Harry couldn't believe it, "She actually told you...this is her biggest secret," Harry almost told George not to tell anyone else, but then he thought...he is the real (future) boyfriend, and it's not his turn She made a point.
"Wow...don't let her down." Harry finally chose this statement.
At this time, they had already reached the rest area, and the substitute Ron, who had been on standby, stood up. Although he didn't play, it didn't affect his good mood of defeating Slytherin.
"Victory, how do you plan to celebrate?"
"We have to write three papers, practice the Vanishing Curse for McGonagall, design a solution to the Curse for Flitwick, and finish the sketch of the Bowtruckle." Harry listed the homework that was waiting for her and Ron, "and more Writing that boring dream diary for Trelawney. No time for fifth-year exam dogs to celebrate...”
This time Ron's good mood was ruined.
At this time, a middle-aged wizard in an Auror uniform came over, looking extremely majestic, with shoulder-length curly long hair meticulously groomed, Harry noticed that he was one of the Aurors who came to release the Patronus just now one.
He stretched out his hand respectfully to Harry. Harry took off the dirty red team uniform gloves, rubbed them on the clean undershirt, and held them.
Holding Harry's sweaty hand, the male Auror didn't frown, his expression still grim.
"Miss Potter, I'm Rufus Scrimgeour, Head of the Auror Office, may I have a chance to speak?"
Harry didn't understand why the head of the Auror office came to her, and the other team members also stopped taking off their team uniforms, staring at them curiously.
"Okay, no problem." Harry nodded, giving Ron and George a soothing look, and she followed Scrimgeour to an empty corner on the edge of the field, where three tall goalposts stood Not far from the two of them.
Scrimgeour frowned and looked at the dementors still looming above the high field, and turned his head to look at Harry with sharp eyes.
"I'm not a person who likes nonsense and roundabouts, so I'll just say it straight. Miss Potter, maybe you don't know the current situation in the British wizarding world. Fudge's approval rating has bottomed out," he shook his head, "The policies he's figured out with his feet in recent years and his poor response to emergencies have turned the Ministry of Magic into a joke - like these dark creatures on our heads, which I personally strongly disagree with of."
"Several impeachments against his resignation have been filed, and a new election is about to begin, and I am one of the candidates." Scrimgeour continued to speak without waiting for Halle's response.
"I won't lie to you, I'm not the number one candidate at this time, but I think I'm the most suitable and most considerate candidate for the British wizarding world."
Isn't this the basic rhetoric of the candidates?Everyone will promise voters this way. Of course, whether they can do it after the election is another matter.
The other party didn't say the purpose of his conversation for a long time, but kept promoting himself, which made Harry suddenly have a bad feeling...
"If necessary, I can provide Miss Potter with my resume." Scrimgeour straightened his back. "My only hope is that Miss Potter can publicly support me."
This is really... unprepared.
"I'm just a 15-year-old student, and last year I was portrayed by Rita Skeeter as a savage and brainless rich second generation. I don't have that much influence, Mr. Scrimgeour, you may be disappointed."
"You just don't understand your status for the time being," Scrimgeour seemed to have anticipated Harry's answer in advance, "Your achievements in defeating the Dark Lord twice have made your reputation at least as high as the sun in the British wizarding world. You openly support Who, whoever can take the lead in the election, if there is no accident, I will definitely not be the last person who took the initiative to find you. It was just by virtue of the opportunity of being stationed at the school that I was fortunate enough to get in touch with you in advance."
Just as she was about to say a firm refusal, Harry suddenly hesitated...
Even Uncle Bruce will selectively support some politicians who are not so depraved in Gotham, for the construction of Gotham and for the convenience of his own actions.And people living in society simply cannot sever these relationships which may lead to strife and annoyance.
Alone?Sometimes it's not possible at all.In other words, the silence you think you are "being alone" is instead a "support" for a certain force that does not want you to happen.
So Harry changed her mind—
"...I'll support you. If I think you're okay after my investigation."
"But I have a condition," she added hastily before Scrimgeour had time to show surprise, "it's not difficult for you to do."
This surprised Scrimgeour, "Miss Potter, please bring it up, I'll think about it..."
"Rehabilitate Regulus Black - he's not a Death Eater, he's a hero. And give him the Order of Merlin."
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*The fifth grade school daily does not plan to write too long, I want to write emotional scenes!