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Chapter 438 A Gift for the Professor

But the students' satisfaction does not mean Nina's satisfaction.

After all, she was a student. Although her teaching level is not good enough, she still has the ability to judge the situation.

Students in other grades were easy to deal with. She managed to meet the teaching tasks by reading books and asking for advice. Although I wouldn't say that the number of students getting an O would be increased, the overall pass rate was definitely higher.

But the problem lies with the fifth grade - she had worked so hard last semester and had almost covered all the fifth grade content, but when she started reviewing this semester, everything went wrong.

It cannot be said that I learned nothing in the fifth grade, but when I review it in detail, it can only be said to be a heap of indescribable objects.

"They can't even connect the courses. I thought too highly of the actual situation." Nina pressed her forehead. "I know the previous professor's foundation was very poor, but, it's so poor..."

This is what it takes to teach a professor every year.

Andrew shook his head - Nina should actually share some of the blame for this. It's not that he is trying to shift the blame, but Nina should have found out the basics in the first class.

However, it would be too much to blame her entirely.

Hogwarts' Anti-Dark Arts course has been rotten for many years. The headmaster is very lucky if he finds a responsible professor every three years.

She just had the mindset of a student and didn't expect her foundation to be so poor.

"How can I help?" Andrew sighed. "I'm a student, not a professor. How can I cram knowledge into their heads?"

Even memory modification isn’t so outrageous. Even advanced Legilimency can’t fit in so much knowledge!

"It's good to be of some use. We have to be responsible for this fifth grade class. They are about to take the exam..."

Nina leaned against the wall, "Don't the previous professor have any experience left?"

"Take office?"

Andrew shook his head. "Professor Lockhart dared to read his own book loudly in the fifth grade class. The only thing he can teach you is to be bad."

"I'm not like him, an irresponsible adventurer," Nina shook her head, "I have to take care of things before I leave."

"That's all I can do. Learn more, practice more, and watch more." Andrew waved his hands. "If it really doesn't work, you can just give up on the difficult parts and just teach the simple ones to get a passing rate."

Anyway, she was not good at difficult subjects - to put it bluntly, Andrew suspected that Nina did not get an O in the final exam of the Anti-Dark Arts Course. No, she probably got an E in the low-level exam.

"Guarantee the passing rate?"

"Anyway, the good students are used to studying on their own, so you can't provide much help, or you have to sacrifice your spare time to answer their questions. In class, only poor students are allowed to ask questions, while the good students are allowed to study on their own."

Anyway, one of the students and the professor has to be sacrificed - Andrew has no good tricks and can only come up with this bad idea.

"Then I'll sacrifice more of my rest time," Nina shook her head. "At most I can just allow them to do their own homework in the back."

'Is that how you spell it?'

This is a required course, and the professor who teaches it as an elective course will not allow such a thing to happen!
But there was no way to persuade him, so Andrew could only shake his head, indicating that he had no other solution.

"Well, that's it, thanks a lot, Andrew!"

Nina waved her hand and turned away.

There was no doubt that she was determined to stand guard until the end before leaving Hogwarts.

-

'Today is the second week of school, it's almost over...'

Andrew came out of the Room of Requirement, holding a piece of dragon skin in his hand, which he wrapped into the shape of a package and walked towards his laboratory.

Although the Room of Requirement has not been fully understood yet, the estimated time should have arrived. Although there is no possibility of change if it is later, it is better to leave this hot potato to Dumbledore.

"I am the only one who is disliked..."

Andrew thought about it, then openly brought the empty bag to the door of his laboratory, pretended to wait for a while, put the things away, and hurriedly ran to the dean's office.

"Isn't this a bit of a deity of mine?" "But if I just hand over the dean's hand, that would be even worse, right?"

He had been thinking about this matter these past few days - the dean would feel sad and think it was wrong anyway, so it would be a good idea to let the dean touch it through the bag before destroying it.

If the crown can be left intact, that would be even better.

"In that case, we should prepare some potions. I will inform the portrait and ask Madam Pomfrey to come over for support..."

After all, this was a bit of a big deal, and Andrew wasn't quite sure.

But when it comes to Horcruxes, the Headmaster is fine, but Madam Pomfrey...

Andrew shook his head and decided to give up. There were a lot of medicinal herbs in his laboratory, so he might as well take some soothing potions.

'It's not safe. What if that thing is so outrageous that it can be resurrected by magic potion?'

Although it is not possible in theory, he is the first person in the history of black magic. Although the laboratory is locked well and cannot be opened without dismantling the school, if the dean is called and the door is opened to deliver the express, it will be too late to regret.

Thinking of this, Andrew directly found an empty classroom and started summoning house-elves.

Drawing portraits is convenient, but not necessarily safe. It is better to let the elf pass the message directly.

He pulled out a pen and paper from his bag and quickly wrote a note.

[Professor, please come to my laboratory without notifying others or alarming anyone. It is extremely urgent.

——Andrew Taylor】

Although it was a bit against the rules and a bit against the will of Heaven, Andrew believed that Dumbledore would forgive him - as for the Dean...

The dean will forgive me, right?

If there are no unexpected events in this gift, the dean will feel grateful for a long time.

Andrew thought about it, and cast an armor spell close to himself, a very weak one.

Then, feeling a little worried, he put a piece of dragon skin inside his clothes - this hybrid skin, which is called dragon skin, can be used for student gloves, and he has a lot of them in his laboratory.

'Very good, very safe.'

Andrew began to summon the elf in Professor McGonagall's office and told him to send a letter to Headmaster Dumbledore immediately - if he couldn't find it, he should return to the door of his laboratory and inform him.

"There's no one at the laboratory door, so I dragged the dean over there!"

Andrew thought about it, then started running towards his dean's office.

Professor Nina is not here - she has a class at this hour.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for Andrew to leave her alone as she was used to asking questions, but this matter was not suitable for her to participate in.

"What's the matter? Are you running in such a hurry?"

The dean sat there, looking at Andrew with a smile.

"Important discovery, Dean!"

Andrew lowered his voice, “Follow me, Dean!”

"Mysterious," Professor Flitwick shook his head, but walked down anyway, "If it's a prank, you'll have an extra foot on your paper this week."

"If the number of papers increases, I will be happy to death..."

Andrew had this thought in his mind, but he still didn't show it. "But it may have to wait a while. To be safe, I bought insurance."

"Of course, the double kind..."

(End of this chapter)