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Chapter 693 Hermione's grades were not ideal.

Despite feeling unwell, Dumbledore appeared to be feeling much better after drinking a potion.

"I will arrange for you to take over as Headmaster of Hogwarts as soon as possible," Dumbledore concluded. "Hogwarts needs you."

By appointing Tan Wenjie as the headmaster of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic has once again firmly stood on this side, perhaps even more firmly than when Dumbledore himself personally supported it.

They agreed that once Dumbledore found the Horcrux again, he would send it to Tan Wenjie for destruction.

Soon the entire Hogwarts community learned of this unexpected news: Dumbledore had to leave temporarily for some reason, and the position of headmaster was temporarily filled by Tan Wenjie, a new professor.

At the dinner party, Ron, with a chicken leg in each hand and his mouth stuffed full, declared confidently, "He's definitely up to something!"

"Who?" Harry asked instinctively.

"Professor Tan."

Ron lowered his voice.

"He had only been here a short time when Dumbledore was forced to leave Hogwarts and he became the new headmaster. I heard from my father that he is very rich and that many wizards, and even the Ministry of Magic, need his financial support. He must have used money to get the headmaster position."

“But he is a gentleman.” Harry had a good impression of Tan Wenjie.

“Probably?” Ron shrugged. “Like Draco Malfoy’s father, everyone says he’s a gentleman, but only we know how bad he really is.”

“It definitely wasn’t Professor Tan who chased away Professor Dumbledore!” Hermione stepped forward at this moment, her suddenly raised voice attracting the attention of many people.

Realizing something was wrong with her, she blushed slightly and explained:

"He was very kind to me and always had a smile on his face. He also provided jobs for many wizards, and people called him the greatest wizard entrepreneur of the century."

“He must have other plans.” Ron remained unmoved and muttered under his breath, “It must be because he praised your good study habits, that you’re such a good witch who can memorize things? That’s why you’re siding with him.”

"What do you know."

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Harry quickly stopped them.

At least for now, he finds Professor Tan to be very kind and approachable, and he might now call him Principal Tan.

This amiable atmosphere didn't last long, and as expected, a life filled with complaints from all the Hogwarts students began.

Strict attendance checks, notification of parents for failing grades, random classroom checks, and... weekly quizzes!
"Charms class," Professor Flitwick cleared his throat.

He was very popular among the students. He wasn't as serious as Professor McGonagall, nor did he spew venom like Professor Snape. And no young wizard could resist the feeling of wielding a wand and controlling spells.

"Knock knock."

A knock on the door interrupted Professor Flitwick's carefully crafted emotional state.

Professor Flitwick looked up and saw that the person who had come was Tan Wenjie.

“Headmaster?” Professor Flitwick said. “I was just getting ready to teach.”

“I’d like to give a pop quiz.” Tan Wenjie held a test paper in his hand. “Rather than having young wizards who can’t even remember the spells immediately, I prefer them to be able to recite the spells fluently and understand the specific meaning of each spell before they wave their wands.”

There was an immediate chorus of sighs from the audience.

Few students can withstand the pressure of exams, especially young wizards who prefer a happy learning environment. Many wizards, after graduation, only master the simplest Summoning Charm, and even go hungry when magic is so convenient.

One of their biggest shortcomings is their lack of ambition.

What Tan Wenjie needs to do is not to correct their thinking, but to improve their grades.

From today onwards, Hogwarts will let results speak for themselves.

The young wizards sighed and groaned after receiving their test papers, but Hermione wore a calm and confident smile. She had already memorized almost all the contents of her first-year textbook in her spare time.

When she received the exam paper and saw the questions, her eyebrows involuntarily twitched slightly.

Full of confidence!

“Merlin’s beard, he’s a devil,” Ron’s voice came from the side.

“This is all what we’ve learned,” Hermione said without looking up.

Her pen flew across the paper as she wrote, and she wholeheartedly agreed that Tan Wenjie might be a better headmaster than Dumbledore.

As a young wizard raised in a Muggle family, Hermione didn't have a strong affinity for Dumbledore; her limited understanding of him came from books, while her wizarding classmates grew up surrounded by Dumbledore's stories.

Therefore, she was able to easily reach this conclusion.

Who can help the young wizards go further?

“She’s always like that,” Ron said, pursing his lips. “Miss Know-It-All.”

"You!" Hermione looked up abruptly, her eyes reddening.

Realizing he had said the wrong thing, Ron lowered his head and began to study the distance between his pen and the exam paper, trying to figure out a magic spell that would allow him to complete the exam automatically without having to think about the answers himself.

The result is obvious: simply staring at it will not complete this great spell.

"Okay, time's up."

Tan Wenjie clapped his hands.

“We haven’t finished writing yet, sir!” a student said nervously.

"There are only eight questions, and I've given you 20 minutes." Tan Wenjie waved his magic wand lightly, "The test papers are flying here."

A collective sigh filled the classroom; if they failed this quiz, they were definitely in trouble.

Only Hermione sat upright with her chin raised.

“I am different from Dumbledore,” Tan Wenjie said. “I will not favor any student, nor will I arbitrarily add or subtract house grades. Doing well in exams is the way you can quickly improve your grades.”

Dumbledore's favoritism was obvious to all, especially after Harry Potter arrived. Whether it was breaking the rules by going out at night or trespassing into the Forbidden Forest, they always got extra points.

Although the young wizards who trusted Dumbledore had some doubts, none of them ever questioned him.

Tan Wenjie not only questioned Dumbledore's favoritism, but also his management skills.

On their first day at Hogwarts, the young wizards could get along harmoniously regardless of their school affiliation, but the first thing Dumbledore did was to label them, then divide them into factions, and then assign them tags.

Entering Gryffindor seems to require recklessness, while choosing Slytherin requires cunning and treachery.

Humans are social creatures, and even if they don't want to, they must strengthen certain qualities within themselves in order to integrate into the group.

Therefore, in a magical world where the total population is barely maintained at 3000, the fact that some dark wizards are born every year is definitely inseparable from the education at Hogwarts.

Tan Wenjie was grading the papers on site. Each spell class would have students from two colleges attending together, and grading the papers of a dozen or so students was very easy.

After glancing around, Tan Wenjie did not announce the results on the spot, but turned and left.

The young wizards endured the entire next class in agony, having already heard that other older students who had failed their exams had received angry letters from their parents.

Hermione, for example, has gradually gone from being absolutely confident to feeling uneasy.

Even at dinner time, some students were still anxiously waiting for their own shout-out letters, because they were sure that a large part of their letters were blank and that they had only written their names in a crooked and messy way.

That evening, Hermione finally couldn't resist and went to Tan Wenjie's office.

She knocked gently on the door.

"Please come in," came Tan Wenjie's voice.

"professor."

Hermione clutched her wizard's robes nervously.

"Miss Granger, is something the matter?"

"I want to know my score on today's quiz." Hermione swallowed hard.

"The grades? I won't release the grades," Tan Wenjie said.

"what!"

Hermione's little face scrunched up.

"Please tell me quietly how I did on the exam."

“I understand your thoughts, but this would violate my principles.” Tan Wenjie shook his head again. “I will have exams in a while, and the results will be announced then. Maybe some students will receive the shouting message, or maybe all of them will receive it.”

He didn't comment on her grades or not, and his indifferent attitude made Hermione increasingly unsure whether her answers were correct.

When Hermione returned to her dorm to rest, she couldn't help but reflect on every problem she had solved while lying in bed, so much so that she was groggy and had dark circles under her eyes when she ate breakfast in the morning.

In contrast, Ron and Harry had long forgotten about their grades and started gossiping.

Harry, worried about his friend, asked, "Hermione, what's wrong?"

"Ignore her," Ron muttered sarcastically from the side. "It's probably because of the exam again. Maybe she didn't do as well as she usually does."

His words clearly struck a chord with Hermione.

Professor Tan didn't announce the results but instead chose to retake the test. Perhaps it was because no one had achieved the required score in the previous quiz, and he wanted to avoid making things too awkward, so he decided to let everyone off the hook.

Hermione cannot accept not getting first place or a perfect score.

Hermione, where are you going?

"library."

Seeing Hermione leave in a hurry after eating only a few bites, Harry turned to Ron and said, "You shouldn't have said that."

“That’s the truth.” Ron didn’t seem to care. He lowered his voice. “I heard from George and Fred that they ran into Professor Tan while they were out for a walk last night. He seemed to be looking for something.”

"What?" Harry asked instinctively.

“Could it be a treasure hidden in Hogwarts?” Ron shrugged, indicating that he wasn’t quite sure either. “Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to get rid of Dumbledore and then take the headmaster’s position himself.”

Harry didn't answer. He still believed in Tan Wenjie, but a sliver of doubt was brewing in his heart. Perhaps there really was a problem?
I really shouldn't have doubted myself.

But what if?
Under Tan Wenjie's exam-oriented education strategy, all the students at Hogwarts were gripped by exam panic, and their grades improved rapidly in a short period of time.

Tan Wenjie successfully completed side quest 1 and unlocked the second side quest in the chain.

【2崇拜者：成为学生们最崇拜的对象；待解锁任务3？4？；奖励：商城5折券*1】

Completing this side quest isn't difficult; a basilisk is hiding in Hogwarts.

Nothing inspires more admiration in students than the annihilation of legendary monsters, and to open the secret room, a snake language is needed.

"Professor, are you looking for me?"

Harry rushed over as soon as he learned that he had been summoned by the new headmaster.

“Harry, I need your help with something.” Tan Wenjie nodded.

"Need me?" Harry perked up immediately.

Have you heard of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?

……

"Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?!"

At lunchtime, Harry came to the table and told Ron everything he had heard that morning, while Hermione, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but prick up her ears.

Seeing that many people had turned their attention to him, Ron covered his mouth.

“You know?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know.” Ron shook his head. “But it doesn’t sound like a good thing, after all, it’s related to the evil Slytherin.”

“We can go look through the documents,” Hermione interjected.

“No need,” Harry said. “The professor has already told me everything about the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin. He said it was secretly built by Salazar Slytherin, the founder, to purge those who were not fit to learn magic.”

"Someone who can't learn magic?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

Harry stared at her and nodded: "Your parents aren't one of those wizards."

“Me?” Hermione pointed to the tip of her nose, the answer making her feel absurd.

It's another case of bloodline theory.

She was fed up with the people here who were all talk and no action, and who always used bloodline to distinguish between the noble and the lowly.

“And then?” Ron asked.

“The professor said there’s a basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets that can turn people to stone,” Harry said. “He also hopes I can help open the Chamber.”

"Why were you able to open the secret room?" Ron asked instinctively.

“Because I can understand snakes,” Harry said. “The professor calls it Parsleyan.”

“That’s a very evil kind of magic,” Hermione explained from the side.

When Harry looked at her with concern, Hermione quickly said, "I wasn't talking about you, Harry."

"The professor said that snake voice can be learned or inherited."

"Genetics? You mean..."

"I want to know more about my parents. The professor promised me that he would tell me everything after opening the secret chamber and dealing with the basilisk."

Ron didn't say anything more, but simply said, "I'm going too!"

Despite the fact that legendary characters like Salazar and the Basilisk made Ron's legs go weak, he absolutely couldn't let his best friend go on an adventure alone.

“Me too,” Hermione said.

The three hit it off immediately and took the initiative to approach Tan Wenjie.

As soon as they knocked on the door and were allowed to enter the office, they saw a large rooster with very bright and beautiful feathers on Tan Wenjie's desk.

"It's even more beautiful than the Fox."

Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes looked like a scruffy chicken compared to this rooster.

They are worlds apart in both presence and appearance.

"Professor, what is this?"

"The chickens I raise are practically magical creatures," Tan Wenjie said.

"You intend to use it to fight the Basilisk?" Hermione asked excitedly.

Tan Wenjie nodded: "That's right, the rooster is the basilisk's natural enemy, and Miss Granger has earned 5 points for Gryffindor."

Hermione proudly raised her chin, while Ron scoffed at her.

“Professor, I’m willing to help you open the Chamber of Secrets,” Harry said. “But they want to join in too; we’re very good friends.”

The three men stared nervously at Tan Wenjie, fearing he might refuse.

Tan Wenjie nodded: "Of course."

He had already chosen the performance venue, so the three of them were destined to make a wasted trip.

They led the three to Myrtle's bathroom and found the mechanism at the water pipe. When Harry approached, he hissed.

Ron and Hermione, standing nearby, were already pale with fright.

The mechanism was activated, and the secret room was opened.

Tan Wenjie threw the generator into it.

Boom boom boom!
The noise continued.

“Something’s moving in the pipe.” Harry’s observation was very sharp.

With a loud "bang," a wall of Hogwarts was suddenly smashed open, and the giant basilisk fell into the castle courtyard, a sight witnessed by all the young wizards.

Students were already screaming.

The actual situation was not as dangerous as imagined. The incessantly crowing electric chicken perfectly countered the basilisk, and it had already pecked out the basilisk's eyes, leaving it almost unable to resist and only able to roll on the ground.

"Crack!"

A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky.

With Thor's hammer in his left hand and a magic wand in his right, Tan Wenjie stepped on the basilisk's head and, under the students' watchful eyes, lightly struck it with the hammer, smashing the basilisk's head to pieces.

Tan Wenjie turned to look around, and the students cast eager glances his way.

[3. Messenger of Justice: Do something great that represents absolute justice; Mission 4 to be unlocked?]

That makes it even simpler; he controls the newspaper industry.

His achievements in defeating the Basilisk and saving the Hogwarts students were enough to earn him the title of a hero of justice.

He could also obtain the Order of Merlin if he wished.

"Relax, kids." He held Thor's hammer, crackling with electricity, and stood on the giant basilisk corpse, looking around. His voice was full of power. "With me here, you will always be safe."

the other side,
The three little ones had just heard a noise, and then saw Tan Wenjie disappear on the power of lightning.

When they realized what was happening and rushed to the window to look out, they only saw Tan Wenjie standing on the corpse of the snake monster.

"Damn it, we didn't see anything!" Ron said regretfully.

If I had known, he wouldn't have come along; we've missed the best time to see it.

Harry was excited; he was finally going to learn more about the secrets related to himself.

Only Harry was allowed into the headmaster's office.

The other students returned to their dormitories to rest under the supervision of their prefects. The professors were on edge after the basilisk incident, and only Tan Wenjie was able to relax so much.

"Can you tell me?" Harry asked nervously.

"You are Voldemort's Horcrux." Tan Wenjie revealed the spoiler without any hesitation. "A part of his soul resides in your body. To completely destroy him, you must destroy all the Horcruxes."

"Horcrux?"

"Dumbledore left Hogwarts to find out the whereabouts of the Horcruxes."

Dumbledore's actions became the most compelling testimony.

"But don't worry, I already have a solution."

"Yes?"

“That’s right, I can help you solve it right now.” Tan Wenjie nodded, walked to Harry’s side, and gently patted his head.

The power of the Fengdu Emperor easily absorbed his soul and grasped the faint fragment of soul that was attached to Harry in his hand.

[Soul Essence *1]

"Alright, go back to sleep."

"That's it?" Harry asked incredulously.

But he also discovered that his scars seemed to have stopped hurting.

What a thrilling yet relaxing adventure!