Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 152 Perfect Final Grades

Friday morning at 5:00 AM.

Harry woke up in bed as usual.

After waking up early for several months in a row, his body had gradually adapted to the feeling, and he was determined to maintain this good habit, even during holidays.

He had even drafted his summer plans. Although he wouldn't be able to use his wand to cast spells, he could continue his physical training and practice wandless spellcasting—though it was very difficult, it was better than doing nothing.

Harry really hoped that the Vernons wouldn't interfere with what he was doing.

I glanced at my roommates who were still fast asleep—Ron had completely let loose this holiday week. He had been playing Wizard's Chess with Simo all day yesterday, and he didn't want to stop even after lights out. Now he was snoring loudly.

Neville seemed to be having a nightmare, and was lying in bed groaning.

Harry smiled silently, quite satisfied with his current life.

He walked out of the dormitory with his study guide in his hand—the guide had recently been updated, adding a potion-making module and a note-taking function so he could record his thoughts and insights at any time.

Compared to books, it is far lighter and more convenient, and now every student at Hogwarts can't live without it.

Harry was about to study for a while as usual before heading to the Great Hall, but his attention was suddenly drawn to a familiar, short figure in front of the bulletin board.

The house-elf Dobby no longer looked as shabby as before. He was wearing a suit similar to Barton's, but in yellow, which looked extremely festive.

Good morning, Harry!

Dobby seemed very happy to see Harry, but he seemed more focused on his work, even though his face was beaming with joy at the sight of Harry, he still didn't put down what he was doing.

"Hey Dobby, what are you doing here?"

Harry seemed somewhat bewildered—he hadn't seen the other person for a while.

"Dobby is working for Hogwarts now—look, Professor McGonagall asked me to post your report cards."

Dobby showed Harry the parchment in his hand, pasting it one by one onto the bulletin board.

A report card?!

Harry walked over curiously and took a closer look—it really was—and began to search for his name.

"Harry Potter."

His heart felt a little itchy.

Charmsology: O
Transfiguration: O
Potions: A (He pursed his lips, imagining Snape's expression)
Defense Against the Dark Arts: O
Herbalism: A
History of Magic: A
Looking at his name on the report card and the three 'O's on the right, Harry smiled from the bottom of his heart.

These are the marks that his efforts have been recognized.

Of course, it is also a result of Professor Li Wei's teaching.

Harry pursed his lips, not bothering to look at the other people's scores—since everyone was still asleep, he'd wait until they returned to share the surprise together.

"Dobby, you go ahead with your work, I'm going to do my morning exercise."

"Okay, Harry."

Dobby waved goodbye with great enthusiasm, which made Harry smile again.

When Harry returned to the common room after his morning exercise, it was already packed with people.

The morning's tranquility was shattered when the 'first' student discovered the parchment on the bulletin board.

"Results! The results are out!" Students in pajamas with messy hair poured out of the dormitory stairs, crowding the bulletin board.

On several huge sheets of parchment, the names and subject grades of each lower-grade student were clearly listed in magical ink.

Ron squeezed to the front of the crowd, his eyes almost touching the parchment, his fingers trembling as he searched down the list.

"E! E! E! It's almost all E!"

He whirled around, a radiant smile of wild joy spreading across his face, and stepped out of the crowd to embrace Harry:

"You see that, Harry? All E's and above! Mom can't find a reason to yell at me anymore!"
I'm sure I'll have the most relaxing summer vacation I've ever had when I go home this year.

"Look who this is—?"

“Oh—of course it’s our little brother, Ron Full E Weasley!”

"Sigh, it seems we two old folks are going to fall out of favor. From now on, all Mom will be nagging about Ron's report cards."

The Weasley twins each held their younger brother on either side, roughly ruffling his hair.

Their grades this year were also very good, with not a single failing grade. You know, last year they even got two failing grades – for which their mother was very angry and extremely opposed to their pranks.

They had also asked about Ginny's grades, and they were even better than Ron's—her mother would be overjoyed to see her come home this year—they needed to take this opportunity to scam some more pocket money.

Perhaps we could get Ginny to invest some money in them?
Hermione stood on the periphery of the crowd, her hands clenched tightly in front of her chest, standing on tiptoe and peering inside.

She wasn't as eager as the others, but she was still a little nervous.

When her gaze finally found her name, she examined it carefully, almost letter by letter.

"Charms O, Transfiguration O, Potions O"

Only after confirming that she had received an O in all her subjects did she let out a long, soft sigh of relief, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed.

For Ron Harry and his classmates, perhaps all they need to do is pass every subject.

However, since Levi's last suggestion, Hermione has decided to embark on a steadfast path—to maintain the absolute perfection of the theory, to rely on this belief to trust herself, and to firmly continue on the path of magic.

She's not some witch with just a little cleverness; she'll master all the knowledge before graduation, like a professor, and steadily climb the path of magic until she reaches the top.

After the results came out, all the younger wizards were relieved.

On Friday night, Hogwarts Great Hall was newly decorated—because Gryffindor was the winner last year, the Great Hall's style still used the red color that represents Gryffindor.

On the wall behind the main seating area, there was a huge banner depicting the Gryffindor lion.

Before the students boarded the Hogwarts Express and left the school, they had one last banquet to attend.

Speaking of which, this is already the third one this month?

Not only the students, but even Professor McGonagall, the vice principal, has gotten used to it—she has become more and more enthusiastic and enjoys the atmosphere more and more.

For educators, it would be somewhat inappropriate to maintain a stern expression when students have submitted such excellent, near-perfect answers.

But today—the main character belongs to Headmaster Dumbledore.

He's about to announce the scores for the Academy Cup.

(End of this chapter)