A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 582 Hogwarts: Raising Gu

A little girl falls flat on her face... no matter how much she develops, it will probably all be smoothed out.

It's the same as rat poison.

William looked like he was in a lot of pain, but he didn't really feel sorry for her; she wasn't his little girl.

Therefore, the smile that appeared on his face... in a general sense, can be judged as schadenfreude.

As soon as she crouched down and reached out to take the little penis, Astoria suddenly curled up, pressing the little penis under her unremarkable chest.

William joked, "What, are you really writing bad things about me? That doesn't make sense. I even saved your life, have you forgotten?"

The little girl pressed the little boy down tightly, tilted her head, and said seriously:

"I'll give you all my pocket money from now on, can you please stop selling things on the train?"

William rolled his eyes.

These days... even competitors are starting to compete fiercely?

Just now it was McNeil, now it's Astoria... constantly finding ways to stop Akali from doing business.

William bluntly refused, saying, "Do you think I'm stupid? How much pocket money do you have?"

Besides, your allowance will eventually be taken by your sister and end up in my pocket anyway.

The little girl raised her sore hand, wanting to throw the little boy at William's hateful face.

"You lose it? If you lose it, I'll deduct points from your score." William shook his prefect badge.

Astoria then noticed that William was wearing the prefect's badge.

"Alright, get up by yourself. No one's helping you. Don't try to take advantage of me or try to cheat me. I don't like little girls like you."

Where is your sister Daphne?

"I used the money I saved up over the summer vacation to buy something in your train carriage."

William's mood improved again; these loyal customers are just great.

"Who else?"

"Draco, Goyle, and the others."

"..."

Are you sure Malfoy went to buy something, and not to find Harry?

William just couldn't understand why Malfoy was fixated on Harry when there were so many handsome guys at Hogwarts.

This must be what love is.

By the time William arrived at the carriage, the fighting was already over.

Hermione gripped her wand and restrained all five people, suspending them in mid-air above the carriage ceiling.

With Hermione's current abilities, she could really take on ten of them!

"Let me go!" Ron was still yelling. "I'll fuck you to death, Malfoy!"

"Come on, come on." Malfoy, sporting panda eyes, didn't forget his Slytherin tradition, saying sarcastically:

"But let me put your beautiful dress down first. If I get it dirty, you'll cry and call for your mom!"

Malfoy was waving a very "unique" dress in his hand.

It resembled a dark purple velvet dress with a neckline trimmed with what appeared to be moldy ruffles and matching lace trim on the cuffs.

Rather than a formal dress, its vintage feel makes it more like an antique.

Malfoy kept fiddling with it, seemingly wanting to put it on and show it off to everyone.

"Weasley, do you really want to wear clothes like that, huh? I mean—they were quite fashionable around the 1790s..."

Malfoy let out a series of loud laughs, and Crabbe and Goyle joined in with their gruff, shrill laughter.

"Go eat shit, Malfoy!" Ron's face turned the same color as his tuxedo robe.

He unleashed a string of nasty insults, including hurling insults at Malfoy's maternal lineage.

It's definitely impossible to translate, and even if I wrote it down, it would be censored.

Malfoy's face turned pale, his lips trembled with anger, and he was about to retort when William waved his wand, silencing both of them.

"Hurry up and get out of here, or I'll tell Professor McGonagall after we get off the train, and you'll all be put in solitary confinement!"

William put everyone down.

After landing, Malfoy threw his clothes at Ron, glared at Harry resentfully, and slunk away.

Ron quickly packed his clothes, turned around and yelled at Hermione:

"You shouldn't have used magic to control me! I'm going to punch Malfoy in the face! Whose side are you on anyway?!"

"The two of you are no match for the three of them," Hermione said calmly. "I just separated you in time."

"Stop causing trouble, please be quiet."

"He provoked us first!" Ron roared angrily. "He mocked my dad first. My dad could be promoted anytime... he just likes where he is now..."

"Okay, Ron, don't let him affect your mood!" Ginny comforted him.

"No way! It won't affect me!" Ron said, picking up the cauldron cake Harry bought and mashing it into a pulp.

Harry: "..."

"What bad luck... It's like he knows everything, and we're all kept in the dark..." Ron roared angrily again.

He rebuked, "You all knew perfectly well, yet you didn't tell Harry and me."

Hermione looked at William pleadingly.

He waved his wand, and Hermione found herself unable to hear anything. Her ears were completely silent, and a look of relief appeared on her face.

Then, she picked up her ancient magic script textbook.

"It's the Triwizard Tournament..." William explained, sitting down in a chair. "The school is holding a Triwizard Tournament."

"What is the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Three schools in Europe: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Each school selects a champion, and then the three champions compete in three magical events."

"Beauxbatons... Durmstrang? Is that a school too?" Harry asked, puzzled.

He thought Hogwarts was the only school.

"It's a European school. Beauxbatons ranks about the same as Hogwarts in the European Magic Education Assessment."

Durmstrang is a little further back, because they place great importance on black magic,” William said softly.

"Is Hogwarts ranked number one in educational assessments among all schools?" Harry asked expectantly.

William scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

This is a truly embarrassing question.

Hogwarts... the name itself evokes images of a long-established, millennia-old institution with a rich history.

But in reality, among so many magic schools around the world, Hogwarts' educational standards are only considered average.

Dumbledore was very strong, but he didn't teach; he only did administrative work.

How is the management level?

Under his diligent management, over the years:

Several professors have died (a thousand words omitted here), trolls have roamed the streets, basilisks have appeared in Quidditch arenas, Forbidden Forest creatures have stormed the campus, there have been locked-room attacks, thunderbirds have attacked the express train, Dementors have roamed in large numbers, and Death Eaters have broken in...

The little incidents that have happened over the years could fill a book called "A Certain Magical Hogwarts".

If we include all the teachers and students who died in the time loop... it would be strange if Dumbledore, the headmaster, wasn't imprisoned in Azkaban.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this is destroying the flowers of our motherland, would it?

With your abilities... you still have the nerve to talk about your management skills?

Then look at the professors in each subject... their levels vary greatly, they are all ugly and have all sorts of strange personalities.

This kind of school can still be ranked in the middle in magic assessments... William doesn't believe it's because of bribery.

Not to mention, good schools generally have a consistent level of teaching quality.

Hogwarts excels in many subjects, but it has one major weakness – Defense Against the Dark Arts.

That's right, at most they're only slightly unbalanced in one subject, or to put it more seriously, they're lame.

Hogwarts... Ha, good grief, his legs are gone.

Other schools are genuinely engaged in scientific research, academic pursuits, and education... Hogwarts is just raising parasites.

William couldn't wait to take over as principal and make the school bigger and stronger, so he could see what education was all about.

Putting everything else aside, please stop touting this talk of humanistic care. Let's start with the Hengshui model.

Students' time is accurate to the second, with a small quiz every week and a large quiz every month.

Let's set an OwLs success rate... exceeding 95%, leaving magic schools worldwide speechless and kneeling down to call us daddy.

These are real, tangible results!

The professors... they just squeezed every last drop out of them, starting with 715. If that didn't work, they gave everyone a time converter.

If that doesn't work, we'll have to resort to the ultimate solution: make everyone look like Professor Binns... Surely then no one will complain about working overtime anymore?

However, these words certainly cannot be spoken to Dumbledore and the professors, otherwise, it's uncertain who will die first.

William could only vaguely reply to Harry, "Our school's educational standards are alright... In England, if we're second to none, nobody dares to claim to be first."

"..."

"What about Durmstrang? Where is it?" Ron pressed. "Malfoy just said that his father wants him to turn around."

"Very few people know exactly where Durmstrang is," William said softly.

"It is located in the fjord region of the Scandinavian Peninsula."

The Scandinavian Peninsula is located in the northwestern corner of Europe, bordering the Baltic Sea, the Norwegian Sea, and the Barents Sea of ​​Northern Europe. It shares borders with Russia and northern Finland, extending north to Finland.

This area is now part of Northern Europe.

"Then their school must be very cold. Ah, just imagine what would happen."

Ron said wistfully, "Pushing Malfoy off the glacier and making it look like an accident probably wouldn't be too difficult... It's a shame his mother likes him so much..."

William rolled his eyes.

He felt that Ron was more likely to be killed.

However, Professor Babling is still one of the board members of Grindelwald's alma mater.

Who knows, William might even become the principal of three schools.

He started craving peaches again.

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Finally finished writing it; at least I didn't abandon the project.

(End of this chapter)