From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

They called out loudly to their commentator friend, their faces full of smugness.

"Who—ah, you two actually dared to show up!"

Lee Jordan jogged over, hugged George, and then punched Fred on the shoulder—not because he had a problem with one of them, but because he couldn't tell who they were either.

"Why wouldn't it appear?" George raised his head. "What are you talking about?"

"What else could it be—jobs, internships, and the big exams before graduation..."

Lee Jordan shook his head. "You know, life isn't always fun, and sometimes there are unexpected troubles—but you two, are you really not planning on working for the Ministry of Magic?"

Because of their astonishing academic improvement in fifth grade, the twins had virtually no chance of getting into the Ministry of Magic—and considering their family background, there weren't many other issues beyond that.

"That's so boring—but we won't talk about that today."

The twins shook their heads, then whispered about their discovery.

"Ok?"

"what?"

Yes!

"No!"

In less than five minutes, the seventh graders who remained in the common room discovered the serious problem after being reminded by the twins—Gryffindor's excellent academic atmosphere and the fine virtue of not losing their OWLS certificates in the fifth grade were about to be lost in this year's class!

What is this behavior?

This is a blatant betrayal of tradition and a disregard for Dean McGonagall's hard work!

This concerns the inheritance of the entire academy and its reputation. How can those who have been through it all stand idly by?

"This is very serious, no, extremely serious!"

Lee Jordan's face turned serious. "We need to unite. We can't let fifth-graders waste their time like this. We need to talk to the school and make them take this seriously—at least make Professor William understand that fifth-graders need supervision!"

"Makes sense!"

It's rare for the older students to reach a consensus: "But what should we do?"

There's no solution yet...

The twins spread their hands. "But I think this is no longer just a matter for our own college. Perhaps we can pool our wisdom and seek help from others."

Everyone hesitated for a moment—the hatred between academies is the most real hatred, and rashly seeking help from other academies is too...

Just as the two sides were arguing fiercely, the entrance to the lounge opened, and a fifth-grader named Lavender climbed in, followed by a head of red hair that everyone was very familiar with.

The two were slightly embarrassed, then quickly slipped back upstairs.

"Should we notify them?"

"Okay, let's notify them..."

Everyone reached a consensus.

-

"Should this serve as a warning to fifth graders?"

In the Slytherin common room, a few students who were playing around a bit wildly reported the news to the prefect, and then the seventh-year students were quickly summoned.

"That's not entirely unreasonable—the fifth-grade students have been too indulgent lately..."

"Yes, especially that one..."

The words were cut short by a drawn-out tone—everyone knows who that is, the former star, Malfoy, whose most famous recent feat was that both of them ended up in the hospital after their duel with the seventh-grader.

After that, although the fifth-graders still didn't play with Malfoy much, the bullying decreased significantly—but that wasn't the most important thing. The most important thing was that the fifth-graders started looking at the seventh-graders strangely, as if they could also pick a seventh-grader to be hospitalized with, just like Malfoy.

This is clearly intolerable—fifth graders should be obediently doing their tests, trembling under the professor's intimidation, and respectfully deferring to seventh graders, instead of looking defiant as they do now, as if they could pull out a magic wand and send the older students to the hospital at any moment!

"But what should we do?"

The consensus on getting fifth graders back on track was quickly reached, but then another problem arose—how exactly do you get fifth graders back on track?

"To make the professor think they're not doing their job properly?"

"To make their scores appear significantly lower?"

"Using public opinion to pressure the school into pressuring the fifth grade?"

"... "

After half a day of discussion, everyone was at a loss.

-

Fifth grade?

"Take it or leave it... If someone's stupid enough to waste OWLS years, that would be incredibly foolish..."

What can temporary pleasure bring?

“A true Ravenclaw doesn’t need someone to urge them to work hard; their most valuable asset is their exceptional intelligence. If they can’t even figure that out, then let them play around.”

"Yeah, everyone's so busy—if you can't figure this out, you might as well just fail the OWLS exam."

Ravenclaws certainly need to understand what they need and how to achieve it; at the very least, a little guidance should be enough—if even this requires coercion…

We're all smart people, so we're all a little lazy. If mentioning it once isn't enough, then we can only laugh it off and never bring it up again.

-

"Huh? Getting fifth graders back on track?"

The Hufflepuffs on their picnic looked at each other—it did seem like fifth graders were being a bit too undisciplined.

But, getting back on the right track...

"They seem to study quite hard, right?"

"should be."

I completed my assignments and papers diligently, and although the extra points weren't much, I tried my best. Aside from having fewer exam papers, there's nothing to criticize. But the exam papers are the professor's responsibility.

"The fifth graders sometimes help with the construction of the new greenhouse, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

Thanks to donations from both Ilfamoni and the Ministry of Magic, the new special greenhouse was built very quickly. Although it was not a holiday and outsiders could not enter, it was already taking shape.

Older students would help out, and they would also take advantage of any spare spots to plant a little something, while the fifth graders were quite enthusiastic as well.

"If they participate in picnics, they will handle the food and clean the dishes, right?"

"They can do that too...they're working really hard..."

"Then—Selma, we're discussing this! Don't take out your snacks!"

"Oh…"

"Anyway, let's see how they react—it's good to do more problems, otherwise, there weren't that many problems in fifth grade before."

"Okay, sure."

-

"Taking fifth graders to an outdoor class again..."

The new week began, and the twins looked exasperated—everyone had been racking their brains trying to make the pace of the fifth grade a bit more intense, not necessarily in terms of the number of tests, but at least to stop focusing on things unrelated to the exams…

But things didn't go as planned. The professor took the fifth graders out for practical exercises again, showing no intention of letting them do any practice tests.

This is not good, this is very bad.

The two exchanged a glance—none of the protests by so many older students had achieved the desired effect.

Professor William ignored them, Professor McGonagall ignored them, and the deans of the various colleges ignored them—their protests seemed to have sunk without a trace, not even making the slightest noise.

This is a bit too outrageous; Professor William shouldn't be like this.

The hectic pace of the OWLS exam two years ago now seems like a dream—the professors seemed to have completely adopted Professor Lupin's approach, making students practice, practice, and more practice.

This is outrageous. According to fifth-graders, they hear less theoretical stuff in class now than Snape did in his divination sessions…

“We have to find a way to change the status quo, my brother.”

Fred stood by the window, watching the last student step out of the castle and disappear into the distance with the professor. "We have to do the right thing."

You mean?

"Yes, that's right."

The two looked at each other, and then simultaneously gave the answer to the question.

It's not too late to do practical exercises in sixth or seventh grade; fifth graders should focus on learning more theory to pass exams. So, based on practical experience, fifth graders are not qualified for practical exercises alone.

-

"You mean, you're setting a trap to embarrass the fifth graders?"

Everyone stared at the twins in astonishment, their eyes filled with admiration—regardless of whether this ruthless method would be effective, the twins were certainly in for a rough time.

"That's right. More than half of the fifth grade has passed, and practical classes have been going on for a while. Let the professor see how pathetic this kind of practical work without theory is, and he will naturally choose the previous method."

The professor had previously advised them that without a solid theoretical foundation, their inventions would ultimately be stuck on a lack of knowledge and could easily lead to danger.

Now, they want to return this statement to the professor verbatim, so that he will not forget his original intention and that students will acquire more knowledge.

"We're certain, and we'll take full responsibility this time, whether it's confinement or point deductions. Anyone willing to join us can help—we've prepared quite a few traps recently..."

"That's as if we've never had points deducted..."

"Count me in, I've recently gained some insights into curses..."

"I still have some dung balls over there."

...

Although time was tight, no one had the thought of giving up.

First of all, this sounds interesting enough, and if you miss it, you probably won't have another chance before graduation.

Secondly, he did become a bit too cocky during fifth grade, and everyone started to look down on him...

"I'll go and call people from other colleges."