Rebirth of the Harry Potter

"Hello, warriors." A cheerful voice sounded.

Bagman came from the edge of the field.

The other four warriors also appeared, stepping over the low walls and walking towards the center of the court.

"What do you think of the construction?" Bagman said proudly, "It's not yet in the final stage. In the remaining month, Hagrid will grow these walls to a height of six meters."

Bagman stood on tiptoe, raised his hand, and made a tall gesture.

The boys present, except for Harry, Cedric, Krum and the two soy sauce boys, all glared at Bagman.

What is the concept of occupying and modifying the terrain of the Quidditch pitch? It is equivalent to the Muggle world basketball court being occupied by square dancing aunts.

This is an insult to their faith.

Seeing the unhappy expressions on the faces of several people, Bagman hurriedly said, "Don't worry, the Quidditch pitch will return to its original state once the Triwizard Tournament is over."

He said: "You see these walls, guess what is going to be played?"

Vincent Piccolo rolled his eyes: "How would I know that? I knew this place was really... dark."

Fu Rong said, "A labyrinth?"

"By the way!" Bagman said happily: "This is a maze. The third project is very simple and clear. It is for you to find the Triwizard Cup in the maze. Whoever touches the trophy first will be considered as the end of the game."

Fleur looked at Harry with a smile: Look, although I didn't guess the underground passage correctly, I still guessed the competition format correctly.

Poliaco Brown said: "So easy? We just have to go through the maze?"

"Of course not." Bagman said: "There are many obstacles in the maze. These are the tests that the professors have found from all over the world. There are more than a hundred kinds. For example, Professor Hagrid released a few dangerous monsters. Professor Levy has arranged some spells that must be lifted... Also, you should know that the warrior with the highest score in the front will enter the maze first, and you all know the score, so I won't talk about it."

"Okay, if there are no other questions, then we can return to the castle."

So everyone nodded and stepped over the slowly growing wall again.

...

The History of Magic class was as dull as ever.

The flow of time seems to slow down, and it even feels like every minute is one more second.

Harry leaned on the table, moving the hands under the table, and sighed in his heart: the girl's hand is very comfortable to hold, it is white and tender, soft and cool to hold... and Hermione, Zhang Qiu, Astoria's small hands feel completely different.

Hermione stared blankly at the blackboard, and even she found Professor Binns' class really boring. If Harry's dishonest hand hadn't given Hermione a little fun, she might have been lying on the table like Harry, and met Harry's eyes.

Suddenly, Harry sat up straight and his eyes lit up: "Hermione, I have a bold idea."

Hermione said in a panic: "Harry, don't go too far! Even if Professor Binns didn't notice, I wouldn't agree. This is a class! It's the limit for you to rub my hand."

Harry: "???"

"What the hell are you talking about? I mean that Hogwarts can introduce a teaching evaluation system for students in Muggle schools. Since its inception, Hogwarts has only professors who strictly demand students, but there is no way to supervise professors. , which is too unfair and not conducive to the healthy development of the school."

Hermione blushed, and then said: "That's right. For example, Professor Snape always deducted Gryffindor's points for no reason, but there was nothing he could do about it. For some professors who don't teach well, students The teaching evaluation can also supervise them and let them improve their teaching style."

Afterwards, Harry and Hermione discussed specific aspects of teaching evaluation for half an hour.

...

It is naturally best for Dumbledore to come forward in this matter.

It didn't take long for Harry to hear back from Dumbledore, who supported the idea.

A few days later.

Professor McGonagall made the announcement.

Starting from this semester, Hogwarts will conduct an evaluation on the teaching level of professors at the end of each school year.

Those who perform particularly well will not only be awarded the Hogwarts Outstanding Professor Medal, but also receive a considerable bonus.

And those who perform in general will not be rewarded or punished.

Professors who are rated poorly by students will not only be warned and deduct part of their salary, but those who are serious will be expelled from Hogwarts.

When Snape heard about this, he immediately rushed to Professor McGonagall's office to protest the evaluation.

How could he bully the Gryffindor students unscrupulously like this.

Professor McGonagall pushed his reading glasses and said: "Severus, don't worry. This teaching evaluation is absolutely fair and just, because there are magical restrictions, students can only write their own thoughts truthfully, and it is impossible to deliberately say that a professor bad words."

Snape's mood didn't get better at all, he knew best what his own virtue was.

After Snape left.

Professor McGonagall snorted. She knew that Snape had been unfair to Gryffindor students, and she had missed so many House Cups because of this.

With the evaluation of teachers, Snape will definitely restrain himself in the future.

Some students told Professor Binns about this, but he was indifferent.

I don't know if I don't care at all, or I am very confident in my teaching level.

...

June 17, 1994.

Exam week has begun.

Hermione, Zhang Qiu, and Astoria all started to get busy with the exam.

Only Harry, who looked relaxed because the Warriors didn't have to take final exams.

After the first round of the exam, Hermione, who was clearly a top student but was worried about failing the exam, came back with a pale face.

She said jealously: "Harry, I should also sign up for the Warriors, so that I don't have to worry about taking the exam."

"I think your competition is very simple. The first level uses the Flying Curse, the second level uses the Bubble Curse, and the third level is unknown...I can do it myself."

"Of course, as long as Hermione goes out, winning the trophy will be easy." Harry said with a smile.

June twenty-fourth.

morning.

Dazzling golden sunlight cast a wide band of light through the high windows in the corridor, and the blue sky outside the window was as bright as if it had just been glazed.

The atmosphere in the castle became tense and excited again.

Today is the last day of the exam, and it is also the day when the competition for the third project begins.

After today, they will stay in school for another week, and it will be a holiday.

The Gryffindor breakfast table is very lively, and Gryffindor is always the most active of the four houses.

A screeching owl brought Hermione the morning's Daily Prophet as usual. She opened the newspaper, glanced at the front page, and immediately sprayed a mouthful of pumpkin juice all over the newspaper.

"Harry, take a good look at what Rita Skeeter has reported about you."

As soon as Harry opened the newspaper, he saw a picture of himself, and the headline on it read:

Harry Potter - the greatest warrior of all time.

The content promotes Harry as the only highlight of this Triwizard Tournament. Without Harry, the Triwizard Tournament seems to be bleak.

Articles praise a person's vocabulary as much as they can.

Harry suspects that the propaganda department of the Ministry of Magic is brain-dead, how can the official newspapers allow such a bottomless article to be published-although he thinks what Rita Skeeter said is right, it is boastful to say it directly suspected.

What do you make the friends of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons think?

Harry closed the newspaper and said, "Rita Skeeter is the worst fan class I've ever had."

Headmaster McGonagall walked towards them along the Gryffindor table.

"Potter, the warriors are assembled in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast," she said.

Hermione said: "Professor, didn't the game start at night? What's the matter now?"

Principal McGonagall said: "The relatives of the warriors have come to watch your finals, you can meet each other."

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