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Chapter 74 Hey, is this the instructor you lost?

Dumbledore folded his fingers in front of him and looked quietly at the cheering students in the Hogwarts Great Hall, pausing for a few minutes.

"Of course, I regret to tell you that the temporary suspension of classes is not exactly the same as a holiday."

After most of the students' emotions stabilized, Dumbledore continued with a smile.

"During this period, the teachers will lead you to carry out a school-wide activity, which may take up a certain amount of your time and energy - but I believe that you will all have a lot of fun from it and gain a particularly valuable period.

life experience."

Following Dumbledore's voice, the cheers in the auditorium gradually dropped.

After all, most students actually know that the school cannot completely allow everyone to move freely.

This sudden burst of excitement was probably due to the fact that it finally broke the tense atmosphere that had enveloped everyone since last night.

"In short, not having to go to Potions class is better than anything else. A whole week without having to think about facing Snape's bad face is almost like a holiday." Fred Weasley touched his shoulder with his shoulder.

The twin brothers said easily.

"No, what's even more wonderful isn't that I don't have to go to the cold and damp underground classroom anymore."

George Weasley raised his eyebrows. In his opinion, almost every Potions class taught by Professor Snape would make him feel uncomfortable for several days.

But most students have courses they hate. Even academic masters like Hermione also have obvious shortcomings like Divination. Therefore, people like the Weasley brothers who still maintain a happy mood are still quite good.

many.

In front of each college table, Elena could see someone looking at Dumbledore expectantly, or whispering to their neighbors with a relaxed expression. But Dumbledore spoke again, and the auditorium became quiet again.

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Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"For a long time, we have paid too much attention to the knowledge in books, so that when facing the difficulties of real life, people often lack some simpler and more flexible coping skills."

He looked at the students in front of him with a smile, his blue eyes shining meaningfully behind his half-moon lenses.

"Therefore, after discussing with the Ministry of Magic, the Board of Directors and the school teachers, I am very happy to tell you that in the next week, we will conduct unified [Basic Life Skills Training] activities for each grade. And

After a week, the grade with the highest overall score will be selected according to certain rules and awarded a prize - the prize comes from the generous sponsorship of the school board and is tentatively set at 4,000 gold galleons."

The old man's words were like a depth charge, quickly triggering a commotion among all the students in the school.

Although I don’t know much about the specific content of [Basic Life Skills Training] mentioned by Dumbledore, the high winning reward alone is enough to make all the little wizards excited instantly.

You know, even a child from a wealthy family like Draco Malfoy would not have more than 100 Galleons of actual pocket money at his disposal in one semester.

"Wait, that's not fair!" Ron Weasley shouted.

The difference between the first-year students and the senior seventh-year students is very intuitive to him, who has five brothers in his family. The upperclassmen occupy an absolute advantage in terms of spell abilities, knowledge reserves and even physical fitness.

Advantage.

Except for the old seventh-year students, students from other grades all made angry protests after hearing Dumbledore's words, including the little badgers of Hufflepuff House, which was always known for being gentle and friendly. (Note 1, click to view)

After all, no matter who looks at it, Dumbledore's grouping method is actually a competition between grades.

This is too unfair to the junior students. It is almost equivalent to directly appointing the senior class to be the final winner.

Facing the young wizards who were excited and protesting loudly against the activity plan, Dumbledore looked across the crowd and glanced at the white-haired dumpling who was quietly drinking porridge on the long table of Hufflepuff, with a strange look in his eyes.

——Deliberately triggering some seemingly unfair topics to divert everyone’s attention to rules and confrontation, rather than the rationality of the activity itself?

Dumbledore mused thoughtfully. So far, except for the slightly evil way, Elena's proposal has indeed succeeded in diverting the attention of the students.

"Then the next step is the reversal."

Dumbledore recalled in his mind the girl's cold voice in the principal's office last night.

The biggest gap in a school is not the college, but the huge gap between each grade due to time.

The best way to temporarily break down the barriers in the academy is to break them up again and create a team that needs to face opponents together.

"In fact, it seems to me that older students will have no advantage in the upcoming projects, Mr. Weasley."

Dumbledore turned around, faced Ron Weasley, who was the loudest, and smiled gently, "In order to make the entire event fairer and more meaningful, most of the judging projects have nothing to do with magical abilities and physical fitness, and more It depends on each person's seriousness and willpower. As for the specific content details, each grade's respective instructor will introduce them in detail, so I won't go into details here."

After speaking, Dumbledore turned around, nodded to the professors on the faculty seats, and continued speaking with a slightly higher volume.

"Next, students of each grade, please follow your instructors to gather at the designated location in the order I read."

"First of all, seventh grade students, please stand up. The person who will guide you through the [Basic Life Skills Training] course this week is Professor Flitwick."

"Seventh graders, come with me. Our regular gathering place this week is the Charms classroom."

The small Professor Flitwick walked out with a serious face and led the oldest students out of the auditorium first.

"Next are the sixth grade students. Your teacher for this week's activities is Professor McGonagall. Please stand up."

"I'm waiting for you in the Transfiguration classroom. I think everyone here still remembers how to get to the Transfiguration classroom, right?"

Professor McGonagall stood up and glanced at the sixth-grade students in the four houses. His eyes stayed on Gryffindor House for a few extra seconds. "Although it is just a simple activity, I still hope that you can take it seriously. For The younger students set an example.”

After two grades were used as demonstrations, the subsequent process became smoother.

"Fifth grade, Professor Sprout."

"Fourth grade, Professor Quirrell."

Students of all grades followed Dumbledore's arrangements, with mixed emotions of confusion and excitement on their faces, and followed their respective guides to the gathering place. The whole activity was surprisingly smooth and quiet, until...

"Third year, Professor Snape."

"Oh no, Dumbledore, you must be kidding!"

Fred Weasley let out a desperate wail, with the same expression on his face as if someone had told him that Christmas was canceled this year, as did all the third-year Gryffindor students.

He finally realized that if there was anything worse than a weekly Potions lesson, it must be having to face Professor Snape every day for a week.

"Potions classroom, you are not allowed to be late."

Snape glanced indifferently at the three remaining third-year students whose morale was almost at zero except for the jubilant Slytherin House. He snorted with an expression on his face and said something quickly,

He left the auditorium directly.

Watching the Weasley twins leave the auditorium with a heavy pace as if they were going to the execution ground, Elena couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth. According to common sense, after experiencing "military training", there will be a meeting between the instructor and the students.

A wonderful friendship has been established. I wonder if this rule applies to magic schools? It’s really exciting.

Dumbledore coughed lightly and regained everyone's attention.

"Sophomores, your instructor is Professor Aurora, and the location is the school's astronomy tower. Because we need to record the orbits of stars, Professor Aurora cannot come to the auditorium in person, but he is already waiting for everyone there.

Please, all students, please go to the astronomy classroom one by one under the leadership of Mr. Filch."

As the second-year students left, only a group of nervous first-year students and Dumbledore were left in the entire auditorium. Everyone subconsciously raised their chests proudly and looked at Professor Dumbledore expectantly.

"So, it seems like we are the only ones left. Unfortunately, I have some more important things to deal with, so I arranged for you to find someone you are familiar with——"

At this moment, the door to the auditorium that Filch had closed when he left was slammed open.

A burly man appeared at the door. His face was almost completely covered by his long unkempt hair and thick tangled beard, which made the blushing face underneath him less obvious.

"Sorry, I'm late. Dumbledore, I thought it would take a while for breakfast to be over..."

The giant stammered in explanation.

In the entire auditorium, except for two people, almost everyone cast their eyes on him in stunned silence, which made him even more nervous. He grabbed the clothes on his body with his thick palms, as if this could relieve him a little.

his emotions.

"Actually, you're not late. You came just in time. It's just that breakfast ended early."

Dumbledore smiled gently and happily broke the awkward atmosphere, "Please allow me to introduce Rubeus Hagrid, the gamekeeper and keykeeper of Hogwarts. He will guide you through a week-long training course.

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