Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

In the principal's office, Wayne was giving a passionate speech.

"At that time, I had just entered the magic world, and the first feeling I had was my poverty."

Professor McGonagall took a breath of cold air, and finally couldn't help interrupting the boy who had just entered the state: "Wayne, you said you were poor... isn't it inappropriate?"

She felt that she would never forget the scene at that time. An eleven-year-old boy took out a gold brick from his schoolbag with some effort and slapped it on the table.

If this is considered poor... then aren't the students of Hogwarts poor students per capita?

"Minerva, I am just a metaphor here." Wayne explained patiently: "I am explaining it from the perspective of a little wizard born in a Muggle family."

"After all, except for a few people who can exchange gold for Galleons, most students have only a small annual limit. After buying textbooks, there is not much money left."

Professor McGonagall understood what he said and nodded in agreement.

"But the restrictions on the exchange of Muggle currency for Galleons are set by the Ministry of Magic. The school should not be able to do anything, right?"

"There are still some ways." Wayne said with a smile: "Let's talk about them one by one."

"First, I will go to the Ministry of Magic to discuss the issue of the exchange limit. I will try my best to persuade the Ministry of Magic to raise this limit, at least to about 100."

"Second, it is to conduct centralized procurement, and the school will come forward. Large-scale purchases can reduce the price."

For things like crucibles and dragon leather gloves that are often damaged and replaced, the school can buy a batch first and store them, and then sell them to students at the original price when they need them. "

"Very good suggestions." Professor Sprout praised: "I agree."

"I agree too. "

None of the deans objected, and Wayne handed the arduous task of logistics management to... Filch.

As the school's key keeper, commonly known as the gatekeeper, Filch's daily tasks were not heavy, and he had plenty of time and energy to deal with these trivial matters.

Wayne also wanted him to be a logistics manager to share the pressure with Professor McGonagall.

Filch, who had been sitting at the end and listening to everyone's discussion, looked up in surprise when he heard his name.

"Laurence, Mr. Lawrence, are you right?"

"It's you, Mr. Filch." Wayne looked at him and encouraged: "Your understanding of the students' situation is no worse than any professor, and you have made a lot of contributions to the school. This position belongs to you."

Filch was so excited that he couldn't speak clearly after being recognized. It took him a long time to make a promise that he would do his best to ensure that everything he bought was at the lowest price.

"Then, there is the third way. "Wayne waved his hand and said, "In order to motivate students to study, I decided to set up a scholarship."

"All students who rank in the top ten in each grade will receive a certain amount of Galleons as a reward, which can both relieve students''s economic pressure, and can also stimulate everyone's enthusiasm for learning. "

"The name can't be too complicated, um, let's call it the Lawrence Scholarship."

"Is it really okay to name it after yourself?" Snape couldn't hold it anymore and complained subconsciously.

"Hmm?" Wayne looked at him with empty eyes, "Severus, do you have any opinions?"

"No, I think... it's good." Snape's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly regretted why he said it out loud.

"Since you think it's good..." Wayne said with a smile, "Then Severus, shouldn't you express your feelings?"

"Express what?" Snape felt bad in his heart

"Although the scholarship has been set up, there is no money in it. Severus, you are a good professor loved by students, and you will definitely donate generously, right? "

Snape was about to curse.

You didn't pay for the scholarship named after you, and you wanted me to be the scapegoat?

Even Voldemort is not as vicious as you!

But seeing the boy looking at him with a warm smile, he couldn't say no.

I dare not say it, and I can't say it.

"How much?" These words just jumped out of his teeth.

"Not much." Wayne roughly calculated: "There are seven grades, and the graduates don't need to pay. Anyway, they have graduated. Let's count it as six grades, 300 Galleons per grade, what do you think?"

"I... think it's good." Snape agreed with a cold face: "But I will only pay this money once."

"Well, once is enough, and the money will be paid by the board of directors later."

"Then thank Professor Snape for his donation, let's applaud him! "

Wayne took the lead, and other professors also clapped their hands while suppressing their laughter, expressing their admiration and praise for Snape's selflessness.

Only the parties involved were still as emotional as the ice that had not melted in the past year.

The professors also expressed their understanding. If they had lost nearly two thousand Galleons, their faces would definitely be more ugly than Snape's.

"Okay." Wayne's smile faded and his expression became serious. "Let's talk about the most serious problem in the school now."

"That is that the students are too casual! Too relaxed!"

Wayne slapped the table with some dissatisfaction, "This is what hurts me the most. The quality of graduates is getting worse every year. Take last year for example, the excellence rate of various subjects was almost less than 10%. ”

When it comes to studying, Professor McGonagall becomes more serious than Wayne, especially when Wayne talks about the excellent rate, which makes her blush.

In the last graduating class, only two students in the whole school got an O, which is really the worst class she has ever taught.

“You are right, I also think that students nowadays are too casual and have no sense of crisis at all.” Professor McGonagall said with a headache, “But I think I have given enough homework.”

“Minerva, homework can’t solve all problems.” Flitwick said sharply, "We should cultivate students' interests and let them learn spontaneously."

"I think it's better to let things take their own course." Professor Sprout expressed a different opinion, "Some students are biased in their subjects and are indeed lacking in talent, just like Mr. Longbottom, who did well in my class."

"The punishment is still not severe enough." Snape smiled sinisterly: "As long as the bottom ten students in each grade are locked up for a month in the future, there is no need to worry that they will not work hard."

The four deans took turns to express their opinions, representing their different teaching philosophies, and other professors also expressed their own ideas.

But Wayne shook his head.

"Everyone, you are not getting to the point."

The professors all looked at him.

Wayne slammed the table and stood up: "The most fundamental reason is that there are too few exams at Hogwarts!"

"From enrollment in September to exams in June, it takes a full ten months. During this period, although there are some small classroom tests, they have no effect on the final grades at all."

"Think about it, in ten months, what you learned before will be forgotten by the time of the exam. Students also understand this, so they are absent-minded in the first two semesters and leave it to the last minute for intensive review."

"This is absolutely not allowed!"

Wayne said excitedly, waving his hand, "In order to make Everyone should always maintain a good learning state, so you have to take exams, and take them hard!"

"There are two semesters in a school year, so there will be a midterm exam and a final exam in each semester."

"Enter in September, take an exam in early November, take an exam before Christmas vacation, enter in January, take an exam in March, and take an exam in June."

"We must always give students intensity and pressure. Only in this way will they not just sprint at the end of the semester."

"What do you think?"

All the professors stared at Wayne in astonishment, and they didn't say anything for a long time.

Even the most severe Professor McGonagall felt that it was too harsh, and stammered, "Wayne, Wayne, isn't this too much? Taking an exam every two months is a bit too frequent."

Wayne waved his hand and said nothing.

This is just the beginning.

You have never seen weekly tests, monthly exams, midterms, final exams, and sometimes joint exams of five or eight schools.

"Professor McGonagall, we are also for the future of our students." Wayne said earnestly: "Don't you want your students to get an ideal score and find a job they like when they graduate?"

"I..." Professor McGonagall hesitated. She knew that if she followed Wayne's method, she would probably be able to improve her grades.

It was just that the exam went from once a year to five or six times a year. She couldn't accept it for a while.

"So, let's try it a few times, starting from this Christmas and see how it works?"

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Professor McGonagall finally agreed.

[Ding! Major event generation - Good people don't pay for their lives, evil will be left for thousands of years. ]

[The host has carried out an educational reform that is infuriating to both humans and gods. This major event is a long-term event. As long as the host's policy continues to be implemented in Hogwarts, 10,000 points will be awarded every year. ]

Comfortable.

Wayne sat back in his seat contentedly.

Newt looked at the smile on his face and whispered, "Wayne, you are the principal now, so do you still take the exam?"

Swish!

The professors who were discussing in a whisper once again turned their eyes to the boy.

"Of course I have to take the exam." Wayne's face remained unchanged, "I am both the principal and a student, and I must take the lead for everyone."

Newt retracted his suspicious gaze.

He originally thought that Wayne was just in a playful mood and wanted to mess with the little wizards, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Otherwise, he would not have gotten himself into trouble. He must have been thinking about everyone's studies.

What a good boy.

For a moment, Newt looked at Wayne with a kind and admiring look.

But what he didn't know was...[]

[Congratulations to the host for completing the achievement - I will even mess with myself when I get ruthless, and the reward points will be increased by 500]

Wayne:.......

Forget it, as long as the light of exam-oriented education can be spread to more people, I will admit that I have messed with myself.

.840......

The main content of the meeting was the two points mentioned by Wayne. He handed over all the remaining minor issues to Professor McGonagall.

Finally, the professors' salaries were increased by 20%, and Wayne's first meeting after taking office ended successfully.

Snape was the first to rush out. He really didn't want to see Lawrence's face again.

After the professors left, Wayne stood up and picked up a newspaper on the tea table. His mind moved slightly.

The Phoenix King emerged in the flames. He tied the newspaper to the Phoenix King's legs and patted her head gently: "Send the newspaper to Nurmengard."

"Chirp!"

The Phoenix King hummed softly and flew out of the window.

After leaving the office, the professors were shocked to find that the entire castle had become a mess.

"What's going on?"

Snape grabbed a panicked student and asked with a frown.

The person he caught was not surprised but happy, "Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, I finally found you!"

"What happened, Mr. Phillips?" Professor McGonagall asked puzzledly.

Phillips pointed downstairs, "A lot of centaurs came to the castle just now. They rushed into Professor Umbridge's office and took her away by force!"

"What?!" Professor McGonagall's voice was distorted.

"Where is Firenze? Is he the one who called?"

"Professor Firenze was also beaten and taken away by the centaurs. I heard that after returningYou will be punished."

After listening to this, Professor McGonagall looked at the other professors and said, "Newt, I'll go find Wayne, you go to the Centaur tribe, don't let them hurt Umbridge."

Newt responded and rushed down the stairs with the box, while Professor McGonagall turned over and quickly returned to the eighth floor, reciting the password in front of the gargoyle:

"Celebrate together!"

"Oh, little McGonagall." The password was correct, but the gargoyle did not open the door, "You came at a really bad time, Lawrence just left the school."

"Where did he go?" McGonagall asked anxiously.

"I'm just a janitor, how can I know where he went?" The gargoyle yawned lazily, "Come back tomorrow, he won't be back to the office at night. "

Professor McGonagall looked at the silent stone statue and had an incredible idea in her mind.

Wayne called all the professors here on purpose, wouldn't it be to create convenience for the centaurs...

Let them capture Umbridge?!.