Hogwarts: This wizard wants to improve too much

The next morning, the sky outside was gray.

When Ethan and others arrived at the hall, many young wizards were having dinner, sitting together in groups of three or four, talking about something, and waving their arms vigorously when they were excited.

After greeting several classmates along the way, Ethan also came to the Ravenclaw table and sat down.

Halfway through breakfast, a whooshing sound was heard, and hundreds of owls flew in from the high window.

Ethan habitually cast a spell over himself, forming a blue barrier.

At this time, the owls also landed in various parts of the hall, bringing letters and parcels to their owners, and also sprinkled water droplets on the heads of the people eating breakfast.

It must be said that these owls are really competent postmen. It was raining heavily outside, but they still arrived on time.

But Ethan found that there were at least one-third more owls today than in previous years, and a large number of them carried one or more newspapers and magazines.

Obviously, everyone was still very interested in what happened this summer vacation. Even though Hogwarts had already started school, they did not forget to eat melons.

Ethan was naturally not without a barn owl, which was perched in the sky not far from Ethan. It was still dripping with water, and it was holding a small parchment package in its claws.

When it approached, it directly released its claws, and the package automatically floated in front of Ethan.

The owl, which had completed the mailing task, turned around and flew out of the high window.

Obviously, this owl was also an old friend who delivered newspapers and magazines to Ethan, and knew the rule of not approaching during breakfast.

After receiving the package, Ethan tapped the table lightly, and the parchment on it fell off automatically, revealing the intact Daily Prophet.

It formed a sharp contrast with the wet newspapers in the hands of others.

Putting the newspaper aside, Ethan did not rush to turn it over.

"Ethan, this is this year's schedule!"

Just when Ethan had almost finished eating, Terry came over with a bitter face and a few pieces of parchment.

Even if he didn't ask the reason, Ethan knew why he had a bitter face.

This year is Ethan's O.W.L.s year, and he will take the O.W.L.s exam at the end of the semester.

For this reason, this year's courses must be more than in the past.

You know, every year some fifth-year students have emotional breakdowns because of the O.W.L.s exams.

I took this year's class schedule and it was just as Ethan expected. There were a lot more courses, and almost every day was full.

Today, there were History of Magic, Potions, Divination, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. If those who had filled up their electives, they would be very busy.

Even with a time converter, they would have enough time, but whether they could handle it mentally was still questionable.

This also further increases the value of being able to get twelve O.W.L.s certificates.

"Ethan, did you order this thing?"

At this time, Fred and George came over with a big bag of things, pointing to the Daily Prophet on Ethan's desk and said with a little surprise.

Ethan turned his head in confusion.

"Is there any problem with this?"

"No problem, but Ethan, you won't believe what it says!"

Fred shrugged and said helplessly.

They both believe in Dumbledore, how could he be mixed up with Voldemort.

After coming to Hogwarts, I explained it to several classmates, but it obviously didn't work.

Now seeing the Daily Prophet on Ethan's desk, I doubt that Ethan also believes what it says.

Although the Daily Prophet directly fired at Fudge after Amelia Bones held a press conference at the beginning.

But when Fudge started to throw dirty water at Dumbledore, he immediately turned his gun around.

No way, these journalists have no moral integrity at all.

Whatever can attract attention, they will do it.

"Just for fun."

"Okay, it suits your personality."

Fred was silent for a long time and finally said this.

Originally, they wanted to popularize Ethan, after all, the words of ordinary classmates don't matter, but as friends, they don't want to see Ethan being led astray by Fudge and those reports.

In the end, they thought too much.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, we are selling products, the quick-acting skipping series, Ethan, of course, it's free, we'll give it to you if you like it."

George smiled and patted the package in his hand. In the past few years, every time school starts, they will go to the fifth grade to sell these things.

After several years of development, there are many varieties of vomiting candy, coma flower candy, nosebleed nougat, fever candy, and blood-breaking beans.

However, this thing is still popular in Gryffindor, but there are few customers in Ravenclaw.

If Ethan can use these products, it will definitely be a very good advertisement, and it may effectively increase the orders from Ravenclaw.

"Do you think I need it?"

Ethan said unhappily.

Ethan has seen these things a long time ago, of course, they are not for him to eat.

When Ron was a second-year student, he was their guinea pig to test drugs.

For example, nosebleed nougat, after eating this thing, the nose bleeds, and it can't be stopped without taking special medicine.

When Ron ate it, the twins were almost scared to death, because the corresponding medicine was not ready at that time.

As a last resort, Ron had to use the blood-replenishing potion to endure it, bleeding and replenishing blood at the same time, until the effect of the potion wore off.

After that, they did make an antidote.

But thinking about this scene happening to him in the classroom, Ethan was so embarrassed that he might lose face.

Ethan must be crazy to eat this thing.

For the remaining few, the nosebleed nougat has a similar effect.

Anyway, it relies on various negative effects to achieve the purpose of letting the teacher judge that you can go to the school clinic.

"Really not considering it?"

"This year, you have to deal with endless exams. They will be like a grinding wheel grinding your noses and will wear out the skin on the tip of your nose."

"Yes, half of the students in our grade had some minor problems that year, crying, wiping tears, losing temper... Patricia Stinson fainted all the time..."

"Kenneth Toller had boils all over his body, do you remember?"

"That's because you put big foam powder in his pajamas."

George and Fred said in unison.

"Thank you, no, I think you can go to Gryffindor to sell it."

After hearing this, Ethan did not hesitate at all.

"Okay, let's go to Hufflepuff. Gryffindor doesn't need us to sell anymore."

Because they had already gone to the fifth-year carriage of Gryffindor on the train yesterday and completed the sales.

Even though this is their last year at Hogwarts and they need to prepare for N.E.W.T.s, they still have no intention of studying seriously.

They still put their joke shop first and work hard for it.

They made the decision long before school started.

Use this year to do some market research, find out what ordinary students at Hogwarts want to buy from the joke shop, carefully identify their research results, and then produce products that meet their needs. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

It can be said that this year is absolutely crucial. After graduation, they will have no chance to return to Hogwarts for field research. They must figure out what products are attractive enough this year, not for themselves, but for products that can attract more people.

After all, as a joke product store, the main consumers are still Hogwarts students.

The money for opening the store has long been raised. Now they only need to investigate the market and create more products.

After saying goodbye to the twins and flipping through the newspaper, it is almost time for class.

The first class today is the history of magic. I have to say that this is bad news. It’s a lullaby early in the morning.

As the bell rang, Professor Binns of the History of Magic floated in on time, without any roll call.

He started today’s class with his breathy emphasis.

Today’s topic is the giant war, which should have been very interesting., but it seemed particularly boring under Professor Spence's emotionless recitation.

Only ten minutes into the class, a large number of young wizards have begun to daze with sleepy eyes.

After Ethan made a gesture to Cassandra to call me after class, he lay down directly.

Anyway, Professor Spence would not pay attention to these.

After being woken up by Cassandra, Ethan stretched and found that he was not an exception.

At this time, Professor Spence on the podium had also left. Taking the history of magic textbook, Ethan followed the crowd to the basement where the potion class was located.

What we need to learn today is the demulcent, which can calm and relieve irritable and anxious emotions.

But if there is a problem in any step during the production process, the person taking the medicine will fall into a dead state, sometimes even an irreversible coma, that is, directly drinking into a vegetative state. []

Just before the class started, Snape gave everyone a warning.

He told everyone clearly that they would take an important exam in June next year, and they would need to prove how much they had learned about potion preparation and use. He hoped that everyone could barely pass the O.W.L.s exam, otherwise he would be very angry.

He also said that most of the people present would lose the opportunity to take the potion class next year because he would only select the best students to enter his N.E.W.T.s potion class.

This also caused Neville, who was the focus of the class, to tremble from the beginning of the class.

Of course, as a potion class, the course is not always so smooth.

When a normal palliative is successful, a faint, silver-white vapor will emerge.

But the scene was really full of all kinds of things, with dark gray gas, crucibles spurting green sparks, and some potions being boiled hard, like freshly mixed cement.

It can be said that after one class, Snape's face became even uglier.

When the bell rang, many little wizards rushed out of the potion class classroom directly. This class was simply torture for them.

Already under considerable pressure, Snape was still lazily pressuring them, resulting in frequent accidents and falling into a dead loop.

After leaving the potion class classroom, it was already time for lunch. When I rushed to the auditorium, the ceiling became darker and gloomier than in the morning, and raindrops were hitting the high windows.

After the torture of the potion class, the fifth-year little wizards had no interest and ate lunch one by one.

We didn't take a long break at noon, and we had to go to the divination class again.

Professor Trelawney didn't put any pressure on us, nor did he predict that the student would die as he did in previous years.

Instead, he asked the young wizards to interpret their recent dreams based on this year's textbook "Dream Interpretation Guide". The class was quite boring.

AndAt the end of the get out of class, we were assigned to record our dreams every day for the next month as homework.

I can only say that the workload this year has really increased dramatically. In the History of Magic class, we need to write a one-and-a-half-foot-long paper about the Giant War as homework.

In the Potions class, Snape assigned a paper that was required to be one foot long and talk about the use of moonstone.

The remaining courses are probably no less demanding.

Leaving the Divination classroom, we had to rush to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on May 7.

This kind of life will be the norm for the next year.

Walking in the corridor, Ethan heard several little wizards say that they wanted to try the Weasley brothers' quick-acting skipping candy.

When they arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, everyone found that Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium.

She was wearing the fluffy pink cardigan she wore the night before, with the black velvet bow on her head.

No one greeted her. The young wizards found a good seat and sat down, flipping through textbooks or whispering to each other.

Most people didn't take Umbridge seriously.

In everyone's mind, this was another fake, and a fake without teacher ethics.

This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was probably ruined again, and nothing could be learned.

Although Moody was disguised by Barty Crouch Jr. last year and was a little crazy in class, the young wizards could still learn something.

If she wasn't the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and had the right to deduct points, the young wizards would probably talk about how she harmed Fudge in front of her, whether there was any conspiracy, and whether she was arranged by the Ministry of Magic of other countries!

As the bell rang, the young wizards also quieted down and sat upright in their seats.

Umbridge stood up, showing her somewhat uncomfortable smile and said to the young wizards:

"Good afternoon, students!"

However, there was complete silence below, and no one responded to her.

Faced with such a scene, Umbridge's face changed. .