Chapter 333 The Speed of a Peregrine Falcon
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Rui Chen 3499
There is indeed very little entertainment in the wizarding world.
In addition to Quidditch, the students usually play cards that can explode, or pinballs that can spit stinky juice.
The emergence of the magic arcade is undoubtedly subversive. Even when it is time for meals, there are only a few extremely self-disciplined students in the auditorium, who come to the auditorium to eat.
Even so, these students seem to be absent-minded, their mouths are chewing mechanically, but their eyes are drifting away.
That direction is where the magic arcade room is located.
The students were so obsessed with the magic arcade, the first to act was naturally Professor McGonagall.
Together with the Gryffindor prefects, she dragged the students back to the Great Hall for a good dinner.
However, the students still looked like they didn't think about eating and drinking, which made her really unbearable.
She instantly turned into a tabby cat, and climbed up the moving stairs in twos and threes. In just a few minutes, she had already reached the principal's office on the eighth floor.
"I think this can be done more strictly, otherwise, the students will definitely be addicted and can't achieve what you want..." Kong Nuo was only halfway through speaking, and suddenly turned into a gray-brown bird and flew out of the window.
Dumbledore recognized it as a bird called "Peregrine Falcon". In the Muggle world, the peregrine falcon was the fastest flying.
"Then what are you rushing to do?" Dumbledore just started to complain, when he saw the door flash.
"Oh..." He suddenly realized, no wonder Kong Nuo left in such a hurry.
"Principal Dumbledore! I hope that when you introduce a magic item, you should, as much as possible, take into account the degree of obsession that the students may reach."
"Christmas vacation is coming soon! Are you going to keep all the students in the school? How will the students write their reasons for staying in school? Is the reason to stay with the magic arcade for a while?"
"How do we explain it to parents? We can understand that your original intention is good, but we cannot guarantee that all parents can understand this."
Before Dumbledore could speak, Professor McGonagall began to speak eloquently.
The anxiety on Professor McGonagall's face was real, which made Dumbledore feel a little sorry.
Professor McGonagall has contributed too much to this school, without her, this school would be lost...
Dumbledore smiled and waved to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, sit down and let's talk slowly! What do you want? Black tea or green tea? Or some milk tea?"
His other hand was not idle either, he kept tapping on the desk, and three cups of tea with different flavors came out.
Professor McGonagall had no interest in drinking tea at this time, and his face was still serious, "Principal Dumbledore, I hope you already have a way to deal with it."
"Next year there may be a large event to be held. Do you want to let students from other schools come over and see that the students in our school are addicted to the magic arcade?"
Dumbledore blinked, and still pushed the milk tea in front of Professor McGonagall, "We were discussing the countermeasure just now, and the solution is actually very simple."
"Just let the magic arcade consume credits, so that students have to find ways to get more credits if they want to play."
"In this way, students can transfer their enthusiasm and energy to the right place, what do you think?"
Professor McGonagall snorted noncommittally, picked up the milk tea on the table and took a sip, "So how many credits do you need to consume at one time? Have you considered this?"
"I think it can actually be a little more ruthless." Dumbledore repeated the half of what Connor had just said, "Why don't you just spend thirty points at once?"
"An assignment that reaches A (Acceptable) can get five points, an assignment that reaches E (Exceeds Expectations) can get [-] points, and an assignment that can achieve excellent O (Outstanding) can get [-] points."
"In this way, students will find ways to improve the quality of their homework in order to get more credits." Professor McGonagall adjusted his glasses, "It is indeed a good way."
"But I still have a question, will this discourage their enthusiasm? After all, it takes a lot of effort to complete an excellent assignment."
"So it's a good thing for students to be addicted to magic arcade machines." Dumbledore smiled. "They will work harder if they have a goal worth fighting for."
"Because of education reform during this period, students have more time, but they don't use it in the right place."
"With the magic arcade as a goal, they can make use of their abundant time."
Professor McGonagall's expression finally eased, "It seems that Headmaster Dumbledore really thinks very long-term. Did you decide these things from the beginning?"
Dumbledore directly brought the teacup to his lips, and then nodded lightly in response: "Of course! You can't have to worry about everything!"
"I hope I can be more relaxed in the future." Professor McGonagall drank the milk tea in one gulp. "I will go to see those students again, mainly because I am worried that they are too sleepy and forget their evening classes."
"Go! Go!" Dumbledore responded quickly.
After Professor McGonagall left, Dumbledore put down the teacup and sighed deeply.
He pointed out the window and scolded with a smile: "You! You! You slipped so fast! How have you developed such a magical ability!"
That night, when the students were finally rushed back to the common room, Dumbledore started the renovation work.
He found that to solve the problem of credit consumption, he didn't need to bother Nicole Flamel at all, he could do it all by himself.
That is to say, it is necessary to install a blind door with runes attached, and when students want to enter it, they can directly deduct the credits from the card.
If there are students who are about to rush in because of insufficient credits, then the repelling spell of the blind door will take effect, and the students who rush in will be bounced away.
Quietly at night, Dumbledore completed the inscription of the last rune, stretched his waist and prepared to return to the principal's office.
At this moment, there was a rustling sound in my ear—it was time for the Hogwarts night tour again.
It's just that the scale today is really scary. Dozens of people are all cats, approaching the magic arcade room cautiously.
The leaders were the Weasley twins. As soon as they looked up and saw Dumbledore smiling, they couldn't help but stop and gasped.
The students behind didn't react and bumped into each other, and the quiet corridor instantly became noisy.
George reacted very quickly, stood up and said hello, "School...principal...it's so late, are you still up?"
"That's right!" Dumbledore nodded, "You guys haven't slept yet... Seems like this is a violation of school rules?"
In addition to Quidditch, the students usually play cards that can explode, or pinballs that can spit stinky juice.
The emergence of the magic arcade is undoubtedly subversive. Even when it is time for meals, there are only a few extremely self-disciplined students in the auditorium, who come to the auditorium to eat.
Even so, these students seem to be absent-minded, their mouths are chewing mechanically, but their eyes are drifting away.
That direction is where the magic arcade room is located.
The students were so obsessed with the magic arcade, the first to act was naturally Professor McGonagall.
Together with the Gryffindor prefects, she dragged the students back to the Great Hall for a good dinner.
However, the students still looked like they didn't think about eating and drinking, which made her really unbearable.
She instantly turned into a tabby cat, and climbed up the moving stairs in twos and threes. In just a few minutes, she had already reached the principal's office on the eighth floor.
"I think this can be done more strictly, otherwise, the students will definitely be addicted and can't achieve what you want..." Kong Nuo was only halfway through speaking, and suddenly turned into a gray-brown bird and flew out of the window.
Dumbledore recognized it as a bird called "Peregrine Falcon". In the Muggle world, the peregrine falcon was the fastest flying.
"Then what are you rushing to do?" Dumbledore just started to complain, when he saw the door flash.
"Oh..." He suddenly realized, no wonder Kong Nuo left in such a hurry.
"Principal Dumbledore! I hope that when you introduce a magic item, you should, as much as possible, take into account the degree of obsession that the students may reach."
"Christmas vacation is coming soon! Are you going to keep all the students in the school? How will the students write their reasons for staying in school? Is the reason to stay with the magic arcade for a while?"
"How do we explain it to parents? We can understand that your original intention is good, but we cannot guarantee that all parents can understand this."
Before Dumbledore could speak, Professor McGonagall began to speak eloquently.
The anxiety on Professor McGonagall's face was real, which made Dumbledore feel a little sorry.
Professor McGonagall has contributed too much to this school, without her, this school would be lost...
Dumbledore smiled and waved to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, sit down and let's talk slowly! What do you want? Black tea or green tea? Or some milk tea?"
His other hand was not idle either, he kept tapping on the desk, and three cups of tea with different flavors came out.
Professor McGonagall had no interest in drinking tea at this time, and his face was still serious, "Principal Dumbledore, I hope you already have a way to deal with it."
"Next year there may be a large event to be held. Do you want to let students from other schools come over and see that the students in our school are addicted to the magic arcade?"
Dumbledore blinked, and still pushed the milk tea in front of Professor McGonagall, "We were discussing the countermeasure just now, and the solution is actually very simple."
"Just let the magic arcade consume credits, so that students have to find ways to get more credits if they want to play."
"In this way, students can transfer their enthusiasm and energy to the right place, what do you think?"
Professor McGonagall snorted noncommittally, picked up the milk tea on the table and took a sip, "So how many credits do you need to consume at one time? Have you considered this?"
"I think it can actually be a little more ruthless." Dumbledore repeated the half of what Connor had just said, "Why don't you just spend thirty points at once?"
"An assignment that reaches A (Acceptable) can get five points, an assignment that reaches E (Exceeds Expectations) can get [-] points, and an assignment that can achieve excellent O (Outstanding) can get [-] points."
"In this way, students will find ways to improve the quality of their homework in order to get more credits." Professor McGonagall adjusted his glasses, "It is indeed a good way."
"But I still have a question, will this discourage their enthusiasm? After all, it takes a lot of effort to complete an excellent assignment."
"So it's a good thing for students to be addicted to magic arcade machines." Dumbledore smiled. "They will work harder if they have a goal worth fighting for."
"Because of education reform during this period, students have more time, but they don't use it in the right place."
"With the magic arcade as a goal, they can make use of their abundant time."
Professor McGonagall's expression finally eased, "It seems that Headmaster Dumbledore really thinks very long-term. Did you decide these things from the beginning?"
Dumbledore directly brought the teacup to his lips, and then nodded lightly in response: "Of course! You can't have to worry about everything!"
"I hope I can be more relaxed in the future." Professor McGonagall drank the milk tea in one gulp. "I will go to see those students again, mainly because I am worried that they are too sleepy and forget their evening classes."
"Go! Go!" Dumbledore responded quickly.
After Professor McGonagall left, Dumbledore put down the teacup and sighed deeply.
He pointed out the window and scolded with a smile: "You! You! You slipped so fast! How have you developed such a magical ability!"
That night, when the students were finally rushed back to the common room, Dumbledore started the renovation work.
He found that to solve the problem of credit consumption, he didn't need to bother Nicole Flamel at all, he could do it all by himself.
That is to say, it is necessary to install a blind door with runes attached, and when students want to enter it, they can directly deduct the credits from the card.
If there are students who are about to rush in because of insufficient credits, then the repelling spell of the blind door will take effect, and the students who rush in will be bounced away.
Quietly at night, Dumbledore completed the inscription of the last rune, stretched his waist and prepared to return to the principal's office.
At this moment, there was a rustling sound in my ear—it was time for the Hogwarts night tour again.
It's just that the scale today is really scary. Dozens of people are all cats, approaching the magic arcade room cautiously.
The leaders were the Weasley twins. As soon as they looked up and saw Dumbledore smiling, they couldn't help but stop and gasped.
The students behind didn't react and bumped into each other, and the quiet corridor instantly became noisy.
George reacted very quickly, stood up and said hello, "School...principal...it's so late, are you still up?"
"That's right!" Dumbledore nodded, "You guys haven't slept yet... Seems like this is a violation of school rules?"
