Chapter 56 Douglas: Who brought the novel?Confiscated from me!
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Liu Yue Zhi Yuan Fei
After reading the article.
Percy decided that the title must have been his own.
He is not too familiar with this style.
When Bill formed the study support group, he was just in first grade.
He was dragged by Douglas to pull the head. The title was written in the same way as it was back then.
Douglas poured himself a cup of tea and said:
"It's actually very simple, I just need to ask you a question.
What would you do as a parent of a student if the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a guy named Tom Riddle? "
Percy frowned slightly, thought for a while and said:
"If you are a parent of a student, although I believe in the vision of Principal Dumbledore,
But since I've never heard of this man,
So I will still keep my opinion on this person and see if his ability can take up the position of professor.
And what he has to do is to prove himself bit by bit in the doubts of the entire magic world...
Boss, your current situation should be like this Tom Riddle, not trusted by the students' parents.
But you are different from him,
Your other name is widely circulated in the wizarding world, and is very popular.
So you don't need to spend time trying to prove your ability in doubt,
As long as he proves his other identity to everyone, the matter will calm down quickly.
Boss, am I right in my analysis? "
Douglas put down his teacup and gave Percy a strange look:
"Your analysis is basically correct, but there is only one thing that is wrong!"
Percy frowned and asked suspiciously:
"What's wrong!"
Douglas laughed and said:
"It's just that if Tom Riddle is not to be questioned, he just needs to be like me.
Tell everyone about my other identity..."
Percy picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, he laughed:
"Hehe, Boss, I thought everyone was like you, and it would take ten years to make a pseudonym magnificent.
But his real name is rarely known! "
Douglas shrugged:
"I've only been using it for ten years, Tom Riddle has been using it for decades.
You've heard his other name too - Voldemort..."
"puff!"
A sip of tea in Percy's mouth, half spit out, half flowed down the throat into the nostrils.
"Cough cough!"
Douglas took out the paper he had prepared in the Muggle world with a look of disgust, and handed it to Percy.
He cast a spell smoothly to clean up the tea stains he sprayed out.
......
Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Douglas entered the classroom directly from the side door of his office as usual.
Originally, this class was supposed to be a practical exam, but because the seventh graders who were in charge of maintaining the classroom had their own affairs to attend to.
So, he changed the practical exam to this Saturday morning.
When the students heard that the practical class took up their weekend time, they didn't seem to refuse at all.
After all, many people were still worried that they would not pass the exam. Professor Holmes showed mercy and gave them five more days to review. They were too happy, so how could they blame the professor for taking the rest time to take the exam.
Anyway, it was only two hours on Saturday, so they didn't take it seriously.
When Douglas walked into the classroom with a stack of parchments,
The whole class was silent for a while, and then collectively applauded and cheered!
Vincent Dinah, who had previously aspired to be a reporter, picked up a book and quickly rushed to the podium:
"Professor, can you sign me?
I really adore you!
Can I do an exclusive interview with you, I..."
Before she could finish speaking, Ravenclaw's class representative, Miss Shirley, dragged her back to her seat with great effort.
Douglas nodded to his class representative in satisfaction.
Then he scanned around and found that basically everyone's desks were on, except for textbooks.
Even put one or a few of their own books.
Hey guys, are these guys going to turn their class into an autograph session?
When he scanned the desk of the class representative, he didn't find any books other than textbooks.
Once again, I gave my course selection representative a thumbs up.
The students below couldn't help but put their hands down when they saw Douglas' gaze sweeping over.
Soon the classroom was quiet.
But everyone still looked at Douglas with fiery eyes.
It's as if you suddenly discovered that your teacher is a hidden boss in a certain industry.
Douglas put on a very ugly face and said:
"Fifth grade!
Do you know what you are doing?
Follow the stars!Reading novels!
Which is like a person preparing for the owls exam!
I think Ms. Shirley should inform you about the results of the test in the last class!
snort!
The good rate of our class is not even 30.00%.
The most exasperating thing is that there is still a classmate who failed.
I have to tell you that my Defense Against the Dark Arts application requirements for next year must be 'excellent' to apply.
As far as your grades..."
As soon as Douglas finished speaking, there were buzzing discussions below.
"Many professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts have said it before, but no one can last until the next year."
"I still hope that Professor Holmes can be re-elected. It's not every year that you meet a talented and handsome professor!"
"I hope so too, but you know, this position seems to be cursed!"
.....
"Snapped!"
Douglas slapped the parchment on the desk hard.
"What are you talking about, why don't you go up and talk, and I'll go down and listen to you?
Miss Shirley, collect all the novels on their desks! "
The students who know how to read words and expressions suddenly feel bad.
But those who didn’t realize it were excited and said to the students next to them:
"Is the professor planning to sign every book, oops! If I had known, I would have brought a few more!"
Seeing Shirley, the class representative, Douglas stood up and dragged every novel from his classmates expressionlessly.
He cleared his throat and said:
"Before the Owls exam is over, you should stop thinking about taking the books back.
From this week onwards, we will conduct a preliminary exam every week until the owls exam...
how?You are not happy?
You got a p in the owls test, does it have anything to do with me?
My Garen will not be short.
Why am I still trying so hard to persuade you to learn..."
Holding a large stack of books, Shirley walked to the podium unsteadily, and put the books on the podium.
"Professor, I have collected all the books!"
Douglas nodded, but said:
"Remember from now on, you're a witch, won't the levitation spell work?
And you guys, remember, I don't mind you waving your magic wand in my class from now on, except for homework.
Practice makes perfect, which will be very helpful for your owls practice exams in the future.
Don't make me look like you're going to die,
I promise, as long as any of you can get excellent ten times in a row in the future weekly test, I will return his book to him,
And it's signed.
Whoever gets an excellent score in the owls exam, I will give him a role in the next book..."
The students who were accepted because of the books just now, after hearing Douglas' last words.
Suddenly it boiled.
"Long live the professor!"
"Professor, I will definitely get an excellent!"
"Professor, you must keep your word!"
Percy decided that the title must have been his own.
He is not too familiar with this style.
When Bill formed the study support group, he was just in first grade.
He was dragged by Douglas to pull the head. The title was written in the same way as it was back then.
Douglas poured himself a cup of tea and said:
"It's actually very simple, I just need to ask you a question.
What would you do as a parent of a student if the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a guy named Tom Riddle? "
Percy frowned slightly, thought for a while and said:
"If you are a parent of a student, although I believe in the vision of Principal Dumbledore,
But since I've never heard of this man,
So I will still keep my opinion on this person and see if his ability can take up the position of professor.
And what he has to do is to prove himself bit by bit in the doubts of the entire magic world...
Boss, your current situation should be like this Tom Riddle, not trusted by the students' parents.
But you are different from him,
Your other name is widely circulated in the wizarding world, and is very popular.
So you don't need to spend time trying to prove your ability in doubt,
As long as he proves his other identity to everyone, the matter will calm down quickly.
Boss, am I right in my analysis? "
Douglas put down his teacup and gave Percy a strange look:
"Your analysis is basically correct, but there is only one thing that is wrong!"
Percy frowned and asked suspiciously:
"What's wrong!"
Douglas laughed and said:
"It's just that if Tom Riddle is not to be questioned, he just needs to be like me.
Tell everyone about my other identity..."
Percy picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, he laughed:
"Hehe, Boss, I thought everyone was like you, and it would take ten years to make a pseudonym magnificent.
But his real name is rarely known! "
Douglas shrugged:
"I've only been using it for ten years, Tom Riddle has been using it for decades.
You've heard his other name too - Voldemort..."
"puff!"
A sip of tea in Percy's mouth, half spit out, half flowed down the throat into the nostrils.
"Cough cough!"
Douglas took out the paper he had prepared in the Muggle world with a look of disgust, and handed it to Percy.
He cast a spell smoothly to clean up the tea stains he sprayed out.
......
Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Douglas entered the classroom directly from the side door of his office as usual.
Originally, this class was supposed to be a practical exam, but because the seventh graders who were in charge of maintaining the classroom had their own affairs to attend to.
So, he changed the practical exam to this Saturday morning.
When the students heard that the practical class took up their weekend time, they didn't seem to refuse at all.
After all, many people were still worried that they would not pass the exam. Professor Holmes showed mercy and gave them five more days to review. They were too happy, so how could they blame the professor for taking the rest time to take the exam.
Anyway, it was only two hours on Saturday, so they didn't take it seriously.
When Douglas walked into the classroom with a stack of parchments,
The whole class was silent for a while, and then collectively applauded and cheered!
Vincent Dinah, who had previously aspired to be a reporter, picked up a book and quickly rushed to the podium:
"Professor, can you sign me?
I really adore you!
Can I do an exclusive interview with you, I..."
Before she could finish speaking, Ravenclaw's class representative, Miss Shirley, dragged her back to her seat with great effort.
Douglas nodded to his class representative in satisfaction.
Then he scanned around and found that basically everyone's desks were on, except for textbooks.
Even put one or a few of their own books.
Hey guys, are these guys going to turn their class into an autograph session?
When he scanned the desk of the class representative, he didn't find any books other than textbooks.
Once again, I gave my course selection representative a thumbs up.
The students below couldn't help but put their hands down when they saw Douglas' gaze sweeping over.
Soon the classroom was quiet.
But everyone still looked at Douglas with fiery eyes.
It's as if you suddenly discovered that your teacher is a hidden boss in a certain industry.
Douglas put on a very ugly face and said:
"Fifth grade!
Do you know what you are doing?
Follow the stars!Reading novels!
Which is like a person preparing for the owls exam!
I think Ms. Shirley should inform you about the results of the test in the last class!
snort!
The good rate of our class is not even 30.00%.
The most exasperating thing is that there is still a classmate who failed.
I have to tell you that my Defense Against the Dark Arts application requirements for next year must be 'excellent' to apply.
As far as your grades..."
As soon as Douglas finished speaking, there were buzzing discussions below.
"Many professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts have said it before, but no one can last until the next year."
"I still hope that Professor Holmes can be re-elected. It's not every year that you meet a talented and handsome professor!"
"I hope so too, but you know, this position seems to be cursed!"
.....
"Snapped!"
Douglas slapped the parchment on the desk hard.
"What are you talking about, why don't you go up and talk, and I'll go down and listen to you?
Miss Shirley, collect all the novels on their desks! "
The students who know how to read words and expressions suddenly feel bad.
But those who didn’t realize it were excited and said to the students next to them:
"Is the professor planning to sign every book, oops! If I had known, I would have brought a few more!"
Seeing Shirley, the class representative, Douglas stood up and dragged every novel from his classmates expressionlessly.
He cleared his throat and said:
"Before the Owls exam is over, you should stop thinking about taking the books back.
From this week onwards, we will conduct a preliminary exam every week until the owls exam...
how?You are not happy?
You got a p in the owls test, does it have anything to do with me?
My Garen will not be short.
Why am I still trying so hard to persuade you to learn..."
Holding a large stack of books, Shirley walked to the podium unsteadily, and put the books on the podium.
"Professor, I have collected all the books!"
Douglas nodded, but said:
"Remember from now on, you're a witch, won't the levitation spell work?
And you guys, remember, I don't mind you waving your magic wand in my class from now on, except for homework.
Practice makes perfect, which will be very helpful for your owls practice exams in the future.
Don't make me look like you're going to die,
I promise, as long as any of you can get excellent ten times in a row in the future weekly test, I will return his book to him,
And it's signed.
Whoever gets an excellent score in the owls exam, I will give him a role in the next book..."
The students who were accepted because of the books just now, after hearing Douglas' last words.
Suddenly it boiled.
"Long live the professor!"
"Professor, I will definitely get an excellent!"
"Professor, you must keep your word!"
