Chapter 533: Rice: I want to focus on correcting the atmosphere in the college

Daphne's thoughtless behavior almost made Les unable to function.

However, Les quickly adjusted himself and strengthened his belief. Daphne also realized that she seemed to have done something wrong, and quickly returned the fork to its original state with a smile, and then pouted the fork again under Astoria's contemptuous eyes.

This time, under Daphne's control, the fork was not bent.

Daphne exclaimed in a surprised tone: "Wow! Four forks were not bent. This is the power of unity!"

Les was silent.

To be honest, Daphne has really understood the spirit of the fable, which is expressed in this way...

It always feels like being kicked in the head by a hippogriff.

The child was quite clever when he was young, how did he become like this when he grew up? How did Henry's family education work?

Ok?

Les suddenly realized that Daphne seemed to spend more time with him, and the next horrifying thought came to Les's mind: Is this my problem?

But after taking a look at Astoria, who was standing aside with a well-behaved look, Les felt that it was probably not his problem.

It was possible that she had spent too much time with Godric before and was infected with the "Godric Plague", and then the symptoms were passed on to Daphne, just like the underworld's contamination of Rowena.

Les felt that the problem was either with the ancestors of the Greengrass family or with Godric himself, and it had little to do with him anyway.

"Good, time to get on now," Les took the fork back from Daphne and led the two of them aboard the Hogwarts Express.

After getting on the bus, he walked towards the prefect's exclusive compartment with great familiarity.

With the previous rehearsal, Rice knew exactly what he should do.

After entering the exclusive carriage, Rice found a comfortable and pleasing seat and sat down, then waited quietly for the prefects to arrive.

Unlike ordinary student carriages, the prefect's box is a bit like the first-class seats on a Muggle train. The seats are sofas that look very comfortable, with more space between seats and a separate small table.

Each college has three male and female prefects. With the four colleges plus the student union president, there are a maximum of 26 people, so the prefects' exclusive box occupies a very large area, almost ten times the size of an ordinary box - but there should be a traceless extension spell cast here, because it cannot be seen from the outside that the box is so large.

Rice even found a snack cabinet in the corner of the box, which was filled with snacks and desserts sold on carts. Next to the snack cabinet was a cabinet dedicated to beverages.

"You know how to enjoy yourself." Rice took out a pot of iced pumpkin juice from the cabinet, then frowned again: It's a pity that there is no ice cream here.

At this time, a box with an enticing vanilla scent was handed to Les.

Les turned his head and found Astoria holding a box with wisps of white steam coming out of it.

"I made it myself. It's vanilla flavored ice cream." Astoria said with a faint smile on her face.

"Well done!" Rice gave her a thumbs up, took the ice cream and took a bite. It had a smooth texture, and the flavors of milk and vanilla were quite rich. It was a top-quality ice cream.

That’s right, these are the students I taught!

Rice's mood became extremely good.

A box of homemade ice cream was soon finished, and the prefects came to the prefect's carriage one after another.

Rhys noticed that, due to his absence last year, the sixth-year Slytherin classmate with Daphne was the male prefect Draco Malfoy.

As soon as he entered the box, Malfoy showed an unnatural look on his face when he saw Les, but he still walked in and found a corner in the box to sit down.

When the grade leaders arrived, Les winked at Hermione, indicating that she should say something.

Hermione nodded slightly, then walked to the middle of the carriage and began to talk to the prefects about their duties and responsibilities. When she finished, she glanced at Les, wondering if he had anything to add.

"President Granger's words are very good, you just need to follow them. But I want to emphasize one thing, the prefects represent the school's trust in you," Rice's eyes narrowed slightly, "I hope you will not live up to this trust and do not abuse the privileges in your hands."

Les's voice was very soft, but none of the prefects in the carriage dared to ignore it. Malfoy's face froze: he knew that Les was pointing at him!

Unlike the student council presidents of previous years, this one was really good at fighting, and his record was verifiable. The prefects who hadn't comprehended the domain didn't even have the qualifications to speak loudly to him.

Coincidentally, there are only two class leaders with expertise, and both of them are his students.

What’s even more coincidental is that the last student president with such prestige was also a student of Slytherin College. His name was Tom Riddle.

After warning the prefects in the carriage, Rice waved his hand, indicating that everyone could leave - Hermione had distributed the work in an orderly manner, and he didn't need to do any unnecessary operations.

Hermione, Daphne, and Astoria were in no hurry to leave.

When the rest of the prefects were out working, they came over and asked Les what happened last year.

Rice had mentioned a little about what happened last year to Daphne, but he had not given a systematic account. Now that he had some free time, he shared his previous experience with the three of them.

"So you went to one, one—"

"A world line where fate has changed a little." Les found the right words to describe Hermione.

"This is so cool!" Daphne waved her fist.

Astoria was still frightened: If it weren't for Rice, she would probably still be fighting the disease now?

"That's true. I really wanted to be sorted into Gryffindor at first," Hermione said quickly. "At that time, I only knew that Gryffindor was the best house, Sly. It wasn't until Rice gave me a detailed introduction to the four major houses that I realized that my previous view was wrong."

Rice nodded, proving that Hermione was right.

But there was one detail that Les couldn't let go of: After saying that Gryffindor House was the best, did you mean to say that Slytherin House was the worst?

It was difficult for him to refute this point, because the mark that Voldemort left on this college was too bad. The college was filled with the descendants of Death Eaters, and the remnant of the pure-blood supremacist ideology had been poisoning the students of this college.

For eleven-year-old Hermione Granger, Slytherin was truly the worst place to be.

"If it weren't for Rice, I would really have gone to Gryffindor College, because the Sorting Hat respected my choice at that time." Hermione said that the content in that world line was quite real.

A few people gathered together and continued to talk about the interesting things that happened in another world line.

When they heard Les say that he had killed Fudge, captured Azkaban, and defeated the Ministry of Magic, the three people's reactions were different.

Hermione: Les, you might be taking this a bit too far.

Daphne: This battle sounds so cool!

Astoria said nothing, but she knew that what Les did here was no less than what he did in the other world, except that his methods here were gentler.

After a while, Daphne and Astoria also went out to inspect the train.

Hermione looked at Les with strange eyes.

"Aren't you going to go on patrol? After all—"

"That's the job of the prefects, and we're the Head Boys." Rhys wasn't going to do that! He had decided to leave all the work to Hermione and the other prefects.

He needs to focus his energy on correcting the atmosphere in the college!

Hermione opened her mouth but stopped talking.

She felt like something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

As the president of the student union, shouldn't I work harder and set an example for all the teachers and students in the school?

However, Les shut up Hermione with just one sentence.

"I want to correct the bad atmosphere in Slytherin House. Compared to this, patrols and the like are just menial tasks."

Hermione nodded sincerely, thinking that Rice was right.

To be honest, Slytherin House has shown a tendency to become a "hazard" to Hogwarts, and it really needs someone to take care of it.

Under normal circumstances, the dean should take on this responsibility, but Professor Snape is a normal person?

Just as Hermione was about to ask Rice how he was going to correct the school's atmosphere, the door of the carriage was pushed open.

Daphne and Astoria walked in excitedly and told Hermione that they had met someone in the compartment at the end of the train, someone who would definitely bring surprises to everyone.

"Who?"

"Diggory! He's back! He said he became Professor White's graduate student."

Hermione stood up from her seat. She thought that after Cedric graduated, they would never have the chance to meet again, but she didn't expect that he would return as a graduate student!

I should have thought of it earlier. How could Cedric not be admitted to the three types of graduate students that were revealed?

But Cedric kept the news secret and didn't even mention a word to his friends.

Rice followed the three little witches out of the prefect's box. He also planned to meet Cedric and congratulate him on becoming Helga's graduate student.

However, there is no problem in reading it as "graduate student" and writing it as "labor force".

When Rice saw the major Helga opened, he knew what she was up to. She wanted to take the opportunity to find a group of cheap labor to help her complete the doll orders.

Purely unscrupulous mentor. Tiantan, beware!

Following Hermione and the other two, Les arrived at the end of the train.

After pushing the door open, Les discovered that besides Cedric, there was someone else in the carriage, who seemed to be a little girl named Qiu Zhang from Ravenclaw College.

Les didn't have much impression of her, only remembering that she was the team's seeker and that Daphne once lent her her Firebolt.

Seeing so many people coming in at once, Qiu Zhang's cheeks turned red. She stood up, lowered her head and walked out of the car quickly.

Cedric smiled helplessly and then called his good friends.

After some small talk, Cedric turned to Les and said he had something for him.

Les:?

Are I familiar with Cedric? Why is there a souvenir? Hmm?!

Rice suddenly had a bad feeling.

His premonition came true. Cedric took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Les.

"The teacher asked me to hand this to you personally." Cedric said with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He didn't understand why the teacher didn't use an owl to send the letter to Rice. If it was for safety and confidentiality reasons, the letter was sent to his home via an owl!

Although he was a little confused, since it was the teacher's order, Cedric carried it out exactly.

With a serious expression, Rice opened the letter that Helgato Cedric handed to him.

Sure enough, Helga stated in the letter that she decided to make an exception and admit Les Lint as her graduate student.

Les's face turned blue.

"Congratulations, Les!" After reading the contents of the letter, Cedric couldn't help but feel happy for Les from the bottom of his heart.

You can't just become a teacher's graduate student if you want to.

The technology of automatic combat puppet manufacturing is making money as fast as printing money in today's world. If this quota can be sold, there are wizards out there who are willing to pay 10,000 gold galleons to buy it.

"If it is destined, then accept it with pleasure." Rice sighed and put the letter away.

He already has a way of coping.

They chatted for a while, and the sky outside gradually darkened, and the train was getting closer and closer to Hogwarts.

There were no accidents during the journey, and now this train is fully qualified to compete for the safest place in the world.

When the train arrived, Rice got off the train among the crowd. Hagrid was gathering the first-year students on the platform as usual.

After casting a lighting spell to help Hagrid share the pressure, Les and Daphne went to the open space near the station and took the Thestral carriage to Hogwarts.

However, compared to the carriage, Les actually prefers to take a boat to Hogwarts, which can bring back his past memories.

As the wheels of the carriage turned, Les fell into deep thought: Why did he feel as if his old friends were teaming up to "deal with" him? Was this his illusion?

Rice thought he should observe it further.

The process of the opening ceremony was the same as usual, but this year's sorting hat was particularly clean, even the patches on it had been repaired, making it look almost like a brand new hat.

Perhaps because Godric was standing behind him and watching him, the Sorting Hat's song was louder than before, and the length of Gryffindor's song was noticeably longer.

Most of the young wizards in the audience were not paying attention to the Sorting Hat and its song. They were all paying attention to this year's new headmaster: Godric Gryffindor.

Who could have thought that Dumbledore's successor would be this person? Or, who could have thought that fate would play such a joke on everyone that the founder of the school could become the headmaster a thousand years later? !

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