Professor Hap had a different attitude towards the fifth and seventh-year students.

He waved his wand and handed out a sheet of tests papers to the students, which were from their last course.

Felix stood on the stage without speaking, but a low pressure had settled over the young wizards.

They were seventh year students who had been " schoolmates " of the professor for three years, especially when they had first enrolled here and Felix was in his fifth year.

What did he do in his fifth year?

Well, he invited a certain Shafiq family to a duel, so these students were all badly shaken by the fact that they had witnessed the most vicious side of this man right from the start.

In the eyes of the young, naive first years, is that an invitation to a duel? It's a death notice! And the kind that a whole family would send together.

Felix fiddled with his wand, seeing that the atmosphere was pretty much set, and finally spoke up, "Here are your results from last session's test, and to be honest, I'm a little disappointed, quite disappointed ..."

"Marcus!"

Marcus Flint shivered and stood up, "Teach ... Professor." Felix might not remember him, but he remembered Felix clearly because the " Shafiq " was seated next to him.

As a pureblood, his father had asked that senior to look after him, and he had just started school when he ran into a major storm.

He still couldn't forget the way that spirited senior had fallen to the ground.

Felix walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder, "The grades are a bit poor, do well from now on, I have my eye on you."

"Yes ... Professor."

What else could Marcus say, go back and study like hell!

Felix very satisfied with this Slytherin's attitude, after all, it was his own house, which was still very powerful.

"Let's start the lesson, there's a little too much to cover today, so I'll make it quick and you guys do these three sets of papers when you go back."

"After all, your NEWTs exams are right around the corner this year ..."

...

Saturday, Gryffindor common room.

Percy looked exhausted, he had just finished his twelve-inch History of Magic thesis on the History of the Development of the Crucible and the History of Revolution, but there were six more subject assignments waiting for him - he had chosen far too many courses on his plate.

Damn it, if this keeps up, there won't even a time for a date!

Hermione walked out of the girls' dormitory clutching a large volume of books and saw Harry and Ron gathered around a table with seven or eight other young wizards at one side, seemingly looking at something amusing.

She walked over there and the Weasley twins were there, in fact, they were dancing with their wands guiding two magical golems.

She recognized these two golems, which happened to be the ones that Professor Hap had shown in the open class.

To the silent music (that is, no music), a pair of half-foot-tall men and women embraced each other, dancing and wandering across the tabletop with lightning-fast steps - making it their dance floor.

Lee Jordan is narrating the 'plot': "And so, Fireboy and Icegirl fall in love, and the young couple become the envy of all. But it doesn't last long, and their philosophies clash so badly that they simply fought!"

And Fred and George matched his narration, with Fred waving his wand first and Ice Girl kicked Fireboy in the face.

"Oh! Ice Girl steals the lead and kicks her former lover a solid two ft. Is this how a once monolithic vow dissipates?" Lee Jordan cried out in pain.

Not to be outdone, George flicked his wand one after the other, and Fireboy jumped up and landed a hard punch to Ice Girl's gut, followed by a kick that sent her flying far away.

"At last, Fireboy wasn't concerned, love is no match for a battle of philosophies! He had to strike, he moved, he moved, he finally kicked! Beautiful!"

A little witch on the sidelines, "Boo!"

Hermione looked around in amazement, you guys are excellent in this, and with drama too.

After a few more minutes, Fireboy used a wave of quick punches to gain the upper hand and then took off with a kick, although he dropped in mid-air.

Next, Ice Girl stood still for a moment in the process as well.

" Out of power, out of power!" Ryan Thomas, who had grown up in the Muggle world, spoke uncertain words.

Fred and George grabbed the golem and ran to the corner and began re-inscribing the ancient magic text.

"Professor Hap is so harsh, only half an hour of activity for a single copy of the magic text is allowed to be supplied." Many of the young wizards vocalized about a certain professor.

The crowd dispersed and the trio and Hermione re-found their seats.

Hermione glanced at the twins who were in the distance, "They can do that already?"

"It's nothing, quite a few wizards have spent a lot of time on it." Ron explained, "Fred said that Cedric, from Hufflepuff, used to get up in the middle of the night and secretly practice in order to win the pre-Halloween exams and get the mystery prize."

"There are also quite a few witches that don't move an inch without hugging their magic golem all day."

Hermione nodded, it was true that she had seen little witches hugging magic golems everywhere this week, "But that's not Fred's magic golem, is it?"

Ron said casually, "He borrowed it from Angelina, to create a remix of that classic battle in the auditorium. But they're still pretty close if you ask me, I mean, they've only just finished learning their first set of magic texts, and they need to master four more, it's like collecting chocolate frog cards and putting all the pieces together to form a set ..."

"Harry, you didn't train today?"

Harry grimaced, "Training is in the afternoon." It had just been two weeks, but he was already a bit overwhelmed.

Ron suddenly "snorted" as he looked at Harry and Hermione and whispered, "I'm told that Wood has been having a headache with his Ancient Magic homework, and thanks to Professor Hap, Harry was able to have an easy day."

"Difficult homework?" Hermione speculated.

"No," Ron was holding back from laughing, " The professor's sixth-year homework isn't in translation though, instead of it's about writing a thousand-word essay called 'My Summer Holiday Life'."

Hermione had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

This style seemed to be common when she was in elementary school ...

Professor Hap was also from a muggle background and did have a lot of life experience there, Hermione thought to herself.

The three were chatting when Percy suddenly stood up, packed his things quickly, and left without looking back, carrying his school bag.

It was time for his date!

Watching Percy's back, Harry looked at him thoughtfully, "He looks a bit irritated."

Ron shrugged, "Percy's taken too many classes, he passed 12 OWLs and tried to continue taking 12 courses this year, but Professor McGonagall persuaded him to drop part of them."

The two men lamented a little and then looked at Hermione in unison, would this be what Hermione's future looked like?

Hermione ignored the two and settled down to read her book.

Harry looked at the Ancient History of Magic book in Hermione's hand and couldn't help but ask her, "Didn't you pass the test, why are you still reading this book?"

Hermione turned the page, "Professor Hap wrote a bunch of annotations on my thesis, all of which were things I had to pay attention to, and besides, I found the Ancient Magical Texts to be quite interesting."

"Quite interesting ..."

The two academic scums looked at each other, every time they talked to Hermione about their studies, they felt like they were wearing the contraption around their necks that Hagrid had planted in his pumpkin in the field.

So they played wizard's chess on their own.

By the afternoon, Wood leads the team out of the common room, and Harry had thought about asking what he was going to do about his ancient magical text homework, but eventually kept his mouth shut when he thought that even the end of the world wouldn't stop him from training.

On the way, he ran into Colin Creevy, who once again greeted him with a warm "Hello! Harry", to which Harry returned a feeble "Hello to you too, Colin".

He had anticipated that the rest of the training session would be accompanied by numerous flashes and shutter clicks.

Inside the castle, Ron was bored and had to do his homework.

He glared at the blank parchment for half a day and finally folded a paper aeroplane with it, which ended up hitting Neville on the nose, causing him to let out a cry of pain.

In the evening, after dinner, Hermione arrived at Felix's office to report for duty.