Chapter 187: A New Semester
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Chapter 187: A New Semester
The following day, while Felix Harp was dining in the Great Hall, he overheard the various bits of gossip being discussed among the young wizards.
"Harry faced off against a Dementor in a fierce battle, keeping it away from the carriage doors. The sky was filled with a blazing red light; I saw it even from two compartments away."
"Indeed, it's almost unimaginable!"
Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff student, piped up, his head poking out from his seat, "There's nothing strange about this. Remember, Potter defeated the Dark Lord as a baby. When he first arrived, I couldn't quite understand what the fuss was all about. 'The Chosen One' sounded no different from me—short stature, looking a bit underfed, and his grades were only average..."
He rattled off a list of shortcomings, then dramatically paused, his gaze fixed on his two companions. "And now look at him! The truth has finally emerged!"
"Goodness gracious, that's how it is." His two friends chimed in, wearing expressions of sudden realization.
Felix felt the urge to chuckle. He quickly finished his pie and arrived at the Ancient Runes classroom, flipping through his class schedule for the year.
Among the third-year wizards, there were hardly more than ten who hadn't chosen his course, which strangely elevated his elective to the status of a required subject.
Professor McGonagall had put quite some effort into getting Ancient Runes onto the timetable.
Ultimately, Ancient Runes for the third-year students were scheduled for the last period on Tuesdays and Thursdays, extending even half an hour past the regular dismissal time.
Soon, the seventh-year students began to gather.
Percy, Penelope, Wood, Geoffrey, and that Ravenclaw girl who had an affinity for carrying around a little skull in last year's Arithmancy class...
Among these faces, Felix noticed one that shouldn't have been there—Marcus Flint.
He had graduated this June, yet here he was again in the Ancient Runes classroom. There was only one reason for this: he had been held back a year.The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.
Last academic year, he had failed both of his Advanced-level courses—Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes—with a score of zero in all of the exams, not even passing one. It was a matter of pure-blood pride, his father having pulled some strings with the board of governors to get him held back.
"P-Professor." Marcus, towering and bulky, saw Felix wave at him. His face contorted into a grimace as he laboriously made his way over, almost step by step.
Everyone was watching the spectacle, especially Oliver Wood, who had eyes gleaming with excitement. He and Marcus were far from friendly; they were the respective Quidditch team captains for Gryffindor and Slytherin and had clashed plenty off the pitch.
"You..." Felix looked at Marcus, momentarily at a loss for words. What to say? At the very least, his performance in Ancient Runes was better than his Care of Magical Creatures grades. This indicated he invested more effort in his own subject.
Had Felix not relaxed the course selection criteria last year, would Marcus have managed to graduate with only one subject?
Regarding this speculation, Felix was none the wiser.
He rummaged beneath the lectern and pulled out a piece of parchment, handing it over to Marcus. "This is your used answer parchment; I didn't erase your information. All those wrong answers from before are still there."
Marcus took it, mumbling as if he wanted to say thanks, but ended up choking on his own saliva.
"Off you go. I'll be checking regularly. If your grades don't meet the requirements, I'll halt all your activities—" Felix calmly looked at him, "including Quidditch."
"Yes, Professor." Marcus replied with a crestfallen expression.
"You should understand that even without me aiding them, their minds will still be on this. I can't exactly tie them up or... cast a Confundus Charm?"
Percy's face paled, and his lips stammered.
"However, I do have a suggestion." Felix said slowly.
"What is it?"
"Join them."
"You're joking!" Percy's eyes widened, "I can't stand their pranks... It's not my cup of tea."
"No, I don't mean you should engage in their research. What I mean is, understand them. Understand what they're doing, what they're researching, where their time is spent, and why they find it endlessly fascinating. When you know every aspect of their actions, you'll always find an appropriate way..."
Felix looked at him. "I heard you're aiming to work for the Ministry of Magic? This might be a meaningful practice. You can write a relevant thesis."
Percy left in contemplation.
Meanwhile, Harry looked furious, with Hermione trailing behind him.
"Harry, I wasn't intentionally keeping it from you."
"Hermione, you knew all along that my dad knew Professor Lupin, and even that small rat Peter! You knew everything but never told me. I was telling you—Wait, where is she? Hermione?"
Turning a corner, Harry turned back to continue, but Hermione's figure had mysteriously disappeared.
He exchanged a glance with Ron, and just then, Hermione rushed in from another corridor, a delicate golden chain hanging from her chest.
"Hermione, I wasn't done talking—"
Impatiently, Hermione cut him off, "What are you waiting for? We're going to be late for Transfiguration, hurry up."
She rushed ahead, taking several steps before realizing they were still rooted in place. With a serious expression, she scolded, "What are you both waiting for?"
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Chapter 187: A New Semester
The following day, while Felix Harp was dining in the Great Hall, he overheard the various bits of gossip being discussed among the young wizards.
"Harry faced off against a Dementor in a fierce battle, keeping it away from the carriage doors. The sky was filled with a blazing red light; I saw it even from two compartments away."
"Indeed, it's almost unimaginable!"
Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff student, piped up, his head poking out from his seat, "There's nothing strange about this. Remember, Potter defeated the Dark Lord as a baby. When he first arrived, I couldn't quite understand what the fuss was all about. 'The Chosen One' sounded no different from me—short stature, looking a bit underfed, and his grades were only average..."
He rattled off a list of shortcomings, then dramatically paused, his gaze fixed on his two companions. "And now look at him! The truth has finally emerged!"
"Goodness gracious, that's how it is." His two friends chimed in, wearing expressions of sudden realization.
Felix felt the urge to chuckle. He quickly finished his pie and arrived at the Ancient Runes classroom, flipping through his class schedule for the year.
Among the third-year wizards, there were hardly more than ten who hadn't chosen his course, which strangely elevated his elective to the status of a required subject.
Professor McGonagall had put quite some effort into getting Ancient Runes onto the timetable.
Ultimately, Ancient Runes for the third-year students were scheduled for the last period on Tuesdays and Thursdays, extending even half an hour past the regular dismissal time.
Soon, the seventh-year students began to gather.
Percy, Penelope, Wood, Geoffrey, and that Ravenclaw girl who had an affinity for carrying around a little skull in last year's Arithmancy class...
Among these faces, Felix noticed one that shouldn't have been there—Marcus Flint.
He had graduated this June, yet here he was again in the Ancient Runes classroom. There was only one reason for this: he had been held back a year.The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.
Last academic year, he had failed both of his Advanced-level courses—Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes—with a score of zero in all of the exams, not even passing one. It was a matter of pure-blood pride, his father having pulled some strings with the board of governors to get him held back.
"P-Professor." Marcus, towering and bulky, saw Felix wave at him. His face contorted into a grimace as he laboriously made his way over, almost step by step.
Everyone was watching the spectacle, especially Oliver Wood, who had eyes gleaming with excitement. He and Marcus were far from friendly; they were the respective Quidditch team captains for Gryffindor and Slytherin and had clashed plenty off the pitch.
"You..." Felix looked at Marcus, momentarily at a loss for words. What to say? At the very least, his performance in Ancient Runes was better than his Care of Magical Creatures grades. This indicated he invested more effort in his own subject.
Had Felix not relaxed the course selection criteria last year, would Marcus have managed to graduate with only one subject?
Regarding this speculation, Felix was none the wiser.
He rummaged beneath the lectern and pulled out a piece of parchment, handing it over to Marcus. "This is your used answer parchment; I didn't erase your information. All those wrong answers from before are still there."
Marcus took it, mumbling as if he wanted to say thanks, but ended up choking on his own saliva.
"Off you go. I'll be checking regularly. If your grades don't meet the requirements, I'll halt all your activities—" Felix calmly looked at him, "including Quidditch."
"Yes, Professor." Marcus replied with a crestfallen expression.
"You should understand that even without me aiding them, their minds will still be on this. I can't exactly tie them up or... cast a Confundus Charm?"
Percy's face paled, and his lips stammered.
"However, I do have a suggestion." Felix said slowly.
"What is it?"
"Join them."
"You're joking!" Percy's eyes widened, "I can't stand their pranks... It's not my cup of tea."
"No, I don't mean you should engage in their research. What I mean is, understand them. Understand what they're doing, what they're researching, where their time is spent, and why they find it endlessly fascinating. When you know every aspect of their actions, you'll always find an appropriate way..."
Felix looked at him. "I heard you're aiming to work for the Ministry of Magic? This might be a meaningful practice. You can write a relevant thesis."
Percy left in contemplation.
Meanwhile, Harry looked furious, with Hermione trailing behind him.
"Harry, I wasn't intentionally keeping it from you."
"Hermione, you knew all along that my dad knew Professor Lupin, and even that small rat Peter! You knew everything but never told me. I was telling you—Wait, where is she? Hermione?"
Turning a corner, Harry turned back to continue, but Hermione's figure had mysteriously disappeared.
He exchanged a glance with Ron, and just then, Hermione rushed in from another corridor, a delicate golden chain hanging from her chest.
"Hermione, I wasn't done talking—"
Impatiently, Hermione cut him off, "What are you waiting for? We're going to be late for Transfiguration, hurry up."
She rushed ahead, taking several steps before realizing they were still rooted in place. With a serious expression, she scolded, "What are you both waiting for?"
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Chapter 187: A New SemesterThe following day, while Felix Harp was dining in the Great Hall, he overheard the various bits of gossip being discussed among the young wizards."Harry faced off against a Dementor in a fierce battle, keeping it away from the carriage doors. The sky was filled with a blazing red light; I saw it even from two compartments away.""Indeed, it's almost unimaginable!"Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff student, piped up, his head poking out from his seat, "There's nothing strange about this. Remember, Potter defeated the Dark Lord as a baby. When he first arrived, I couldn't quite understand what the fuss was all about. 'The Chosen One' sounded no different from meshort stature, looking a bit underfed, and his grades were only average..."He rattled off a list of shortcomings, then dramatically paused, his gaze fixed on his two companions. "And now look at him! The truth has finally emerged!""Goodness gracious, that's how it is." His two friends chimed in, wearing expressions of sudden realization.Felix felt the urge to chuckle. He quickly finished his pie and arrived at the Ancient Runes classroom, flipping through his class schedule for the year.Among the third-year wizards, there were hardly more than ten who hadn't chosen his course, which strangely elevated his elective to the status of a required subject.Professor McGonagall had put quite some effort into getting Ancient Runes onto the timetable.Ultimately, Ancient Runes for the third-year students were scheduled for the last period on Tuesdays and Thursdays, extending even half an hour past the regular dismissal time.Soon, the seventh-year students began to gather.Percy, Penelope, Wood, Geoffrey, and that Ravenclaw girl who had an affinity for carrying around a little skull in last year's Arithmancy class...Among these faces, Felix noticed one that shouldn't have been thereMarcus Flint.He had graduated this June, yet here he was again in the Ancient Runes classroom. There was only one reason for this: he had been held back a year.The roots of this story extend from novell bin origin.Last academic year, he had failed both of his Advanced-level coursesCare of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runeswith a score of zero in all of the exams, not even passing one. It was a matter of pure-blood pride, his father having pulled some strings with the board of governors to get him held back."P-Professor." Marcus, towering and bulky, saw Felix wave at him. His face contorted into a grimace as he laboriously made his way over, almost step by step.Everyone was watching the spectacle, especially Oliver Wood, who had eyes gleaming with excitement. He and Marcus were far from friendly; they were the respective Quidditch team captains for Gryffindor and Slytherin and had clashed plenty off the pitch."You..." Felix looked at Marcus, momentarily at a loss for words. What to say? At the very least, his performance in Ancient Runes was better than his Care of Magical Creatures grades. This indicated he invested more effort in his own subject.Had Felix not relaxed the course selection criteria last year, would Marcus have managed to graduate with only one subject?Regarding this speculation, Felix was none the wiser.He rummaged beneath the lectern and pulled out a piece of parchment, handing it over to Marcus. "This is your used answer parchment; I didn't erase your information. All those wrong answers from before are still there."Marcus took it, mumbling as if he wanted to say thanks, but ended up choking on his own saliva."Off you go. I'll be checking regularly. If your grades don't meet the requirements, I'll halt all your activities" Felix calmly looked at him, "including Quidditch.""Yes, Professor." Marcus replied with a crestfallen expression."You should understand that even without me aiding them, their minds will still be on this. I can't exactly tie them up or... cast a Confundus Charm?"Percy's face paled, and his lips stammered."However, I do have a suggestion." Felix said slowly."What is it?""Join them.""You're joking!" Percy's eyes widened, "I can't stand their pranks... It's not my cup of tea.""No, I don't mean you should engage in their research. What I mean is, understand them. Understand what they're doing, what they're researching, where their time is spent, and why they find it endlessly fascinating. When you know every aspect of their actions, you'll always find an appropriate way..."Felix looked at him. "I heard you're aiming to work for the Ministry of Magic? This might be a meaningful practice. You can write a relevant thesis."Percy left in contemplation.Meanwhile, Harry looked furious, with Hermione trailing behind him."Harry, I wasn't intentionally keeping it from you.""Hermione, you knew all along that my dad knew Professor Lupin, and even that small rat Peter! You knew everything but never told me. I was telling youWait, where is she? Hermione?"Turning a corner, Harry turned back to continue, but Hermione's figure had mysteriously disappeared.He exchanged a glance with Ron, and just then, Hermione rushed in from another corridor, a delicate golden chain hanging from her chest."Hermione, I wasn't done talking"Impatiently, Hermione cut him off, "What are you waiting for? We're going to be late for Transfiguration, hurry up."She rushed ahead, taking several steps before realizing they were still rooted in place. With a serious expression, she scolded, "What are you both waiting for?"Unlock exclusive early access to 100s of chapters before anyone else by becoming a valued member of my Patreon community.As a cherished member of our Patreon community, here is what you'll get:For just $5, you'll receive:Early access to 100s of chapters before they go public. check all the novels I'm translating from HERE, all the novels have 100s of exclusive early access chapters and some are complete.Your name prominently featured on the "Wall of Gratitude".The power to vote on which novel I should translate next.If you decide to pledge $10, you'll get all the perks from the $5 tier, plus:You get to suggest a Novel Chinese or Korean for me to translate, It may take some time for me to do it but it will be done as soon as possible.Your name prominently featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" in gold.And if you're feeling generous with a $20 pledge, you'll unlock all the perks from the $5 tier and $10 tier, plus:You get to recommend a Novel Chinese or Korean and I will immediately start translating it.You get to recommend an abandoned Novel Chinese or Korean and I will immediately start translating it.Your name featured at the top of the "Wall of Gratitude".Don't let this amazing opportunity slip through your fingers!Or Consider donating! at Paypal or Ko-fi.
