Chapter 2360： You have a teaching assistant in the whole school

The horror talent that Xiaoguai accidentally revealed shocked everyone.

McGonagall knew that Xiaoguai was the reincarnation of the Seagod after all, and his natural divine power was not outrageous, but he could not control the energy in his body stably at this time.

However, this matter is very important. Although he trusts Krasu and Julian very much, he still does not want to expose Xiaoguai's identity too quickly.

"It turns out that Xiaoguai is good at water magic, so it is naturally best to learn magic with Gina." McGonagall said with a smile.

"Well, that little boy, let's learn magic with his mother." Ji Na also said quickly.

"Yeah, Xiaoguai likes magic." Xiaoguai nodded his head, and left the school day behind.

McGonagall asked Irina to help repair the crack in the ceiling with magic. The restaurant withstood the snap of Xiaoguai's previous finger, but did not disturb the guests who were queuing outside. The restaurant was open normally.

At the end of the morning, McGonagall brought a set of kitchenware, rode a bicycle, and drove Yabei Mia straight to the Hope Academy.

Barbara and Shiryl's class is scheduled for Tuesday, so there is no need to go to class today.

"Boss Mai, are you guys coming to class too?" When McGonagall arrived at the gate of the academy, he happened to ran into Vivian who got off the carriage.

"Yes, Teacher Vivian." McGonagall smiled and nodded. "Here, please call me Teacher McGonagall."

Vivienne looked at McGonagall in a chef's uniform, smiled and nodded: "Good Teacher McGonagall."

Then her gaze fell on Yabeimia who was aside, and her eyes lit up, "Mia, this dress really suits you."

"Thank you." A bit of joy appeared on Yabeimia's face.

She wore a black ol outfit, capable and decent, but she was a bit sexy, just like a little secretary.

"Mia is my teaching assistant." McGonagall introduced.

"We only have teaching assistants in our school." Vivian blinked at McGonagall.

McGonagall was taken aback for a moment and asked, "Aren't those old professors?"

"No." Vivian shook her head, "not even Chaos Academy."

"This..." McGonagall groaned, feeling that this academy seemed a bit different from what he had imagined.

None of them, he does, but that's a bit too conspicuous.

"It doesn't matter, I have already reported to the principal, and she allowed it." McGonagall took it for granted.

He didn't want to show off, he just felt that as a new teacher, he would take a hundred students at once, and he was worried that he could not control the scene, so he asked Mia to help.

And many chores can also be handled by her.

Vivienne looked at McGonagall with some envy: "Luna is really used to you. I also asked her to apply. Can you find a teaching assistant who can help me correct my homework."

"In a hurry, we went in first." McGonagall glanced at his watch, handed the teacher's door number to the guard on the side for verification, and walked inside with Mia.

"I heard that more than 400 students have signed up for your class, the hottest major this year." Vivian sighed with a quick step to keep up.

"This shows that the children's eyes are sharp." McGonagall smiled slightly.

"Just scream, I think about forty or fifty children are going to collapse, and hundreds of bear children squeeze into the kitchen." Vivian looked at McGonagall with some pity, "Good luck."

McGonagall paused and felt some pressure inexplicably when he looked at Vivian's back who was walking towards the teaching building.

More than a hundred children, a big kitchen...

McGonagall thought about the scene seriously, his expression also became unnatural.

I've made a mistake, I shouldn't be full of calculations as soon as I come up...

"Boss, I think you should bring sister Jina, she is best at handling this kind of scene." Mia smiled.

McGonagall was silent, Gina is indeed a bear child nemesis, but she wants to take the child at home.

"It's okay, we can do it too, it's just a group of kids." McGonagall smiled and cheered Mia, and walked towards the chef training center building.

From afar, McGonagall saw hundreds of children standing in line in front of the building, and several teachers and kitchen aunts helping to measure their height.

There is also a row of pots in front of the height measurement project. The pot is filled with half a pot of water. The children stepped forward and tried to lift the pot.

"Kizmo, the height is not enough, continue working hard next time."

"Garfield, I don't have enough strength. I need to eat more times and exercise more."

"Isaac, height and strength are qualified! Passed!"

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With the sound of the report, the eliminated children walked aside in frustration and were taken back to the teacher by the teachers, while the admitted children were led to the open space in front of the building with excitement.

McGonagall glanced, and only about thirty children passed.

At this time, there are fewer than a hundred children who are still measuring their height.

"Is the threshold I set too high?" McGonagall frowned, and the situation seemed different from what she had imagined.

"They are too skinny, they look much younger than children of the same age." Yabeimia looked at the children with pity. She had spent similar years before, without food, always hungry.

"Mr. McGonagall." In the crowd, a teacher walked over quickly, "You are here."

"Ms. Sheila." McGonagall smiled and nodded, looking at the children and said: "Is this screening?"

"Yes, the principal said that you are busy. Let us help you to screen the children according to your requirements." Sheila nodded, looked at the children, and said with some regret: "But most of these children are not well developed. Not much power can meet the requirements."

"Are all the remaining kids here?" McGonagall asked.

"Yes, we have been screening for an hour. More than 400 students have returned to the classroom or went to the next teacher's training course." Sheila nodded.

McGonagall's gaze swept across the rest of the children. Only ten or so tall children can reach his requirements, and most of them have thin arms and legs, and they don't look like they can lift a heavy pot.

"Thanks for your hard work." McGonagall nodded slightly. It seems that he can only recruit 30 or 40 students today.

However, McGonagall thinks this threshold is reasonable. For children who have not reached it, let them grow longer, so why rush for a while.

If the height is not up to standard, it is difficult to complete the course in front of a standardized stove.

The same is true if the strength is not up to standard. Becoming a chef is inherently a physical task.

McGonagall and Mia stood by and did not interfere with the screening.

Similar to McGonagall's estimate, the remaining children were finally up to the standard, and only eight had up to the standard.

The number of children who successfully entered the shortlist was finally thirty-eight.

The elimination rate of over 90% made McGonagall a little surprised.

"Wait a minute! Teacher! Can you give me a chance, I can really afford that pot! I want to be a chef!" At this moment, an immature pleading sounded.