Chapter 447： ?Courses

The next day, when the first ray of sunlight shone from above the distant mountain peak, Mike also opened his eyes.

This was the first night he returned to the dormitory after a lapse of two months. Perhaps it was because he had spent too much energy the previous day. He didn't recognize the bed, but had a good night's sleep.

was inked on the bed for a while, and it was not until dawn that Mike finally got up and walked out of the bedroom.

At this moment, only a few people are whispering in the lively lounge in the past.

This Mike is not surprised at all. At this time, all the students in the lower grades should have gone to the classroom to prepare for class, and the students in the upper grades have more important things to do.

Today is the first day of school, they need to re-select courses.

This is quite a cumbersome task for Professor Flivy, because unlike the third grade, the sixth grade courses are not available to everyone, and students must meet the requirements of the teacher in order to continue their studies.

For this reason, Professor Flivy must first confirm the students' past results before deciding whether you are eligible for course selection.

"Mike, you get up late. Professor Flitwick asked me to come over and ask you to go over and choose a course." A black-haired boy came over and asked Mike with a smile, "Yes, by the way, you think you want to Which courses have you taken?"

He is Ravenclaw's seventh-grade prefect and the chairman of this year's Boy Student Union. His name is Clark. He is a new friend Mike met at the banquet last night.

Mike rubbed his ears, and listened to the other party as he was about to speak:

"I suggest that you choose all the courses you can choose! You know this is very important for your career choice after graduation! If you can get excellent certificates in all 12 courses, then any institution in the world will open the door to you. Even the most demanding Ministry of Magic is the same!"

Mike yawned. Although he felt that Clark was completely talking nonsense, the other party was also for his own good, so Mike decided to just say something nice and perfuse the other party.

Only then, another familiar voice suddenly rang.

"Come on, Clark, Mike is not you. He doesn't need to look for a job after graduation! To me, he just needs to be like me, elective courses such as spells, potions and defense against the dark arts. enough."

Mike and Clark heard their reputation, and saw Franklin walking towards this side with a homemade simple hot dog in one hand.

Seeing Mike looking at himself, the mocking look on Franklin's original face was gone, replaced by an attentive smile.

"Hey Mike, do you want one?"

"Huh? Then I will try it."

Mike took a hot dog, tasted it and found that this simple hot dog made up of sausage, bread and ketchup tasted surprisingly good.

"Oh, did you make this yourself? It's not bad, I thought you still have this talent."

Franklin proudly raised his eyebrows at Clark, and Clark became even more embarrassed when he saw it.

took a deep breath, and Clark said sarcastically:

"Do you think Mike is you? His grades are much better than you, so he has the right to choose. As for you, I am afraid it is not because you don’t want to learn that you didn’t choose other courses, but your grades. Those professors don’t want you at all. !"

"what did you say!"

"I said your grades are too bad and the professor wants you!"

"If you have the ability, you can say it again?"

"Say it again, say it again! Your grade..."

Mike's brows frowned, the two of them were really noisy.

"Enough, shut up!"

With this roar from Mike, silence in the Ravenclay lounge was restored again. Franklin and Clark, who were still about to fight, had closed their mouths at this moment, but they were still staring constantly. other side.

"Oh, you don't have to worry too much about this matter." Mike sighed, and said as he walked out of the lounge, "I have chosen this year's class, now I will submit the application form."

"What course did you choose?"*2

Clark and Franklin asked in unison, but then they reacted and looked at each other angrily.

Mike shook his head when he saw this, and stopped persuading him, but said to himself:

"Spells, potions, polymorphs, and defense against the dark arts. Well, that's it."

Franklin cheered immediately, and Clark looked at Mike with disbelief:

"But why? You are clearly qualified to choose more subjects, why..."

"Why? No why. I just don't want to be so tired anymore. You know, I'm very busy. There are still a lot of things waiting for me in Los Santos Group."

As soon as these words came out, Clark was silent, and Franklin stared at Clark with provocative eyes, his proud expression looked as if he had just won the Second World War.

The three of them continued to walk towards Flivy’s office. Halfway through, Mike turned his head and asked as if he had suddenly remembered something.

"Franklin, you said you chose Potions, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"But I remember that your potions grades should be good, but the elective conditions for level potions are excellent."

"Oh! I'm so lucky to talk about this!" Franklin said happily. "The new Professor Slughorn is much better than Snape's old bat. He has relaxed the elective requirements for Level Potions. , Now as long as a good grade of owls can continue to take potions."

"Hehe, are you so happy?" Clark snorted on the side. "As far as I know, even Professor Slughorn in the past requires an excellent level of owl grades in Tao Potions, although I don’t know why he dropped this year. Ask, but your luck is really good! I guess you must have stepped on shit!"

Hearing that Mike smiled and nodded, the development of things did not exceed his expectations. Harry's potions scores were good, and in order to satisfy his desire to become the teacher of the savior, Slughorn really lowered the potions. The elective standards, which also means that he will have to face more students in the coming year, which is not a labor-saving task for an old man of the same age as Dumbledore.

From this point of view, Professor Slughorn’s sacrifice for this is really great.

Thinking like this, Mike's mouth began to rise unconsciously, and Clark and Franklin behind him were about to fight.

once again stopped their movements, Mike led the two directly into Professor Flivy's office.

At this time, the office was already full of students who submitted the application form for course selection like Mike. Professor Flivy was sitting on a chair padded with books, wearing glasses and carefully reviewing each applicant. The submitted form.

He moves very fast. He basically gives advice after just a glance at each reviewer's form. It can be seen that he is in a hurry.

Under such efficiency, it was Mike and Franklin's turn. Professor Flivy's eyes lit up when he saw Mike, and a smile appeared on his originally serious face.

"Oh! Mike, you're finally here! Give me the elective form. I'm going to teach the little wizards in the first grade soon. I'm almost late."

Upon seeing this, Mike and Franklin looked at each other, quickly took out a stack of application forms from their pockets and handed them to Flivy.

Professor Flitwick glanced at Franklin's form and declared it passed neatly, but when it was Mike's turn, he watched carefully page by page.

After discovering that Mike had only taken a few major courses, Professor Flitwick's brows finally frowned.

"Mike, are you sure you only choose these few courses?"

Although Mike has basically selected all the major courses, these courses are still too few in Professor Flitwick’s view.

As Clark said before, the number of subjects will directly affect the evaluation of the student by the outside world. You should know that when people ask about your grades, they will not ask you which courses you have chosen, but only how many certificates you have obtained. .

Hearing that Mike’s face flashed with helplessness, he naturally couldn’t tell the truth when facing Professor Flivy, so he nodded and said:

"Yes, Professor. Because I found that I am not interested in other subjects, and my energy is limited. Rather than distracting to learn more and more complex courses, I prefer to take the specialization route. I spend all my time on subjects that I like and are more talented, such as-spells."

Clark's expression was weird, because Mike didn't tell him that.

But he didn't expose Mike either, but was watching his changes.

Professor Flitwick's brows also trembled when he heard the words. He heard it. Mike was making excuses, but there is no doubt that he was still very comfortable when he heard Mike's favorite spells.

"Ahem!" Professor Flitwick coughed slightly, "Well, well, you passed the level!"

Mike looked happy and quickly said:

"Thank you Professor!"

After saying that Mike turned his head and was about to leave the office, he was stopped by Professor Flitwick.

"Wait, Mike, I have something to tell you." Flivy looked at the others in the office again, "You go out first."

Clark, Franklin and the others looked at each other, and finally slowly withdrew from the office, leaving only Mike and Professor Flitwick.

"Teacher, do you have anything to tell me?"

"Don't worry, come and sit down first."

Mike came to sit down in front of Flivi with some doubts, but the expression on Professor Flivi’s face was a bit strange at this moment. He rubbed his hands and asked tentatively:

"Slughorn has already contacted you, hasn't it?"

"Yes, Professor." Mike said, "He invited us to lunch together while on the train."

Hearing this, Professor Flivy immediately became furious. He jumped onto the table, kicked over the ink bottle placed on the desk, and roared:

"I knew it! This old fox must have come to please me because of you! This bad guy!"

Mike leaned back tactically to avoid the splash of ink, and looked at Professor Flitwick who was violent with a bewildered look. After his mood stabilized a little, he asked strangely:

"Uh, what happened? Didn't Professor Slughorn say that you have a very good relationship with him?"

"Aha! The relationship is very good? It's a big deal! That guy has never looked at me! Do you know what he called me back then? Huh?" Professor Flitwick roared, "He called me 'Bullhead dwarf'! Oh! I'm so angry! If it weren't for Dumbledore and they stopped me, I would have to knock out his bald head with a magic wand!"

As he said, Professor Flitwick was still shaking his fists, as if Slughorn's head was right in front of him at the moment.

"Slughorn! This guy loves vanity the most! What he likes most is to promote and please those genius and wealthy students, fortunately to repay himself when those people develop!" Professor Flivy gritted his teeth. " He must have discovered your talent, so he wants to earn him!"

The expression on Mike's face was a little weird. He really didn't expect Slughorn and Professor Flivy to have this kind of relationship before.

But he is not stupid Seeing Professor Flivy, he was really angry, and quickly got up and said:

"Don't worry, I didn't know the matter between you and the old bald Slughorn. Now that I know it, I will go and tell him clearly. I will always be your student, and you will always be My most respected teacher is not one of them! Besides, I won’t go to any potions class anymore!"

Said that Mike turned around and was about to walk out of the office, while the expression on Professor Flivy's face was stagnant. He stared at Mike's back blankly, and then hurriedly shouted:

"Come back soon!"

Mike turned his head and looked at Flivy a little blankly.

"Don't worry!" Professor Flitwick's tone softened a lot, "You still have to take potions class."

"I know you are doing me well!" Mike said righteously, "but I can't stand your grievances even more!"

Hearing that Professor Flivy finally smiled again, he nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Listen to me first. Although the old Slughorn is hateful, his teaching level and connections are still very good. In addition, since he wants to reap your gratitude, he will definitely try his best to please him next. You, shoot sugar-coated cannonballs at you, so all you have to do is..."

As he talked, the expression on Professor Flivy's face became more and more treacherous, and Mike also understood what he said, borrowing from Flivy's words:

"The sugar-coated is eaten, and the shells go back!"

"That's right! That's it, what you describe is really appropriate!"

Professor Flitwick and Mike exchanged glances, and both laughed slyly.