Chapter 454 Course Selection

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

This was the first night he returned to the dormitory after two months. Perhaps because he had spent too much energy the day before, he did not find his bed familiar, but slept well. He

lingered in bed for a long time, until the daybreak when Mike finally got up and walked out of the dormitory.

In the lounge that used to be very lively, only a few people were talking in low voices.

Mike was not surprised at all. At this time, all the lower grade students should have gone to the classroom to prepare for class, while these senior students had more important things to do. Today was

the first day of school, and they needed to re-select courses.

This was a very tedious task for Professor Flitwick, because unlike the third grade, the sixth grade NEWT course was not available to everyone. Students had to meet the requirements of the teacher in charge before they could continue their studies.

For this reason, Professor Flitwick had to confirm the students' past grades before deciding whether you were eligible to select courses.

"Mike, you got up late. Professor Flitwick asked me to come over and ask you to go to class selection." A black-haired boy came over and asked Mike with a smile, "By the way, by the way, have you decided which courses you want to take this year?"

He is the seventh-year prefect of Ravenclaw and the male student union president this year. His name is Clark. He is a new friend Mike met at the banquet last night.

Mike rubbed his ears and was about to speak when he heard the other party continue:

"I suggest you take all the courses you can choose! You should know that this is very important for your career choice after graduation! If you can get a newt certificate of excellence in all 12 courses, then any institution in the world will open its doors to you, even the most demanding Ministry of Magic!"

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

But at this time, another familiar voice suddenly rang.

"Come on, Clark, Mike is not you. He doesn't need to find a job after graduation! In my opinion, he only needs to take a few major subjects like Charms, Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts like me."

Mike and Clark looked over and saw Franklin walking towards them with a homemade simple hot dog in one hand.

Seeing Mike looking at him, Franklin's mocking expression disappeared and was replaced by an attentive smile.

"Hey, Mike, do you want one?"

"Ah? Then let me try it."

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

"Oh, did you make this yourself? It's great. I didn't expect you to have such a talent."

Franklin proudly raised his eyebrows to Clark, and Clark became even more embarrassed.

Taking a deep breath, Clark said sarcastically:

"Do you think Mike is you? His grades are much better than yours, so he has the right to choose. As for you, I'm afraid it's not because you don't want to study that you didn't choose other courses, but because of your grades, those professors don't want you at all!" "

What did you say!"

"I said your grades are too bad and the professors still want you!" "Say it

again if you have the guts?"

"Say it again! Your grades..."

Mike frowned, these two people were too noisy.

"Enough, shut up!"

With Mike's roar, the Ravenclaw lounge returned to silence again. Franklin and Clark, who were almost about to fight, now shut their mouths, but they were still staring at each other with their eyes.

"Well, you don't have to worry too much about this matter." Mike sighed and walked out of the lounge. "I have already chosen my classes this year. I will go to submit the application form now."

"What classes did you choose?"

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

Mike shook his head and stopped persuading him. He said to himself:

"Charms, Potions, Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Well, that's all."

Franklin cheered immediately, while Clark looked at Mike in disbelief and said:

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

"Why? There is no reason. I just don't want to be so tired. You know, I'm very busy. There are still a lot of things waiting for me to do at the Los Santos Group."

After this, Clark was silent, and Franklin stared at Clark with a provocative look. His smug expression looked as if he had just won the Second World War.

The three continued to walk towards Flitwick's office. Halfway through the walk, Mike turned around as if he suddenly remembered something and asked:

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

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"But I remember that your Potions grades should be good, but the elective requirements for newt-level Potions are excellent."

"Oh! I'm so lucky to talk about this!" Franklin said with a beaming eyebrow, "The new Professor Slughorn is much better than that old bat Snape. He relaxed the elective requirements for newt-level Potions. Now as long as you have good-level OWLS grades, you can continue to take Potions."

"Haha, are you so happy?" Clark snorted, "As far as I know, even Professor Slughorn used to teach newts potions, and you need excellent owl grades. I don't know why he lowered the requirements this year, but you are really lucky! I guess you must have stepped on dog shit!"

Mike smiled and nodded when he heard it. The development of things did not surprise him at all. Harry's potion grades were good, and in order to satisfy his wish to become the savior teacher, Slughorn really lowered the elective standards for newt potions. This also means that he will face more newt students in the next year, which is not a labor-saving job for an old man of the same age as Dumbledore.

In this way, Professor Slughorn's sacrifice for this is really great.

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

After stopping the two's actions again, Mike led them directly into Professor Flitwick's office.

At this time, the office was already full of students who had submitted course application forms like Mike. Professor Flitwick sat on a chair padded with books, wearing glasses and carefully reviewing the forms submitted by each applicant.

He moved very quickly. He basically gave suggestions after taking a look at each reviewer's form. It can be seen that he was in a hurry.

With such work efficiency, it was soon Mike and Franklin's turn. The moment he saw Mike, Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his originally serious face.

"Oh! Mike, you're finally here! Give me the course application form quickly, I'm about to go to teach the first-year wizards, and I'm going to be late."

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

Professor Flitwick glanced at Franklin's form and announced that he passed it, but when it was Mike's turn, he read it carefully page by page.

After discovering that Mike only took a few major courses, Professor Flitwick finally frowned.

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

Although Mike had taken most of the major courses, these courses were still too few in Professor Flitwick's opinion.

As Clark said before, the number of subjects will directly affect the outside world's evaluation of this student. You must know that when others ask about your grades, they will not ask you which courses you took, but only how many NWET certificates you have obtained.

Hearing this, Mike's face flashed with helplessness. He naturally couldn't tell the truth to Professor Flitwick, so he nodded and said,

"Yes, professor. Because I found that I am not interested in other subjects, and a person's energy is limited. Instead of distracting my attention to learn more and more miscellaneous courses, I would rather take the specialization route and devote all my time to the subjects I like and have more talent, such as - Charms."

Clark's expression was strange, because Mike didn't say that to him just now.

But he didn't expose Mike, but was watching the changes on the side.

Professor Flitwick's eyebrows trembled when he heard this. He heard that Mike was making excuses, but there was no doubt that he was still very comfortable when he heard that Mike liked his Charms the most.

"Ahem!" Professor Flitwick coughed twice, "Well, you passed!"

Mike's face was happy, and he said quickly:

"Thank you, professor!"

After speaking, Mike turned around and was about to leave the office, but was stopped by Professor Flitwick.

"Wait, Mike, I have something else to say to you." Flitwick looked at the other people in the office and said, "You guys go out first."

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

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

"Don't be in a hurry, come and sit down first."

Mike came to Flitwick and sat down in front of him with some confusion, but at this moment Professor Flitwick had a strange expression on his face. He rubbed his hands and asked tentatively:

"Slughorn has contacted you, right?"

"Yes, professor." Mike said, "He invited us to lunch on the train."

Upon hearing this, Professor Flitwick immediately became furious. He jumped onto the table and kicked over the ink bottle on the desk, roaring:

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

Mike dodged the splashing ink with a tactical backward move, and looked at the furious Professor Flitwick with a confused face. After his emotions stabilized a little, he asked strangely:

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

"Aha! A very good relationship? This is ridiculous! That guy has never looked down on me! Do you know what he called me for? Huh?" Professor Flitwick roared, "He called me 'a brainless dwarf'! Oh! I'm so angry! If Dumbledore and the others hadn't stopped me, I would have smashed his bald head with my wand!"

As he spoke, Professor Flitwick was still waving his fists, as if Slughorn's head was right in front of him.

"Slughorn! This guy is the most vain! What he likes to do most is to promote and please those talented and powerful students, so that those people can repay him after they become successful!" Professor Flitwick gritted his teeth and said, "He must have discovered your talent, so he wants to recruit you!"

Mike's expression was a little strange. He really didn't expect that Slughorn and Professor Flitwick had such a grudge before.

But he was not stupid. Seeing that Professor Flitwick was really angry, he quickly stood up and said:

"Don't worry, I didn't know about the relationship between you and that old bald man Slughorn before. Now that I know, I will go and make it clear to him. I will always be your student, and you will always be my most respected teacher, no doubt about it! Besides, I won't go to that Potions class either!"

As Mike turned around and was about to walk out of the office, the expression on Professor Flitwick's face froze. He stared blankly at Mike's back, and after a while he hurriedly shouted:

"Come back soon!"

Mike turned around and looked at Flitwick in a daze.

"Don't be anxious!" Professor Flitwick's tone softened a lot, "You still have to attend the Potions class."

"I know you're doing this for my own good!" Mike said righteously, "but I can't stand you being wronged!"

Upon hearing this, a smile finally appeared on Professor Flitwick's face again. He nodded with relief and said:

"Listen to me first. Although that old guy Slughorn is hateful, his teaching level and connections are still very good. In addition, since he wants to gain your gratitude, he will definitely try his best to please you and fire sugar-coated bullets at you, so you just have to..."

As he spoke, the expression on Professor Flitwick's face became more and more treacherous, and Mike also understood what he meant, and followed Flitwick's words and said:

"Eat the sugar coating and shoot the bullets back!"

"That's right! That's right, your description is so apt!"

Professor Flitwick and Mike, one old and one young, looked at each other and both grinned wickedly.