Chapter 322 Changing Professors
Where was the "frank and interesting" speech you promised?
What happened to the promise that this trip would be “rewarding”?
Where is the promised “excellent”?
Jian Yu looked at Dumbledore who kept sighing, but felt as if he was bent over by pressure, and the pots behind him were extremely heavy.
It seems that from Umbridge's outstanding performance to the verbal attacks of the Death Eaters, to the reckless charge of the special commissioner and Gemma's sarcasm, until the start of the twins' exams, this combination of punches on teaching quality has dealt a big blow to the headmaster who believes he is responsible for the school's students.
But the truth always hurts, and when everyone points the finger at the teaching quality of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it means there is really a big problem.
Even Jian Yu couldn't think of any way to comfort the principal who was lost in introspection and self-blame.
To be honest, for my classmates who have perfectly experienced the baptism of abstract professors and students in grades 6 and 7—
It was difficult for her to say against her will what knowledge about Defense Against the Dark Arts they had learned from people other than Lupin and Crouch. Perhaps the two-in-one Quirrell could even be rated as an outstanding teacher among other professors, after all, there was a part of Voldemort involved.
But at this critical juncture when Voldemort is causing trouble everywhere, it is not a good thing for our important leaders to fall into introspection and self-blame.
Jian Yu decided to cheer him up in time. She racked her brains to comfort him:
"Well... the quality of the teaching staff is still remarkable, what's wrong?... Quirrell... We have been taught by Voldemort himself for almost a year... Crouch is worthy of being his favorite Death Eater, he really teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts well, even the Unforgivable Curses are taught... The big bosses and small bosses are all complete... The quality of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching team is still quite high... The enemy commander-in-chief is teaching in person, which student can have such a good fortune..."
The more she spoke, the more she felt that this position was like the base of evil forces, so she gradually lowered her voice.
Indeed, no one wants this blessing.
Dumbledore half leaned back in his armchair, one hand on his stomach, an indescribable expression on his face.
This description sounded as if the Defense Against the Dark Arts faculty and staff under his management were some kind of enemy team-building ground.
But he still tried to save his dignity which had fallen to the bottom:
"Jade, maybe you don't understand, but even if a professor has bad morals and behaves inappropriately, students can still learn something."
Jian Yu felt that she really couldn't understand it, and she thought it was very far-fetched.
The quality of the lessons is so bad that all people learn is how to paddle and how to slack off... and maybe how to run to get some exercise.
But Dumbledore showed a deep look, then smiled a little, and said earnestly:
"Let me ask you a few questions, Jade. What have you learned from Professor Quirrell?"
He thought he already knew her answer: always maintain a pure soul and don't be tempted or eroded by darkness.
But his smile soon froze, stuck strangely on his face.
"From Professor Quirrell? Well... that's a lot of stuff... His experience taught me that if someone suddenly changes their temperament and wraps their head around something and smells like garlic, it's best to burn it to see what's inside and whether they've been possessed. And I learned about the dark magic of using souls to slice and control others."
Dumbledore felt something was wrong, but he thought what the child said made sense.
"Okay." He nodded, deciding to continue asking, "What about Lockhart?"
"Lockhart? Keep your mouth shut, learn the Memory Charm, and you won't be afraid to travel the world. Others study magical creatures, but he studies others."
Dumbledore's frozen smile gradually disappeared from his face.
Regarding Lockhart's question, Professor McGonagall had asked him a few years ago why he wanted to recruit this fame-seeking person to teach.
He once answered confidently, twirling his beard:
Even from a teacher with a bad character, students can learn something, such as what not to do and what not to become.
But now, he felt something was wrong no matter how he looked at it.
"Shouldn't it be that... one should never get lost in the halo of fame...?" Dumbledore murmured.
Although Jian Yu's answer made him feel like ants were crawling on his body, he decided to take another look and wait and see.
"Not to mention Professor Lupin, whose teaching quality is outstanding and who can work 18 hours a day... ahem... he is diligent and conscientious. He made me work hard to learn how to make the wolfsbane potion. He was even so kind that he packaged both him and the wolf together and gave them to me as an employee."
There seemed to be nothing wrong with this evaluation, and Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction, expressing his appreciation for Lupin.
"So what about Moody... no, what about Crouch?" he asked expectantly, "What did you learn from him?"
He found this question not difficult to answer: stay away from dark magic, be wary of the Unforgivable Curse, and don't direct such spells at others.
"Although he is an enemy, he is the most hardcore one who can build friendly forces. He taught me the three unforgivable curses right from the start, and even showed off his superb acting skills in front of everyone... I guess many Slytherin students have benefited a lot from him. Not only have they gained a deep understanding of the dark arts, but they have also honed their acting skills. To be honest, for today's little snakes, even an Oscar is not worthy of them."
The corners of Dumbledore's mouth gradually changed from 0° to -15°, and wrinkles also appeared.
This made him look like a withered flower after being hit by a storm.
"Umbridge, the fifth-year student, has made everyone stronger. Now many students have greatly improved their physical fitness and can run around the Black Lake two or three times. I guess they can run faster than the Aurors... Of the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best strategy. When they encounter danger, even if they cannot Apparate, they can still run thousands of miles and move quickly to reduce the enemy's chances of being hit by spells."
Dumbledore visibly turned from a withered flower into a withered, bare branch.
"No, this is not right. Possession - Oblivion Spell - Unforgivable Spell - Physical Fitness -" He murmured in a barely audible voice, his long white beard trembling, his back hunched deeply again, "Shouldn't this be what we are learning? This doesn't seem to be what I thought... These professors... Aren't they supposed to tell you to cherish life and stay away from the dark arts? Aren't they teaching you to be an upright person and not to go astray like them...?"
This trip to Umbridge's house was like a blow to him, making him dizzy and dazed.
Because the direction and development of things deviated greatly from his expectations and were very different from what he had imagined!
"Who could have known that Quirrell would be possessed by Voldemort's soul slice? Who could have thought that Crouch would pretend to be Alastor?" Dumbledore sighed, "I have to...I have to...No one wants to apply for a cursed position, and I don't want innocent people to suffer from it...But the students do..."
He leaned back in his chair, stared blankly at a certain spot on the table, and fell silent.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the living room was extremely heavy, and even Jian Yu didn't know how to comfort the principal who was in a dilemma.
But Mrs. Weasley suddenly came back at this time. She had probably heard the whole thing next door and was very worried about Dumbledore's depressed state. She even hurried back after beating her son halfway and said loudly:
"Principal Dumbledore, don't believe what they say about the poor quality of the teaching staff! How is the teaching quality bad? We have been living like this for so many years!"
"As a principal, it's difficult to find professors who change every year. Sometimes those students should look for their own reasons. Have they studied independently outside the classroom over the years? Have they taken the initiative to ask other professors for help? And the graduates, have you worked hard after so long since graduation? Have you learned any new magic or knowledge? - You know I'm talking about you! Fred! George! Watch your butts!"
No one knows a child better than his mother. The retractable ears of the twins, which were accurately captured in the corner, retracted quietly again.
Dumbledore sighed deeply. Upon hearing this, he felt that his problem was even bigger.
He really couldn't be sure whether Mrs. Weasley's words of comfort were a veiled compliment or not?
"Molly, thank you, but don't comfort me. It's true that the quality of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is not high." He sighed and said, "There has been a choice that I have not been able to make up my mind about, but I have understood what Yu really wants to tell me... Maybe I should change my mindset, although this is a bit difficult for an old man over 110 years old..."
After hearing Jian Yu's words, he completely understood her intention of proposing this trip:
She hoped that he could see for himself how much harm an unqualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor could cause to these students!
Perhaps students in school have many faculty and staff to protect their safety, but one day they will have to leave school and go out to deal with the bloody storm.
She was using these shocking facts to remind him that in this extraordinary period, it was necessary to promptly improve students' self-protection abilities and strengthen school security precautions, especially in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the quality of teaching must be improved!
This was the truth she wanted him to see and hear with his own eyes!
"...Yes, an incompetent and bad-behaved Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will make students unable to protect themselves in front of dark wizards... These newly graduated special agents are examples... If you hadn't suggested that we go over and take a look, I'm afraid their young lives who had just entered society would have ended like this... Even these Death Eaters know that the quality of the school's Defense Against the Dark Arts professors is poor..."
Dumbledore felt a deep sense of responsibility towards his students.
He understood that she might already have someone in mind.
Jian Yu looked at him in astonishment as he suddenly stood up from the sofa, as if he had made up his mind, and strode towards the fireplace, and told her:
"Yu, just stay here and don't move. I'm going to bring you and your students the professor you want...Mo Li, please tell others that I'm going to be away for a few days. Please keep it a secret..."
His back and Mrs. Weasley's back disappeared in the green fire one after another and were gone.
What does she want from a professor?
What does she want?
Why did he leave all of a sudden?
Jian Yu looked at the extinguished fireplace in confusion, thinking somewhat dazedly.
But our important figures were able to pull themselves together and start their own plans and actions -
This still made her feel relieved.
......
After Dumbledore left, the twins who had been beaten badly by their mother finally sneaked out.
They looked around the living room very cautiously -
To ensure that Dumbledore and his mother would not suddenly appear and launch a new round of soul-searching at them regarding their grades.
"...hiss...it's so scary...hiss...ouch!" Fred bounced back suddenly when he touched the seat. It seemed that his unspeakable parts were severely injured. "As expected, he is...the most powerful wizard...in history..."
"Too powerful...hiss...just one sentence can make our butts burst." His good brother George echoed bitterly, "Merlin's beard, he doesn't even have to do it himself, mom can just send us away!"
"And that damn Malfoy!" The two said in unison, "Why should mom learn from them! Why should the top students be compared with the poor students? The shameful thing of beating her son and hanging him on the door... What is there to compare?"
But even after being beaten thoroughly, the twins were still able to find joy in the midst of suffering, comforting themselves with an Ah Q spirit:
"It doesn't matter. We solemnly declare that no Malfoy family is allowed to enter our joke shop for generations! No... they can still come in, but because he stepped in with his left or right foot first, he must pay the membership fee, and he will be charged ten times the price for anything he buys!"
The three people present laughed together and finally started their official topic: joke shop.
"Have you decided on the location?" Jian Yu asked, "Do you plan to rent the store or buy it?"
"Dad has picked out a shop location for us in Diagon Alley," Fred announced happily. "We were originally planning to buy it, but now it's not as safe outside as it used to be. We plan to rent a shop, which is more flexible. Congratulations, you're our major shareholder now! We decided to name the shop after the three of us, W&J Magical Wheezes!"
"We have been handling formalities and selecting products these past two days. We came here today just to see if you are here." George continued briskly, "We are waiting for you to come to the store to give us some guidance. Of course, it would be even better if you could help us deal with some annoying guys in the Ministry of Magic!"
Although I don’t know who the annoying guy is, the day when I can make money just by lying in the sky is one step closer.
Jian Yu smiled easily and extended his sincere congratulations to them.
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