"What's wrong, Ron?"

The little witch with messy hair came over, holding a large pile of parchment in her arms, all of which were first grade Defense Against the Dark Arts homework.

"Hermione, give me a copy of your Transfiguration paper... No, 'learn from it,' okay? I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it today..." Ron looked at her helplessly.

"Isn't that right? I remember you had just finished half of it?" Hermione leaned over and looked at Ron's Transfiguration homework.

The parchment in front of Ron was covered with minced chicken, and the saliva mixed in it mixed the ink that had not yet dried into a dark shape.

"Eh - that's disgusting, Ron!" The little witch looked away in disgust, then hugged her Defense Against the Dark Arts homework with her left hand, and took out her wand with her right hand.

"Tornado (tergeo)!"

The effect of the spell was very obvious, and the debris and saliva on the parchment were swept away.

However, the dark ink stains left on the paper could not be cleaned off.

If Ron dared to hand this assignment to the stern Professor McGonagall, he would probably die without even knowing...

"Hermione, look, my homework is no longer useful." Ron said guiltily, "It's very late now. If you don't lend me your homework, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it."

"If I can't finish my homework, I won't be able to hand it in. If I can't hand it in, Professor McGonagall will deduct points from me. If I lose points, Gryffindor's chance of winning the House Cup will be reduced... Look, your homework

But it plays an extremely crucial role in whether we can win the Academy Cup!"

Ron spoke a long paragraph in one breath, thinking that what he said made sense, so he confidently looked up at Hermione standing next to him.

"No!" Hermione slammed the thick pile of parchment in front of her on the table, proudly puffed up her chest, revealing the devil wings badge on her chest, "I am a teaching assistant now, and I have to teach

Other first-year students must set an example and cannot allow bad students like you to take advantage of others!"

Ron's face immediately fell.

"Harry, you can be fair." He cast his pleading eyes on Harry, who was sitting in the next seat watching the theatre. "Do you think Hermione should lend us her homework to help Gryffindor House?"

To contribute to the cause?"

"Actually, I don't have to borrow Hermione's homework..." Harry seemed to be in a good mood and was smiling as he put a diary into his schoolbag. "My homework has been finished. Do you want to learn from it?"

,Ron?”

"What?!" Ron was shocked and stood up suddenly.

His exclamation was so loud that all the little wizards in the common room paid attention to him.

Harry quickly cast an apologetic look at the classmates around him, and then pushed Ron down on his seat.

"Ron, what are you making all this fuss about?" he asked dissatisfied, "Can't I finish my homework by myself?"

"No, buddy, this is not right." Ron also calmed down a little, but still whispered to Harry in a somewhat unbelievable voice, "I didn't even eat, I have been writing a paper on Transfiguration, and I just finished writing

Half done."

….

"But you ran from the eighth floor to the auditorium on the first floor to have a meal, and then walked up from the first floor. You were delayed for at least almost an hour, right? You were able to finish your homework just now. It's not like you!"

Two black lines immediately appeared on Harry's face.

"Just tell me whether you want to watch it or not!" he said angrily.

"Look! A fool doesn't look at it!" Ron snatched the parchment from Harry's hand, "Hermione, if you don't want to lend me your homework, I can just deal with it with yours first."

Ignoring Harry's angry look, he took Harry's Transfiguration paper and started copying it, and used his own unique "borrowing" techniques, such as changing the order of paragraphs, changing the wording, and switching between active and passive voices.

…

However, after "borrowing" one-third of the papers

, Ron suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Harry, did you really write this yourself?" He patted Harry's arm, his eyes widened, without any thought of moving away from Harry's Transfiguration paper, "Are you sure this wasn't

Are you copying Hermione's work? No, I feel like Hermione's writing is not that good!"

"Yes... I wrote it myself."

Harry glanced at his school bag unnaturally.

He didn't tell anyone that there was a magical diary in his schoolbag. This diary could answer any of his questions and solve any problems in his study or life...

…

After selecting the teaching assistant who would correct the homework, not long after that, Dracula had a new problem——

He is also responsible for the proposition of the final exam paper...

Hogwarts main tower, in the principal's office on the eighth floor.

Dracula was lying on the sofa bored, holding a brand new Sorting Hat in his hand, throwing it high into the sky, and catching it casually, passing the boring time.

At first, the Sorting Hat howled dizzily a few times, but later on, I don't know if it was knocked unconscious or if it gave up its struggle completely and flew up and down in the air without saying a word.

"Professor Dracula, you have been lying here all afternoon." Dumbledore finally couldn't stand it any longer. He raised his head from his desk and looked at Dracula on the sofa through his glasses, "There is this guy in a daze.

By the time, your Defense Against the Dark Arts test papers have been published a long time ago."

That's right, Dracula came to the principal's office this time just to throw the blame away.

The final exam was coming soon, and he wanted to leave the matter of publishing the exam papers to others, while he himself was responsible for enjoying the way the little wizards scratched their heads during the exam.

"I would rather be in a daze here than give them questions..." Dracula threw the sorting hat back on its original stool and looked at the ceiling of the principal's office casually, "I have to take care of the study progress and also

It needs to be of a certain degree of difficulty, and it also needs to increase the level of achievement... Whoever wants to do such a troublesome thing can do it!"

"Don't Professor Snape want to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Let him give me the questions."

"Professor Dracula, Severus only wants to be a teacher. He will not be obligated to help you with questions." Dumbledore said, "I think you can refer to last year's question types and teach based on this school year.

Use the past content to make test papers.”

"Why can't I just use last year's questions?" Dracula said lazily.

"The original questions from previous exams can be easily found by young wizards. Many students have done those real questions." Dumbledore shrugged, "This would be unfair to other students who have never done it."

Dracula sighed and slammed his head on the armrest of the sofa. The solid gold armrest cracked on the spot.

"No, I must find another assistant! I won't be able to continue without an assistant!"

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Chapter completed!