It was clear that this huge notice would not only appear in the Ravenclaw common room.

In the common rooms of the other three houses, students who woke up a little later quickly found that the notice boards in their common rooms were crowded with people, with young wizards discussing this seemingly abrupt announcement.

"Excuse me, pardon me. I'm a prefect, don't crowd around here..."

In the Gryffindor common room, Percy Weasley pushed through the crowd, quickly walked to the notice board, and loudly read the words on it to the growing number of students, while driving those who were surrounded inside towards the downstairs.

[Temporary Class Suspension Notice]

[As a Ministry of Magic designated education pilot, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will be launching a new teaching model this week. The new timetable and format will be announced at the banquet tonight. Therefore, classes during the day today will be temporarily cancelled—]

"Oh, brilliant!" Ron Weasley excitedly nudged Harry beside him with his elbow, "Today was supposed to be a full day of classes! Now we can play chess for a while, and then take your new broom to the Quidditch pitch for a fly!"

[At that time, all students must arrive at the Great Hall on time to welcome several new professors joining Hogwarts, and then receive the new timetable after the welcome banquet, and re-formulate the subsequent study plan. In addition, students in the third year and above will need to re-elect courses bi-directionally. Details will be notified and explained separately by the Heads of each house and the prefects.]

"Bi-directional... re-elect courses?"

Angelina Johnson frowned, and said somewhat puzzled, "So, does this mean that the professors under the new teaching model will also be selecting some students? This is not entirely good news..."

"I wish that great author would just eliminate me directly, otherwise we'd have to wait at least another year."

Fred Weasley spread his hands, sighing,

"Great author? What happened... Oh, too bad! No classes today!"

Hermione Granger happened to walk out of the dormitory, and her eyes immediately fell on the huge notice.

She had finally managed to reorganize and preview the courses last night, preparing to face that white-haired furball again in class today, but now her "Demon King Challenge Plan" would have to be postponed.

"It's Professor Lockhart," George Weasley explained, "He gave each of us fourth-year students a long-term homework assignment yesterday, to write a diary every day and hand it in to him for correction on the weekend, and he also limited the word count to no less than 500 words. In addition, we have to hand in a 1200-word book review of 'Traveling with Trolls' to him..."

"Who writes a diary, really?! Besides, if you write it out, can you call it the truth?"

Fred Weasley snorted in dissatisfaction, his face full of resentment.

After one class, they quickly discovered the most annoying course in this castle—Gilderoy Lockhart's language arts class—in terms of annoying and cumbersome, it had surpassed the big bat in the basement.

"Professor just wants to cultivate our written expression skills..."

Hermione proudly raised her chin slightly, somewhat displeased and earnestly correcting.

"Besides, George, Fred, the quality of your submissions to 'The Quibbler' was really terrible before, I mean, your ability to control words really needs to be improved. As for the book review—you should have read the professor's book—think about the amazing things he did, it's very rare that a wizard is willing to share these valuable experiences."

"Spare us, Miss Model Student. You sound exactly like Bill and Percy."

Fred Weasley shook his head helplessly and made a face at Hermione.

Although Hermione was only a second-year student, due to last year's textbook-like "Poisonous Mushroom Rescue", the year-end cross-grade exam, "The Quibbler" editor, and other factors, Hermione's popularity in Gryffindor was not low, especially near the end of the term, she was almost half a "shadow" female prefect.

"Professor Lockhart himself said that many of those stories were exaggerated and untrue, not to be taken seriously..."

George Weasley muttered softly, he didn't like Lockhart much either.

It's just that compared to his twin brother, George had a hint of hostility towards Lockhart that he couldn't explain himself. Perhaps it was because since Lockhart came, the "Peach" prefect had obviously disliked him a lot.

"That's just the professor being modest," Lavender raised her eyebrows, looking at George with a displeased expression.

Compared to the mixed reviews on the boys' side, Gilderoy Lockhart's reviews on the girls' side at Hogwarts were generally quite good, even those young witches who already had boyfriends were secretly talking about the new professor.

After all, in Hogwarts, mature male wizards who are good-looking and have a sunny demeanor are really rare.

"Do you think Professor Dumbledore would hire someone who brags to be a professor? Now I think that the professor definitely has many adventure experiences that he hasn't written about, for example, some secret positions he holds in the Ministry of Magic..."

Unexpectedly, Ron, who usually hated doing homework the most, didn't agree on this matter, but turned his head and exchanged a meaningful look with Harry, thoughtfully whispering.

You know, at the end of last semester, he, Harry, and Percy personally saw Gilderoy Lockhart leading a group of "Ministry of Magic Secret Aurors" in the dormitory to capture Peter Pettigrew.

Although due to some confidentiality principles they had never heard of, they couldn't reveal this operation to the public, but this didn't prevent Ron and the others from privately guessing and speculating about Gilderoy Lockhart's true identity—Wizard in Black (wiB), this name sounded very cool, and Ron and Harry even burned with enthusiasm for studying hard.

Of course, at that time they never expected that this wizard who was younger than he looked would become their teacher.

"Secret positions? Anyway, I haven't heard Dad say anything. Maybe that's really the case..."

Fred glanced at Ron, who was standing not far from Lavender, shrugged indifferently, and didn't argue.

Unlike George and Ron, he didn't have to go against his conscience to say good things for his girlfriend. Angelina Johnson was obviously one of the few girls who wouldn't be deceived by Gilderoy Lockhart's appearance—anyway, from the beginning to the end, he wouldn't consider the issue of self-selection of courses, just copy Angelina Johnson's timetable.

"Speaking of which, don't you think it's strange? About this announcement, and that welcome banquet."

Without interfering in the disputes between his younger brothers, Charlie Weasley frowned thoughtfully, holding his arms.

"New professors come every once in a while, and curriculum reforms are not new, but... I really can't imagine what kind of wizard, and what form of curriculum reform, is worth Hogwarts suspending classes to adjust and welcome?"

Perhaps, these children who are still in school don't think there's anything wrong.

But in Charlie's eyes, who has already entered society and participated in work for a period of time, many of the words in this announcement are even more confusing than the content itself. And what made him feel even stranger was that when faced with this notice, his elder brother Bill Weasley didn't seem surprised at all, as if... he knew something in advance.

In fact, Charlie Weasley even vaguely felt that the handwriting on the announcement board had a strange familiarity.

It was almost like...

Charlie Weasley subconsciously turned his head and looked at the figure standing on the edge of the spiral staircase, yawning and quietly watching the noisy crowd below—Bill Weasley, the eldest child in their Weasley family.

"Looks like I've been discovered a little bit, I should have not helped little Charlie copy homework when I was a kid."

Noticing his younger brother's gaze, Bill scratched his head helplessly, sighing with a bit of a headache.

Since Charlie started turning his hobbies to dragon research, this kid's ability in terms of intuition has risen sharply. He knew long ago that his manuscript wouldn't be able to fool Charlie, after all, Charlie was too familiar with his handwriting and writing style.

I have to admit, sometimes he really envied those wizards who have talent in the field of magical animal research, just like Mr. Newt Scamander, they are always good at amplifying some unusual details—just like some magical creatures that hunt by instinct, even without direct evidence, they can lock onto the target by instinct.

Bill raised his finger and gestured on his lips, revealing a mysterious smile.

"Shhh—"

[Gringotts is also involved? Does that mean one of the new professors is an old goblin?]

Charlie Weasley raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself.

As the first "Magical Postgraduate" in Hogwarts' history, he didn't think that the purpose of the school inviting them old graduates back was to make up for mathematics or language arts—the answer was mostly in this announcement.

Well, anyway, it'll be good to muddle through for a year, right...

Charlie withdrew his gaze, shaking his head with little interest, not having much desire to get to the bottom of things.

Anyway, they are all courses aimed at children, and he really couldn't muster much enthusiasm.

If it weren't for the admission notice from Hogwarts, and the persuasion of his parents and colleagues, he wouldn't have planned to leave Dragon Island to return to school—taking classes in school, where is it more interesting than raising dragons.

Unless, Hogwarts can tame and study black dragons...

But this is obviously impossible. If dragons could freely soar in the Scottish Highlands, then he wouldn't have specifically run to the remote Hebrides after graduation, to study dragons in that desolate edge of civilization.

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