Chapter 454?Course Selection

Chapter 454 Course Selection

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

This was the first night he returned to the dormitory after two months. Perhaps because he spent too much energy on the previous day, he did not recognize the bed and had a good sleep instead.

After inking on the bed for a while, Mike finally got up and walked out of the dormitory when it was daylight.

There were only a few people talking in low voices in the normally bustling lounge.

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

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

This is a rather cumbersome matter for Professor Flitwick, because unlike the third grade, not everyone can take the NEWT course in the sixth grade. Students must meet the requirements of the teacher before they can continue their studies.

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

"Mike, you got up late. Professor Flitwick asked me to come over and ask you to make course selections." A black-haired boy came over and asked Mike with a smile, "By the way, what are your plans for this year?" Which courses have you chosen?"

He is the seventh-year prefect of Ravenclaw and this year's Head Boy. His name is Clark, and he is Mike's new friend at last night's banquet.

Mike rubbed his ears and was about to speak when the other party continued:

"I suggest you take all the courses you can choose! You must know that this is very important for your career choice after graduation! If you can obtain the newt excellent certificate 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 talking nonsense, the other party was also doing it for his own good, so Mike decided to say something nice to deal with the other party.

But at this time, another familiar voice suddenly sounded.

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

When Mike and Clark heard the sound, they saw Franklin walking towards here holding a homemade simple hot dog in one hand.

Seeing Mike looking at him, the sarcastic look on Franklin's face disappeared, replaced by an attentive smile.

"Hey, Mike, you want one?"

"Ah? Then let me try it."

Mike took a hot dog and tasted it and found that this hot dog, which was simply composed of sausage, bread and ketchup, tasted surprisingly good.

"Oh, did you do this yourself? That's great. I didn't think you had such a talent."

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

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, the professors don't want you at all. !”

"What did you say!"

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

"Can you say it again if you can?"

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

Mike's brows frowned, these two people were really noisy.

"That's enough, shut up!"

Following Mike's roar, the Ravenclaw lounge returned to silence again. Franklin and Clark, who had been so noisy that they were about to start a fight, both closed their mouths at this moment, but they were still staring with their eyes. other side.

"Well, 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 my classes for this year. I'm going to hand in the application form now."

"What courses did you choose?"*2

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

Seeing this, Mike shook his head and stopped trying to persuade him. Instead, he said to himself:

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

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's no reason. I just don't want to be so tired anymore. You know, I'm very busy, and there are a lot of things waiting for me to do in the Los Santos Group."

As soon as these words came out, Clark fell 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 walking towards Flitwick's office. Halfway there, Mike turned around and asked as if he suddenly remembered something:

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

"Yes, what's wrong?"

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

"Oh! Speaking of which, I'm so lucky!" Franklin said with joy. "The new Professor Slughorn is much better than the old bat Snape. He has relaxed the optional electives for newt-level Potions." Conditions, now you can continue to take Potions as an elective as long as you have a good OLS score."

"Haha, are you so happy?" Clark snorted on the side, "According to me, in the past, even Professor Slughorn required new potions to have excellent Owl scores, although I don't know why he lowered the score this year. You asked for it, but your luck is really good! I guess you must have stepped on dog poop!"

Hearing this, Mike smiled and nodded. The development of the matter was not at all beyond his expectation. Harry's Potions score was good, and in order to satisfy his desire to become a savior teacher, Slughorn really lowered the Potions score. The elective standards also mean that he will have to 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.

From this point of view, Professor Slughorn made a really big sacrifice for this.

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

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

At this time, the office was already full of students who had submitted application forms for course selection like Mike. Professor Flitwick was sitting on a seat cushioned by books, wearing glasses and carefully reviewing the application form of each applicant. Submit form.

He moves very quickly. He basically looks at each reviewer's form and gives suggestions. It can be seen that he is 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! Please hand me the elective list. I'm going to teach the first-year wizards right away, and I'm going to be late."

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

Professor Flitwick glanced at Franklin's form and declared it passed without hesitation, but when it was Mike's turn, he looked at each page carefully.

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

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

Although McKibben had taken basically all the major courses, Professor Flitwick felt that these courses were still too few.

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

Hearing this, a trace of helplessness flashed across Mike's face. He naturally couldn't tell the truth when facing Professor Flitwick, so he nodded and said:

"Yes, Professor. Because I found that I am not actually interested in other subjects, and a person's energy is also limited. Rather than distracting my attention to learn more and more complicated courses, I would rather take the specialization route and focus on I devote all my time to subjects that I like and have more talent for, such as Charms."

Clark's expression on the side was weird, because that's not what Mike told him just now.

But he didn't expose Mike, but was waiting to see what happened.

Professor Flitwick's brows twitched when he heard this. He could tell that Mike was making excuses, but there was no doubt that he felt very comfortable when he heard that Mike liked his Charms the most.

"Ahem!" Professor Flitwick coughed twice, "Okay then, you've passed!"

Mike looked happy and said quickly:

"Thank you Professor!"

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

"Wait a minute, Mike, I have something else to tell you." After speaking, Flitwick looked at the other people in the office, "You guys should go out first."

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

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

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

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

"Slughorn has been in contact with you, hasn't he?"

"That's right, Professor," Mike said. "He invited us to lunch on the train."

Upon hearing this, Professor Flitwick immediately became furious. He jumped up on the table, kicked over the ink bottle 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 to avoid the splashing ink, and looked at the furious Professor Flitwick with a confused expression. After he calmed down a little, he asked strangely:

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

"Aha! We have a very good relationship? It's really ridiculous! That guy has never thought highly of me! Do you know what he called me? Huh?" Professor Flitwick roared, "He called me 'Brainless reckless dwarf'! Oh! I'm so angry! If Dumbledore and the others hadn't stopped him, I would have smashed his bald head with my wand!"

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

"Slughorn! This guy loves vanity the most! What he likes to do most is to promote and please those talented and powerful students, so that they can repay him when they become rich!" Professor Flitwick said through gritted teeth, " He must have discovered your talent, so he wanted to take it under his wing!"

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

But he was not stupid. When he saw Professor Flitwick, he was really angry. He stood up quickly and said:

"Don't worry, I didn't know what happened between you and that old bald man Slughorn before. Now that I know, I will go and make it clear to him now. I will always be your student, and you will always be There is no teacher I respect the most! Besides, I won’t go to any potions class!”

As he spoke, Mike turned around and was about to walk out of the office, but the expression on Professor Flitwick's face was stagnant. He stared at Mike's back blankly, and then hurriedly shouted:

"Come back quickly!"

Mike looked back at Flitwick in confusion.

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

"I know you do it for my own good!" Mike said righteously, "But I can't stand you being wronged!"

Hearing this, Professor Flitwick finally had a smile on his face again, and he nodded happily 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. You, shooting sugar-coated bullets at you, so you just need to..."

As he spoke, the expression on Professor Flitwick's face became more and more cunning, and Mike also understood it and followed Flitwick's words:

"Eat the sugar coating and hit back with the cannonballs!"

"That's right! That's it. What you described is so apt!"

Professor Flitwick and Mike, old and young, looked at each other and laughed evilly.