Harry Potter’s Strongest Senior

"Select 16 people in the seventh grade, 8 people in the sixth grade, and 4 people in the fifth grade to form a dark magic combat improvement class. Every Monday and every Friday night, a separate improvement class is offered."

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"The other students' Defense Against the Dark Arts classes are still taught according to textbooks, and duel clubs are strictly prohibited."

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"The professor of the advanced class is temporarily held by Remus Lupin. The list of students in the advanced class will be announced by Minister Fudge in two days."

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Dumbledore informed the students of the latest meeting results at dinner time, and the students below were in an uproar.

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Originally, everyone could learn it, but now they are doing selections and getting an advanced class, which has made the competition so stressful.

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"Improve the class? That's what I meant when I was in junior high school." Sean really didn't expect Fudge and Dumbledore to discuss such a method.

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"We also have extra classes every Monday and Friday night. Happy education is going to change."

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"Why is it so difficult for us ordinary students? I can only lie down and watch your show." Cassius said, looking at Sean on the left and Chris on the opposite side.

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"I don't care. You didn't listen to Dumbledore. Did Minister Fudge announce the list? He wouldn't choose me as Crouch." Chris said helplessly.

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"Only 4 people were selected in the fifth grade. You, Cedric, and Angelina were among the top three in the fifth grade. If you didn't choose the three of you, it would be a black box operation." Sean said.

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"But Dumbledore didn't say that they were selected based on merit." Chris was still a little embarrassed.

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The students below the fifth grade are obviously dissatisfied because they are not eligible to be selected for the advanced class. Even the first, second and third grades are too young.

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"If only I could get in, there must be top students in the senior year, and the learning atmosphere with them must be great." Hermione even imagined that she had entered the advanced class.

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"Learning crazy." Harry shook his head.

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"Percy is going to be too happy. According to his grades, he must have been selected." Ron wondered whether he was envious or happy for his brother.

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Percy is in his last year at Hogwarts this year, and being able to get an opportunity personally presented by Minister Fudge in his last year, he feels that it has laid a certain foundation for entering the Ministry of Magic in the future.

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At the end of dinner, Sean took the opportunity to run to Snape and inquire about raising the standard of class selection.

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"Professor, is this list made by the school or by the Ministry of Magic?" Sean asked a very in-depth question.

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Snape glanced at him, then said, "Anyway, without you."

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"Boiled." Sean muttered in his heart, "Although I don't even bother to enter the advanced class, but it makes me a little sad to say that."

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Snape refused to pay any attention to him, and left the auditorium with his robes tossed, while the students of the other three colleges also went to their deans.

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"Professor McGonagall, do you know anything about the list? Am I on the list?" Percy asked impatiently.

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"Percy, your grades are very stable, don't worry, wait for the list to be announced." Professor McGonagall didn't say it, but it was enough for Percy to celebrate in advance.

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"Professor, professor, wait a minute." The handsome and handsome boy Cedric quickly caught up with their Dean Sprout.

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"Cedric, I know what you want to ask. Needless to say, believe in your own abilities." Professor Sprout smiled and winked at Cedric.

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"Understood, thanks Professor." Cedric grinned and turned away.

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It seems that improving the selection criteria for the class is indeed based on grades, but this was achieved under Dumbledore's strong request. Otherwise, Percy and Cedric would not be on the list according to Fudge's selection criteria.

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Fudge and Umbridge secretly negotiated that only those employees whose parents work at the Ministry of Magic should be selected, and that the loyalty of the employees to Minister Fudge should be investigated first. As for whether the students' grades are worthy of entering the advanced class, that is Another story.

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However, Dumbledore firmly opposed Fudge's plan, saying that the candidates must be selected according to their achievements, but the final announcement of the list can be carried out by Fudge.

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"Minister, leave this to me, and I will write a letter to each student on the list, informing them that they have the opportunity to enter the advanced class because of the Minister's appreciation, so they will definitely thank you." Umbridge flattered. said.

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"Just do it like this, don't write the same thing, try to write different words for each letter." Fudge instructed.

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In fact, they don't have grades, and Hogwarts doesn't allow students to be ranked according to their grades, but every time the exam results come out, Chris, Cedric, and Angelina must be excellent. A long way ahead of other students.

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And the places for the sixth grade, seventh grade, and the head are also relatively easy to determine. After a little bit, everyone started to discuss who is usually better.

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On Thursday, November 4th, dozens of owls flew into the auditorium at breakfast time, and 28 letters fell from the air and landed precisely on the desks of the students to be served.

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"It's a letter from the Ministry of Magic!" Someone shouted, and those who believed or didn't came to their senses.

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"Chris, you have it too." Cassius said happily.

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"Sean, what about yours? Haven't floated down yet?" Cassius looked up at the top of the auditorium, and there were no owls flying.

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"My God, I have it too?! Look, I'm also in the advanced class!" A boy at the Ravenclaw table excitedly shouted to his classmates. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

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Sean pointed to the other side and said, "Mine is probably in Roger's hands."

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In Ravenclaw fifth grade, Roger. Davis has relatively good grades, but his performance is not stable. If you don't count Sean, he has a high probability of being selected.

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Harry looked at the selected seniors and sisters with some envy. He also wanted to learn powerful magic, to protect himself and his friends.

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As if he could guess what Harry was thinking, Sirius stopped Harry from outside the auditorium.

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"Sirius, where have you been these two days?" Harry asked with joy when he saw his godfather.

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"The dueling club is gone again. I have nothing to do to help Hagrid herd and raise pigs." Sirius said.

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"Are you still raising pigs?" Harry was amused by him.

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"I know a lot, do you want to learn from me?"

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"Forget it, I'm not interested in raising pigs." Harry shook his head.

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"What about actual combat magic, I'm better than Lupin, aren't you disappointed that you couldn't get into the advanced class?" Sirius asked, looking into Harry's eyes.

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"Is this okay? Didn't Dumbledore only allow the advanced class to learn practical magic?" Harry wondered.

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Sirius smiled, "Dumbledore didn't say that."

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