A week later, an uninvited guest came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.
"Professor Dracula, according to Miss Granger's response, you haven't assigned homework for a week." Professor McGonagall said to Dracula with a serious face, "It's almost time for the final exams. It would be irresponsible for students not to assign homework."
Dracula was slumped in a soft armchair in an ungraceful manner, with one foot on his desk and a goblet dangling in his hand.
"Grading homework is so boring. My teaching assistant has been playing with himself. Of course I am too lazy to grade it."
He opened his mouth lazily, and the wine glass held high in his hand tilted slightly. A stream of bright red wine flowed down from the air and fell into his mouth like a small waterfall, making a pleasant gurgling sound.
Dracula drank the glass of wine with satisfaction, then sat up, put the glass on the table, and looked up at Professor McGonagall.
“Isn’t it good like this now? Students don’t want to do homework and I don’t want to correct it, so I just don’t assign it. It’s the best of both worlds and everyone is happy.” He said with a chuckle.
"Professor Dracula, not all students don't want to do their homework. Hogwarts still has good students like Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and glared at Dracula. "Besides, grading homework is one of the most basic responsibilities of a professor. I will not turn a blind eye to your dereliction of duty just because you are the chairman of the board of directors!"
As if she had noticed Dracula's disapproving attitude, Professor McGonagall admonished him earnestly:
"Don't take it lightly, Professor Dracula. Homework can directly serve as practice and review, allowing students to reinforce the knowledge they have learned in class. In addition, the completion of students' homework can help professors see what they don't understand, and then focus on explaining it in class."
“If you don’t assign homework, students will lose an opportunity to improve!”
Dracula poured another glass of red wine into the goblet and nodded indifferently.
"Well, it's just homework, no problem for me." He said, "By the way, which good students want to do the homework?"
"I won't reveal their names." Professor McGonagall shook her head warily, "There are only a few good and well-behaved students in Hogwarts. I can't let you take revenge on them!"
Seeing her defensive expression, the corner of Dracula's mouth twitched.
"Who do you think I am, Professor McGonagall? I just want them to do me a small favor." He looked at Professor McGonagall innocently. "Actually, I can guess who wants to do the homework without you saying it. After all, as you said, there are only a few good students in Hogwarts!"
As he spoke, he stretched out a hand and counted out three fingers.
"Hermione Granger is from the first year, Cedric Diggory is from the third year, and Percy Weiss is from the fifth year, right?"
Professor McGonagall's expression froze for a moment, then she nodded helplessly.
"Well, in that case, the task of grading homework will be given to them from now on!" Dracula said happily, "Isn't it easy to do homework? Assign them more tasks so that they don't have to find trouble all day long!"
"Um... Professor Dracula, isn't this inappropriate?" Professor McGonagall said with a strange expression, carefully choosing her words. "Besides, according to the grades of these three students, it is impossible to mark the sixth and seventh grade homework."
"What's inappropriate about that? Correcting their homework is also a way to consolidate their learning achievements!" Dracula said nonchalantly, "As for the sixth and seventh grades, they are all going to be adult wizards. If they still don't have the self-awareness to actively study, then they deserve not to graduate!"
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So, Hermione, Cedric and Percy became glorious teaching assistants in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Each of the three of them received a badge engraved with half a pair of devil wings. Under the wings were written the six letters "DADATA", which stands for Defe the Dark Arts Teaching Assistant.
This badge was designed by Dracula himself. It looks very nice, beautiful and classy.
But Percy made a fool of himself because of the badge, and the Weiss twins laughed at him for a long time.
Percy was very proud of being a teaching assistant. As soon as he got the teaching assistant badge, he immediately wore it on his chest.
However, the problem was that he was already the prefect of Gryffindor, and since he was unwilling to take off the prefect badge, there was no more space on his left chest. So he wore the teaching assistant badge on his right chest...
For a moment, Percy's two symmetrically worn badges formed an extremely funny outfit.
"Hey, Ron, come look at Percy's image!"
That night, in the Gryffindor common room, Fred called out to his brother.
Ron hadn't finished his homework for the next day, and was now catching up on it while gnawing on a chicken drumstick that Harry had brought back for him from the Great Hall.
Hearing Fred's shout, he subconsciously looked up at Percy.
"puff-"
Ron couldn't help himself and sprayed all the chewed chicken onto the homework in front of him.
"Hahahaha... Percy, what were you thinking!" He laughed. "Wearing a badge on each side is so weird!"
Percy's face darkened as he passed by the common room.
He had originally wanted to show off his new badge, but after being interrupted by the twins, he no longer felt proud, but instead felt ashamed...
In fact, in the eyes of other young wizards, this way of wearing a badge is not as funny as Ron shows. But the person who did this was Percy! The Westley twins and Ron would never miss any opportunity to laugh at Percy. Over time, Percy became a unique source of laughter in the Westley family.
Percy glanced at Fred and George who were laughing with a depressed look, then looked at Ron, ready to warn him not to be as naughty as the twins.
And when he saw the homework in front of Ron, his mood suddenly became cheerful.
"Don't laugh yet, my dear brother." He walked over to Ron and patted his shoulder sympathetically. "Look at what has become of your Transfiguration paper. I remember that this assignment is due tomorrow, right?"
Ron stopped smiling and looked down at his homework, but all he saw was a piece of minced chicken and a black ink mark...
"I hate you, Fred!
"He shouted desperately, and began to search for another little wizard in the common room. "Hermione, I can't finish the Transfiguration paper today, I need your help!"
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