"What's wrong, Ron?"
The little witch with messy hair came over, holding a large stack of parchment in her arms, which were all the homework for the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"Hermione, can you please copy your Transfiguration paper for me... no, 'borrow' it for me? I'm afraid I can't finish it today..." Ron looked at her eagerly.
"That's not 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 chicken mince, and the mixed saliva had blended the ink that had not yet dried into a black shape.
"Eh - that's disgusting, Ron!" The little witch looked away in disgust, then held the Defense Against the Dark Arts homework in her left hand and took out her wand with her right hand.
"Tergeo!"
The effect of the spell was very obvious, and the crumbs and saliva on the parchment were swept away.
However, the black ink stains left on the paper could not be cleaned up.
If Ron dared to give this assignment to the strict Professor McGonagall, he would probably die without knowing how...
"Hermione, look, I can't use this homework anymore." 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 get deducted points, Gryffindor's chances of winning the house cup will be reduced... You see, your homework plays a crucial role in whether we can win the house cup!"
Ron spoke a long paragraph in one breath, thinking that what he said made a lot of sense, so he looked up confidently at Hermione who was standing next to him.
"No!" Hermione slammed the thick stack of parchment she was holding in front of her onto the table, and proudly puffed out her chest, revealing the devil wings badge on her chest. "I'm a teaching assistant now, and I have to set an example for other first-year students. I can't let bad students like you take advantage of me!"
Ron's face immediately fell.
"Harry, please say something fair." He looked at Harry, who was sitting in the next seat watching the show, for help. "Do you think Hermione should lend us her homework and contribute to Gryffindor's house cup?"
"Actually, I don't have to borrow Hermione's homework..." Harry seemed to be in a good mood, and was putting a diary into his schoolbag with a smile, "I've finished my homework. Do you want to borrow it, Ron?"
"What?!" Ron was shocked and stood up suddenly.
His exclamation was so loud that all the young wizards in the common room saluted him.
Harry quickly cast an apologetic look at the students around him, then pushed Ron back into his seat.
"Ron, what are you making such a fuss about?" he asked unhappily. "Can't I just do my homework on my own?"
"No, man, this is not right." Ron calmed down a little, but still said to Harry in a low voice with some disbelief, "I didn't even go to eat. I've been writing my Transfiguration paper, and I've only finished half of it just now."
"But you ran from the eighth floor to the auditorium on the first floor to eat, and then walked back up from the first floor. That took you at least an hour, right? And you were able to finish your homework in that time. This is not like you!"
Two black lines immediately appeared on Harry's face.
"Just tell me whether you want to see it or not!" he said angrily.
"Look! Only a fool wouldn't read it!" Ron snatched the parchment from Harry's hand, "If Hermione won't lend me your homework, I can use yours to deal with it first."
He ignored Harry's angry look, took Harry's Transfiguration paper and began to copy it, and used his own unique "borrowing" techniques, such as changing the order of paragraphs, changing the wording, switching between active and passive voices...
However, after "borrowing" one-third of the paper, Ron suddenly realized that something was wrong.
"Harry, did you really write this yourself?" He patted Harry's arm, his eyes wide open, with no intention of moving away from Harry's Transfiguration paper. "Are you sure you didn't copy Hermione's? No, I don't think Hermione's writing is as good as this!"
“Yes… I wrote it myself.”
Harry glanced at his bag uncomfortably.
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 he encountered in study or life...
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Not long after selecting the teaching assistant to grade the homework, Dracula had a new problem -
He is also responsible for setting the questions for the final exam...
In the headmaster's office on the eighth floor of the Hogwarts main tower.
Dracula was lying on the sofa bored, holding a brand new Sorting Hat in his hand. He threw it high into the sky and then caught it casually to kill time.
The Sorting Hat howled a few times in a dizzy state at first, but later it was unclear whether it was shaken unconscious or it had completely given up struggling, and it was tossed up and down in the air without a sound.
"Professor Dracula, you've been lying here for the whole afternoon." Dumbledore finally couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his head from his desk and looked at Dracula on the sofa through his glasses. "If you had the time to be in a daze, your Defense Against the Dark Arts test paper would have been ready long ago."
That’s right, Dracula came to the principal’s office this time just to pass on the blame.
The final exam was approaching, and he wanted to pass the task of making the exam papers to someone else, while he would be responsible for enjoying the little wizards scratching their heads during the exam.
"I'd rather stay here in a daze than give them questions..." Dracula threw the Sorting Hat back to its original stool and looked at the ceiling of the principal's office absentmindedly. "It has to take care of the learning progress, have a certain degree of difficulty, and also widen the gap between the grades... Whoever wants to do such a troublesome thing can do it!"
"Doesn't Professor Snape want to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Let him set the questions for me."
"Professor Dracula, Severus only wants to be a teacher. He won't volunteer to set questions for you." Dumbledore said, "I think you can refer to last year's questions and make a test paper based on what was taught this school year."
"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, and many students have done those real questions." Dumbledore shrugged, "This is not fair to other students who have not done them."
Dracula sighed and slammed his head heavily on the armrest of the sofa, causing a crack to appear on the pure gold armrest.
"No, I have to find another assistant! I can't do this without one!
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