Hogwarts time travel

As if feeling the low air pressure escaping from Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore hurriedly explained.

"That's right. I plan to update the systems of cultivating wizards in European countries."

"The original system is too wasteful. Many outstanding graduates can only go to the store to work as shop assistants and do some ordinary things after graduation. They can't make the best use of everything...the best use of people."

Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, "You mean..."

"We will promote a new system of competition among magic schools across Europe, combining the pros and cons of various grades into points, and urging students to make progress."

Professor McGonagall listened quietly, but no matter how she heard it, she felt that this was an oversized Hogwarts house sub-system.

"All schools in Europe use resources together. The schools with the highest total points can get more resource tilts, and the students with high individual points can get more resource tilts to maximize the talents and potential of students. .”

"Even if the ranking is not high, as long as there is talent in a certain subject, we will guide him to the corresponding industry and ensure that they give full play to their talents."

"For students with low grades and no talent, we will guide them to grassroots industries, end their study career early, and enter society early."

"That's impossible!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed.

Although she didn't like students who violated the school rules or even failed to study, she liked these energetic students very much in her heart, which was why she had endured the oppression of Dumbledore's work for decades.

And once this system comes true, all students will fall into the quagmire of competition. Although it can greatly improve the enthusiasm of students, students will also become slaves to points, studying crazily in order not to let themselves fall behind. Are you healthy in your student days?

Indeed, this can maximize the allocation of school resources and prevent the duplication of educational resources, but education is nothing more than learning from past mistakes to avoid future ones, and saving lives by curing illnesses. How can we use cold points to judge the future of students?

In that way, wouldn't it be too unfair to those students who are not good enough?

After all, anyone can be the Minister of Magic, which is the sentiment spread by democratic society, it may not be true, but people have to say so.

"Albus, this is not your style all the time, did someone say something?" Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore worriedly.

"Actually, this is my idea." Dumbledore looked at Hermione on the stage with a smile, "It doesn't matter if our system is used in peacetime, but in times of crisis, all resources should be used for what they should be used place."

"Is it because you are under too much pressure?" Professor McGonagall was surprised by Dumbledore's words, but at the same time he could understand Dumbledore. After all, Voldemort's resurrection and Grindelwald's escape from prison, two generations of Dark Lords wandering around, let Dumbledore's A change in thinking is inevitable.

"Uh, probably." Dumbledore couldn't explain it to Professor McGonagall, he couldn't say: I let Voldemort go, and sent someone to save Grindelwald, right?

Then Professor McGonagall will definitely send Dumbledore to the doctor.

Hermione on the stage had already finished teaching at this time, and began to let everyone in the audience practice in groups of two.

She walked down the stage and helped everyone practice the spell.

Dumbledore pointed to Hermione, and said to Professor McGonagall: "I can't expect all students to be like Hermione, but I can't let them graduate without being able to release the Iron Armor Curse, right?"

Professor McGonagall thought for a while, but still didn't understand, but didn't say much.

Hermione walked up to Harry and watched Harry and Neville practice.

Originally, as Hermione's student, Neville would not be nervous, but recently Hermione's majesty has become more and more serious, and she is teaching them to learn magic. Neville has long regarded her as a teacher deep in his heart.

This was not good, Neville instantly became nervous, the spell in his hand drew a half-moon trajectory, and cut out a white sharp blade.

Harry didn't take the practice with Neville seriously, and he didn't pay much attention to Neville. He just came back to his senses, and the white sharp blade was already in front of his eyes.

"Tear--"

With no time left, Harry rolled around like a lazy donkey, dodged the spell, and avoided the tragedy of being torn to pieces by his classmates.

But his robe was also scratched, but fortunately, he was still alive and uninjured.

"Harry!" Neville exclaimed, dropped his wand, ran up to help Harry, and checked his injuries up and down.

Hermione picked up Neville's wand with a strange expression. She had been watching the two of them just now. Even without her own help, Harry could avoid the spell. What she was curious about was that the spell she taught just now was a For melee spells, the greater the strength, the greater the damage of the spell, but I have never seen the level of strength that is so strong that it can throw out all the spells.

Dumbledore pointed at Neville enthusiastically, "He is suitable to be a warrior, not a wizard."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore angrily, thinking about what words to refute the headmaster's crazy idea.

Hermione walked up to Harry, returned the wand to Neville, and when she reached out to help Harry, she suddenly frowned.

"You scared me to death, Neville." Harry said with lingering fear, looking at Hermione, "Thanks."

"It's nothing, Dumbledore said to let you go to the office tonight," Hermione said.

"Really? Okay." Harry nodded eagerly, thinking it had something to do with Sirius.

In the evening, Harry arrived at the principal's office on time, opened the door, and there were three people sitting behind the desk.

Hermione on the left, Dumbledore in the middle, and a stern-faced little girl on the right.

little girl?

Could it be Dumbledore's granddaughter?

Guessing in his heart, Harry sat down in front of the three, "Mr. Dumbledore."

"Harry," Dumbledore nodded with a smile, looking at Hermione.

"You really noticed it?"

"Definitely," said Hermione.

"Okay." Dumbledore looked at Harry, "Not coming out yet?"

"What?" Harry was a little puzzled, but suddenly felt drowsy, and closed his eyes unconsciously.

In the next second, his eyes opened again, but his temperament changed completely.

Harry said slowly, "If this classmate hadn't found out, I would have been able to hide for a long time."

"Yes, Tom, it's a pity that there is no chance. You possessed Harry without authorization and broke your oath."

"Just one thing I'm curious about, why didn't you suffer backlash?" Dumbledore asked.

"Do you think I am willing?" Harry, no, it was Voldemort who was a little helpless, and narrated what happened some time ago.

It turned out that Voldemort was not completely killed, but took out his soul core through the Death Curse during his dying counterattack, and achieved resurrection through the Horcrux left on Harry.

As for the Horcrux on Harry, Voldemort only knew about it when his soul left his body. If it wasn't for that, Voldemort would have chosen a human to possess him long ago. Why would he go to a place like Hogwarts?