HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

She gritted her teeth and came to Professor Snape, and said quietly and quickly in his eyes that almost froze to death: "Professor Snape, Till hasn't come to class. She won't be late. I'm worried." Has something happened to her? Can I..."

Mgina's voice became quieter and quieter, until later she wasn't sure whether Professor Snape heard her clearly. But she couldn't control it, Professor Snape was too scary! She almost cried!

"Go back and sit down." Professor Snape lowered his head and continued to grade the third-year potions paper, not bothering to look at Mgina again.

"Professor!" Mgina was really worried about Till, and she dared to fight for it with Professor Snape.

"Principal Dumbledore has something to do with her." Professor Snape explained impatiently, but still did not raise his head. "Now, shut up and go back and sit down, if you don't want to deduct points for your college."

Mgina felt relieved, closed her mouth, and sat on her seat and breathed a sigh of relief. She was also not curious about what would happen if Professor Dumbledore came to Till. She knew that it would be fine if something happened to Till.

Till, who was particularly worried by Mgina, felt particularly at ease at the moment. She had heard that Professor Dumbledore was particularly fond of sweets, but she did not expect that his preference for sweetness was very similar to hers.

The strawberry cake drizzled with honey was sweet and sour, and it was dotted with strawberry pieces and a few large strawberries. Till cut out a small piece with a fork and put it in her mouth. She felt that this cake was so sweet that it was so sweet in her heart.

Professor Dumbledore also poured a special drink for Teal, which looked like honey water and tasted sweet to Teal's liking.

Professor Dumbledore was very happy because Tire's taste was similar to Professor Dumbledore's. He dug out a lot of his favorite snacks from the cabinet in his office - all of them were sweet and unbearable for ordinary people, but for Thiel Just right for Professor Er and Dumbledore.

"You know, Thiel, there are very few people who appreciate their deliciousness as well as you and I." Having the same hobbies always makes people feel particularly close to each other. Professor Dumbledore had begun calling Teal by his nickname.

Professor Dumbledore and Teal were sitting across from each other. Seeing that Teal was almost done eating, he put the pieces of parchment he had shown Professor Snape last night in front of Teal: "This is what I want to talk to you about." Yes, you can take a look first."

Till took it in confusion. After seeing what was on it, he felt unbelievable. He suddenly looked up at Professor Dumbledore, trying to find the meaning of joking on his face, but whether it was his smile or his eyes, They are all extremely serious.

"This... can I really participate? Will it be unfair to other students?" Till pursed his lips, put down the parchment, and unconsciously tapped the folds of the wizard's robe with his index finger.

Professor Dumbledore did not lose his usual gentleness and approachability when talking about business. He nodded seriously to Till: "Of course it is true. Your Professors Flitwick and Sprout both agree that you do not need to participate. In the group class, Professor Snape also thinks that your potions talent is far beyond that of your peers."

"Extraordinary people naturally have to be treated in an unusual way." Professor Dumbledore and Thiel looked at each other with their silver-white eyes. "Tiel, your father said that you are a diligent and studious child. You and I Several professors also think so, so we need to use your diligence and studiousness in a more appropriate place."

Teal glanced at the parchment again. There was a detailed time schedule on it. Almost in the evenings of the next few days, she could accept the assessment of each professor. Once the assessment passed, it was determined that she had mastered all the knowledge of the first grade. point, she can make her own arrangements for the rest of first grade.

Learn what she wants to learn and do what she wants to do instead of wasting time step by step.

This arrangement naturally makes Thiel excited. She has now obtained a study room, where there is a systematic "teacher" for one-on-one guidance, and outsiders can ask several professors at any time. Thiel believes that for her, self-taught Efficiency is the highest.

But, if she really passes and she really starts to study "alone" like a standout from the crowd, won't other students have any objections? There is no need to attend all classes. This is very different from not attending one or two classes.

The latter will make people envious, but the former will make people jealous and suspicious.

Thiel, who was only eleven years old, thought carefully like a little adult. In the end, his little face wrinkled up, and his entanglements and worries were almost written on his face.

Professor Dumbledore endured it, but still couldn't hold it back. He covered his beard and smiled: "Little Teal, don't think so much, you are not an unprecedented exception, and I will not really go out of my way just because of your intelligence. Arrange these.”

Professor Dumbledore stood up, took out a small booklet with only a few sheets of paper from the cabinet, and handed it to Till: "In fact, since the beginning of Hogwarts, outstanding students have been exempted from the rule as an exception. There are regulations on coursework, but this regulation requires students to have no weaknesses in every subject, so there are very few students who get exceptions, and gradually no one knows about it."

"If you also succeed, you will be..." Professor Dumbledore shook his beard, "The second one!"

"Sorry, but I'm really curious, who is the first one?" Teal flipped through the booklet and saw that it was just a clear introduction to this regulation, just to let people understand that it exists formally.

Faced with Till's curiosity, Professor Dumbledore also felt helpless: "Well... I also want to say sorry to you, because the first one was a wizard during the four founders, and now I am only a wizard from the past principals. I looked through it countless times before I found a record of him in the corner, but it was just a name."

"Sumurri Aeglis." Professor Dumbledore spit out a name seriously. "Other than that, there is no way to know his date of birth, identity, or even which college he was assigned to."

"Oh." Till nodded disappointedly, but then he cheered up and said to Professor Dumbledore, "Since it's not a special case, then I think I'm willing to take part in the test."

The predecessors planted the tree and the next one enjoys the shade. Now that there is already a senior wizard standing in front of him, no matter how envious and jealous the people who want to come to the school are, they dare not say anything to Tier openly. After all, it is the school's rule.

If they were really jealous, Professor Dumbledore wouldn't mind arranging a few more tests.

Professor Dumbledore narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, reached for the booklet, put it back carefully, then made a copy of the parchment using "Copy Double" and gave it to Teal.

"You can go back and prepare first. The tests on History of Magic, Herbology and Astronomy will officially start tomorrow night." Professor Dumbledore adjusted his glasses. "Severus' confinement will be stopped first. I will tell him of."

Since the test had to be taken up in the evening, it was natural that the confinement that Till was punished by Professor Snape could not be carried out. Till thought for a while, raised his head and smiled: "Principal, I'd better go and talk to Professor Snape. After all, I made a mistake by forgetting the textbook. I will continue the confinement after the test is over."

Professor Dumbledore lowered his head and met Till's clear silver-white eyes again. His blue eyes instantly became gentler: "Go ahead, good boy. I wish you good luck with the test."

"Ok!"

Till left holding her textbooks, parchment and the extra sweets given by Professor Dumbledore. After she left, Fawkes, who had been combing his hair on the shelf, raised his head and chirped a few times. The birds chirped sharply and happily. Dumbledore Professor Lido raised his hand and touched the back of its neck.