Chapter 533 Rice: I Want to Focus on Correcting the Atmosphere in the Academy

Daphne's thoughtless behavior almost made Les unable to do anything.

However, Les quickly adjusted himself and strengthened his belief. Daphne also realized that she seemed to have done something wrong, and quickly smiled and restored the fork to its original state, and then pouted the fork again under Astoria's contemptuous eyes.

This time, under Daphne's strength control, the fork was not bent.

Daphne shouted in a surprised tone: "Wow! The four forks could not be bent, this is the power of unity!"

Les was silent.

To be honest, Daphne still understood the spirit that the fable wanted to convey very well, which was this form of expression...

It always gives people a feeling that the head was kicked by a hippogriff.

The child was obviously very smart when he was young, why did he become like this when he grew up? How did Henry's family education work?

Hmm?

Les suddenly realized that Daphne seemed to spend more time with him, and the next terrifying thought came to Les' mind: It can't be my problem?

But after taking a look at Astoria standing aside with a well-behaved look, Les felt that it should not be his problem.

It is possible that he had been with Godric for too long before, and was infected with the "Godric Plague", and then this symptom was transmitted to Daphne, just like the pollution of the underworld to Rowena.

Les felt that the problem was either with the ancestors of the Greengrass family or with Godric himself, anyway, it had little to do with him.

"Very good, now it's time to get on the train." Les took back the fork from Daphne, and then led the two of them to board the Hogwarts Express.

After getting on the train, he walked towards the prefect's exclusive compartment quite familiarly.

With the previous rehearsal, Les knew very well what he should do.

After entering the exclusive compartment, Les found a comfortable and pleasing seat to sit down, and then quietly waited for the prefects to arrive.

Unlike ordinary student compartments, the prefect's compartment is a bit like the first-class seats on Muggle trains. The seats are sofas that look very comfortable, the distance between the seats is larger, and there is also a separate small table.

Each college has three male and female prefects, and the four colleges plus the student union president have a maximum of 26 people, so the prefect's exclusive box occupies a large area, almost ten times the size of an ordinary box - but there should be a traceless extension spell here, because it can't be seen from the outside that this box is so big.

Rice even found a snack cabinet in the corner of the box, which was full of snacks and desserts sold on the cart. There is also a cabinet dedicated to beverages next to the snack cabinet.

"You know how to enjoy it." Rice took out a pot of iced pumpkin juice from the cabinet, and then frowned again: There is no ice cream here, which is a pity.

At this time, a box with an attractive vanilla scent was held in front of Rice.

Rice turned his head and found that Astoria was holding a box with a wisp of white steam.

"I made it myself, it's vanilla flavored ice cream." Astoria had a faint smile on her face.

"Well done!" Les gave her a thumbs up, took the ice cream and tasted it. It was smooth, with a strong milk and vanilla flavor. It was a top-notch ice cream.

That's right, this is the student I taught!

Les' mood became very good.

A box of homemade ice cream was soon finished, and the prefects came to the prefects' compartment one after another.

Les noticed that due to his absence last year, the male prefect of Slytherin College's sixth year and Daphne's class was Draco Malfoy.

As soon as he entered the compartment, Malfoy saw Les and an unnatural look appeared on his face, but he still walked in and found a corner in the compartment and sat down.

After the prefects arrived, Les winked at Hermione, indicating that she should say something.

Hermione nodded slightly, then walked to the middle of the compartment and began to tell the prefects about their responsibilities and obligations. After speaking, she glanced at Les, wondering if he had anything to add.

"President Granger said it very well, just follow his instructions. But I want to emphasize one thing, the prefects represent the school's trust in you," Rice narrowed his eyes slightly, "I hope you will not live up to this trust and do not abuse the privileges in your hands."

Rice's voice was very light, but none of the prefects in the carriage dared to ignore it. Malfoy's face froze: he knew that Rice was pointing at him!

Unlike the student presidents of previous years, this one is really good at fighting, and his record can be checked. Prefects who have not comprehended the domain don't even have the qualifications to speak loudly to him.

Coincidentally, there are only two prefects with domains now, and both of them are his students.

Even more coincidentally, the last student president with such prestige was also a student of Slytherin College, his name is Tom Riddle.

After warning the prefects in the carriage, Rice waved his hand, indicating that everyone could leave-Hermione had assigned the work in an orderly manner, and he didn't need to do any extra operations.

Hermione, Daphne, and Astoria were not in a hurry to leave.

When the other prefects went out to work, they came over and asked Les what happened last year.

Les had mentioned a little about last year to Daphne, but he didn't tell her systematically. He happened to have some free time at the moment, so he shared his previous experience with the three of them.

"So you went to one, one--"

"A world line where fate has changed a little." Les found the right words to describe Hermione.

"This is so cool!" Daphne waved her fist.

Astoria was still in shock: If it weren't for Les, she would probably still be fighting the disease until now, right?

"That's right, I wanted to be sorted into Gryffindor at first," Hermione said quickly: "At that time, I only knew that Gryffindor was the best college, Slytherin - it wasn't until Les and I introduced the four colleges in detail that I realized that my previous view was wrong."

Les nodded, proving that Hermione was right.

But there was one detail that Les couldn't let go of: After saying that Gryffindor was the best, did you mean to say that Slytherin was the worst?

It was difficult for him to refute this point, because the mark left by Voldemort on this college was too bad. The college was full of the descendants of Death Eaters, and the remnants of the pure-blood supremacist ideology had been poisoning the students of this college.

For the eleven-year-old Hermione Granger, Slytherin was indeed the worst place to go.

"If it weren't for Les, I would have really gone to Gryffindor College, because the Sorting Hat respected my choice at that time." Hermione said that the content in that world line was quite real.

Several people gathered together and continued to talk about the interesting things that happened in another world line.

When they heard Les say that he killed Fudge, conquered Azkaban and beat up the Ministry of Magic, the three people's reactions were also different.

Hermione: Les, you seem to be a bit too extreme.

Daphne: This battle sounds so cool!

Astoria didn't say anything, but she understood that what Les did here was not inferior to what he did in the other world. It's just that his methods here are softer.

After a while, Daphne and Astoria also went out to patrol the train.

Hermione looked at Les with a weird look.

"Aren't you going to patrol? After all-"

"This is the job of the prefects, and we are the president of the student union." Les would never do these things! He has decided to throw all the work to Hermione and other prefects.

He should focus on correcting the atmosphere of the college!

Hermione opened her mouth, wanting to say something but stopping.

She felt as if something was wrong, but couldn't put it into words.

Shouldn't the student union president work harder and set an example for all the teachers and students in the school?

However, Rice blocked Hermione's words with one sentence.

"I want to correct the bad atmosphere in Slytherin College. Compared with this, patrols and the like are all chores."

Hermione nodded from the bottom of her heart, thinking that Rice was right.

To be honest, Slytherin College has become a "harm" to Hogwarts, and it really needs someone to take care of it.

Under normal circumstances, the dean of the college should take on this responsibility, but Professor Snape is a normal person?

Just when Hermione wanted to ask Rice how he was going to correct the atmosphere of the college, the door of the carriage was pushed open.

Daphne and Astoria walked in excitedly and told Hermione that they met someone in the compartment at the end of the train, a person who would definitely bring surprises to everyone.

"Who?"

"Diggory! He's back! He said he became Professor White's graduate student."

Hermione stood up from her seat. She thought that after Cedric graduated, they would never have the chance to meet again, but she didn't expect that he would return as a graduate student!

I should have thought of it earlier. How could Cedric not be admitted to the three types of graduate students that were exposed?

But Cedric kept the news secret and didn't say a word to his friends.

Les also followed the three little witches out of the prefect's box. He also planned to meet Cedric and congratulate him on becoming Helga's graduate student.

But it's fine to read "graduate student" and write "labor force".

Les knew what Helga was up to when he saw the major she opened. She wanted to take the opportunity to find a group of cheap labor to help her complete the puppet order.

A pure unscrupulous mentor. Tiankeng, be careful!

Following Hermione and the other two, Les came to the end of the train.

After pushing the door open, Les found that there were other people in the carriage besides Cedric, who seemed to be a little girl named Qiu Zhang from Ravenclaw College.

Les didn't have much impression of her, but he remembered that she was the team's seeker and Daphne had lent her her Firebolt.

Seeing so many people coming in at once, Qiu Zhang's cheeks turned red. She stood up, lowered her head and walked out of the carriage quickly.

Cedric smiled helplessly, and then greeted his good friends.

After chatting for a few words, Cedric turned to Les and said that he had something to give him.

Les:?

Are I familiar with Cedric? Why is there a souvenir? Hmm——? !

Les suddenly had a bad premonition.

His premonition was fulfilled. Cedric took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Les.

"The teacher asked me to hand this to you personally." Cedric said, with a flash of confusion in his eyes.

He didn't understand why the teacher didn't use an owl to send a letter to Les. If it was for security and confidentiality reasons, the letter was sent to his home via owl!

Although he was somewhat confused, since this was the teacher's order, Cedric followed it without any error.

With a serious face, Les opened the letter that Helgato Cedric handed to him.

As expected, Helga said in the letter that she decided to make an exception and admit Les Lint as her graduate student.

Les's face turned blue.

"Congratulations, Les!" After reading the content of the letter, Cedric couldn't help but feel happy for Les from the bottom of his heart.

You can't just go to the teacher's graduate school if you want to.

The technology of automatic combat doll manufacturing makes money as fast as printing money in today's world. If this quota can be sold, there are wizards outside who are willing to pay 10,000 gold galleons to buy this quota.

"If it is destined, then accept it with pleasure." Les sighed and put the letter away.

He already had a way to deal with it.

After chatting for a while, the sky outside gradually darkened, and the train was getting closer and closer to Hogwarts.

There were no accidents along the way. Now this train is fully qualified to compete for the safest place in the world.

When the train arrived, Rice got off the train in the crowd. Hagrid gathered the first-year students on the platform as usual.

After casting a lighting spell to help Hagrid share the pressure, Rice and Daphne went to the open space near the station and took the Thestrals to Hogwarts.

However, compared with the carriage, Rice actually preferred to take a boat to Hogwarts, which could bring back his memories of the past.

With the sound of the carriage wheels, Rice fell into deep thought: Why did he feel that his old friends seemed to be working together to "deal" with him? Was this his illusion?

Rice thought he should observe it again.

The process of the opening ceremony was the same as usual, but this year's sorting hat was particularly clean, and even the patches on it had been repaired, and it looked almost like a brand new hat.

It seemed that because Godric was standing behind him and watching him, the singing of the sorting hat was also louder than before, and the length of the Gryffindor College was significantly longer.

Most of the young wizards in the audience did not focus on the Sorting Hat and its song, but on this year's new headmaster: Godric Gryffindor.

Who would have thought that Dumbledore's successor would be this person? Or, who would have thought that fate would play such a joke on everyone that the founder of the school could become the headmaster a thousand years later? !

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