Chapter 313 OWLs Results Prediction

Chapter 313 O.W.Ls Prediction

"Just a few words," Rita insisted. "Not much of an interview, Gilderoy. It won't take up too much of your time..."

Lockhart smiled and shook his finger. "No, Rita, that won't work. If all reporters want to 'talk' to Gilderoy Lockhart, think about what will happen."

He walked past her gracefully and continued to walk towards the hall, but Rita reached out and grabbed his forearm. The students surrounding Lockhart let out a surprised and suppressed low cry, and glared at Rita.

"What if I'm not a reporter, but just an avid reader of yours?" Rita said, staring at Lockhart confidently, "You will definitely not be reluctant to talk to your readers, Gilderoy? I heard that your new book is about to be released..."

Lockhart hesitated for a short moment, and then tried to pull his arm out of her grasp again, but Rita had taken advantage of his hesitation and firmly pulled him towards the door.

Rita said, "Tell me about your new book, Gilderoy. Before I became a reporter, I often wrote for the book review column. Why did you think of giving up your adventure series and coming to Hogwarts to teach?"

Anthony and Professor Bubbage watched Rita and Lockhart pass by.

Lockhart smiled at them with a look of helplessness and confidence: "Like I said... Oh, reputation... But don't worry, I'm very good at dealing with this kind of thing... Passionate readers..."

Rita took his arm and half-dragged him out of the hall. Several students wanted to follow, but Rita glanced at their expressions and refused firmly with a hypocritical and enthusiastic smile.

"It sounds like we don't need to disturb him." Professor Bubbage said with his arms around his chest.

"Professor Lockhart will be fine, right?" Anthony asked, watching Lockhart and Rita turn a corner and disappear.

Professor Burbage said, "In my opinion, it's okay to say a few words to enthusiastic readers. But Rita Skeeter..." She curled her lips and was interrupted by Professor McGonagall who came hurriedly before she finished speaking. "Have you seen Gilderoy?" Professor McGonagall asked. Anthony pointed outside the door: "What's wrong?" "Did you know that Miss Skeeter came to Hogwarts, Minerva?" Professor Burbage asked. "What? Oh, I know... I'm looking for Gilderoy. I need to remind him to give me the predicted grades of the fifth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts O.W.Ls as soon as possible."

"Yes, for career consultation." Anthony said knowingly, "I have sorted out the Muggle Studies and will give it to you this afternoon."

Professor McGonagall nodded: "No problem."

Professor Bubbage said: "Don't tell me you agreed to her application for admission, Minerva."

"If the Ministry of Magic first agrees to her application to "interview the senior investigator" and sends an owl requesting not to obstruct the public from "understanding the truth about Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said with a straight face, "the senior investigator happens to be very busy and can't even find time to go to Hogsmeade Village..."

"What is Mr. Fudge thinking?" Anthony said, somewhat confused. "Why is he so hostile to Hogwarts?"

Professor Burbage corrected him: "It's not hostility to Hogwarts, but hostility to Albus Dumbledore... not that there is a big difference between the two." She frowned thoughtfully, "But he is indeed tough and a little unlike himself."

"Maybe he had a nightmare." Professor McGonagall said, "Anyway, I need to find Gilderoy."

"Perhaps you can wait for a while." Anthony said, "Professor Lockhart is probably telling Miss Skeeter about his adventures."

"Skeeter?" Professor McGonagall looked between him and Professor Burbage with a serious face.

Anthony said, "Yes."

"And you didn't stop them, Caridi?" She took a deep breath, "Well, thank you, Henry. This means I need to go there as soon as possible."

She strode away.

"Should we have stopped them?" Anthony asked.

Professor Bubbage said calmly: "I'd like to see what kind of article that woman will write. Maybe she will help Gilderoy promote his hair care product line."

...

Whatever kind of article Rita will write, when Anthony found Professor McGonagall in the greenhouse, she obviously didn't care about it.

The early spring sunshine shone through the glass roof and sprinkled on the small open space surrounded by carnivorous plants. The vine climbed up the wall again, spreading its tender green, curled stems everywhere. Professor McGonagall and Professor Bubbage each leaned against a carnivorous plant, listening to Professor Flitwick's enthusiastic talk about the brilliance of the standard spell. Professor Sprout sat on an upside-down flowerpot and was persuading Snape to accept a piece of cake. Professor Sinistra put her hands on her stomach, leaned silently against a carnivorous plant, and looked indifferently at a bumpy vine that was about to hang down on her face.

"Good afternoon, Henry." Professor Bubbage straightened up and glanced at the person who came in, then leaned back into the carnivorous grass, "Afternoon tea?" Anthony smiled and nodded to his colleagues, moved a flower pot from the corner, and sat next to Professor Bubbage.

"I'd be happy to, Caredi - but I'm here to see you, Minerva." He handed over a stack of parchment in his hand. "When I discovered that there were almost no professors in the castle, I knew I should Where did I find you?"

Professor McGonagall flipped the page: "Great. Wait, Midgen...Ian Williams...Anne Scott...Henry, does this include the grade prediction for the entire fifth grade?"

"Shouldn't I give you the entire fifth grade?" Anthony asked in surprise.

Professor McGonagall said funnyly: "Of course not, I'm just the Head of Gryffindor." She flipped through it for a while, picked out a few forms, and handed the rest to Professor Flitwick, "Please ask yourself "Yes, Filius, Head of Ravenclaw."

"I didn't expect that I would receive an O.W.Ls score prediction form other than Transfiguration." Professor Flitwick said cheerfully, tapping on the parchment with his wand. Papers flew up with a clatter, and several of them floated in front of him. Professor Flitwick put them away and handed the remaining forms to Professor Sprout.

Professor Sprout said with a smile: "I didn't expect it either." She was busy cutting Anthony's cake, so she motioned to Snape to take the parchment.

"Isn't this necessary for employment counseling?" Anthony asked.

Snape reluctantly took it and glanced down: "These things based on imagination and speculation must have some earth-shattering value. I just regret that I did not see them... even just a little bit."

Anthony stood up and took the cake from Professor Sprout: "It doesn't matter, Professor Snape. There isn't a single Slytherin student in there." He put a small piece of cake into his mouth, took another sip of tea, and was satisfied. Say, "Great lemon cake, Pomona. Thank you."

Snape sneered disdainfully and handed the parchment to Professor Sprout who stretched out his hand towards him.

"Well... Theoretically, it is indeed necessary." Professor Sprout said, "But we all know that students' actual grades are often different from the professor's predictions..."

Professor Bubagi told Anthony: "I only sorted out the Gryffindor students last year, because only Minerva valued this set of rules."

Professor McGonagall took a sip of tea and was still looking through the pile of forms: "In fact, I have already suggested Albus to revise the rules. However, I still think this prediction is more or less helpful for employment counseling." She Looking up, "Did I mention that Charlie Weasley's original career goal was the Department of Mysteries?"

"what why?"

"He wanted to work with Arthur, and he thought the name 'Silent Man' sounded cool." Professor McGonagall said calmly, "I told him that although his performance in magic was acceptable, it was difficult to satisfy the mystery. The requirements of the Department of Mysteries. His History of Magic does not seem to be qualified, not to mention that he has not taken Ancient Runes at all. Instead of choosing the Department of Mysteries, he might as well aim for the Office of Beasts, or simply consider becoming Quidditch. Awesome professional athlete.”

Professor Sprout said: "Researcher Fire Dragon sounds like a mix of the two."

"He is very suitable to be a fire dragon researcher." Anthony agreed, but he was more concerned about another thing, "Why have I never seen a professor of ancient runes?"

Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick both laughed, and even Professor McGonagall had a smile on her face.

"We sometimes joke that Bathsheda is the silent one at Hogwarts," said Professor Sprout. "She's hard to see outside the classroom, and she doesn't give a damn about her office. No one can open the door, not even Albus. She sometimes travels or attends meetings, but you don't know how she leaves Hogwarts."

"I only met her once," Professor Boubaji said.

"I've seen it four times," said Professor Flitwick.

Professor Sprout turned his head: "Aurora, do you see her more often?"

Professor Sinistra stared at the ceiling and said slowly: "Five times... maybe."

Anthony asked with concern: "What's wrong with you, Professor Sinistra?"

Professor Sinistra sighed and said nothing.

"Minerva went to remind her about the O.W.Ls score prediction table." Professor Sprout said in a low voice.

"Two o'clock in the afternoon." Professor Sinistra complained and sat up. The carnivorous plant reluctantly let go of its leaves and rustled back. "Who wakes up at two o'clock in the afternoon?"

Professor Sprout poured her a cup of tea.

Professor McGonagall raised her eyes from her Muggle Studies predictions and asked, "Most people?" Then she turned to Anthony, "Did you give any predictions below an E, Henry?"

"I think I wrote two or three A's," Anthony recalled.

"Here, I see it," said Professor Sprout, "Mr. Ian Williams."

Ian was a very active student and quite smart most of the time, but most of his spare time seemed to be spent helping out at Honeydukes, so that by fifth grade, he still couldn't list more than three Muggles. Where electricity is used in daily life. After the telephone, television and telegraph, he wrote "Portal." After Anthony reminded him of lights and refrigerators, he misspelled the word "refrigerator."

"Oh, him." Professor McGonagall said, "I don't know if you have read the grade prediction chart I gave you, Pomona, but to be honest, I think it is very likely that Mr. Williams will not get the Transfiguration. The O.W.L certificate...maybe P, if he didn't suddenly forget something again."

Professor Flitwick put the empty plate with the cake back on the table: "He may be able to get a certificate for magic spells. Mr. Williams is very good at levitation spells, repair spells and summoning spells."

"Anyway, he can find a career that suits him without an O.W.Ls certificate." Professor Bubaji said, "He is the nephew of Honeyduke, right?"

"Yes." Professor Sprout said with a smile, "I often find that his papers smell like Honeydukes. But I'm not sure whether he wants to continue working at Honeydukes after graduation."

Professor Flitwick squeaked, "If a man is good at making sweets, he can't be too bad at potions, right, Severus?"

Snape thought about it and said, "I'd probably give him an A."

"That means E or even O," said Professor McGonagall. "Half the prediction tables you gave me are P's, Severus."

Snape said, "Oh, really? I didn't count. Only half?"

Professor McGonagall gave him an annoyed and amused look.

Snape said triumphantly: "Unless you want me to predict the mistakes they can make. In which case, it may indeed be beyond expectations (E) or beyond the ordinary (O)."

"Henry gave almost everyone an E or an O." Professor McGonagall complained with a stern face. "The grade predictions of both of you also lack reference value. Thank you."

Anthony clarified: "I took the time to write down these predictions carefully! I didn't just fill them in with my eyes closed."

Snape said dryly: "Me neither. You can't refuse to believe honest predictions, Minerva."

Professor McGonagall took a sip of tea, lowered her head again, and made no comment on their statement.

Professor Bubaji moved the flowerpot and sat next to Professor McGonagall, looking at the form that Anthony handed her with interest.

"Seona Sangster?" Professor Boubaji said, "I remember her, she was the student who told me that Muggles used electricity to light telephones and then use circuit powder to fly from one telephone to another. You predict she'll get an O, Henry?"

"Miss Sangster is always curious about the details of Muggle life, and often gets E's in class tests." Anthony laughed, "Besides, she swears by me."