Chapter 609
: Cheers, Ravenclaw!
Chapter 609: Cheers, Ravenclaw!
Vader unconsciously leaned back, and the legs of his chair lifted up.
Antoine's enthusiasm for publishing a book was like a raging fire, but Wade always felt that he exaggerated and described the significance of the book too optimistically.
When Wade was in college, he had attended some courses on educational teaching theory in order to help a friend. He knew very well that compared with the self-contained wizarding world, the educational methods in the Muggle society had long been flourishing, but the names of the educators who proposed various methods and theories were often just prefixes of a certain teaching theory.
It’s like the Feynman learning method. Even though its knowledge retention rate can reach over 90 percent, because it is time-consuming and troublesome, people are too lazy to learn it even if they know it.
But he didn't say what he was thinking, he just said, "Thank you, Antoine... Is there anything I can do for you if you want to publish the book?"
Antoine's eyes lit up, but he said with a tut-tut: "You can't be too proactive in this matter, Wade, otherwise a bunch of old guys will think you are too frivolous."
"I will write in the preface of the book that this is a spontaneous action organized by the students you helped - of course, the final product will definitely need your inspection and polishing."
As he spoke, he pulled out a small notebook from his pocket and made a few notes on it.
Antoine was sitting on the desk. Through his fingers, Wade could see the following words on the page that was turned over: [Teaching record of the third spell study session... It can be concluded that... the problem encountered during the study is...]
The handwriting was a bit messy, obviously written by Antoine when he had time.
"Is it okay?" Wade sighed, "You are a professor at Salem School, and you help Hogwarts students publish a book? And you don't even sign your name?"
Antoine waved his hand and said, "I am not Professor Antoine of Salem now, I am a student of the Spell Research Society A..."
He blinked and smiled, "Thanks to the Book of Friends, I was able to reach an agreement with those kids smoothly without having to meet them or reveal their real names."
Vader: "...But how do you have their contact information?"
"The group chat of the Charms Study Group! How come you don't have it? We chat enthusiastically every day!"
Antoine was even more surprised than him. Seeing that Wade's expression was slightly frozen, he immediately laughed:
"Hahahahaha... maybe they didn't give you a friend's book because they didn't want to disturb you? After all, you already teach for free twice a week. It's really not appropriate to ask for advice during your break time."
Wade was depressed for a moment, then started laughing too.
Indeed, even if he joins this kind of group chat, he will think it is a waste of his time. Most of the time, he will be idle like other groups, occasionally taking a glance but rarely speaking.
"Anyway, leave this matter to me. I'll show it to you once the first draft is finished."
Antoine said excitedly, and then added: "By the way, don't eliminate Hope in the second event!"
"After all, there is only one contestant left in Salem. If she is eliminated early, I am afraid that Ms. Owens will take everyone in Salem back home on a plane overnight, and then I will not be able to stay here openly."
"The second event is very troublesome. I didn't plan to continue screening the opponents." Weider said, "But what if she can't pass the competition herself?"
"Then let it be." Antoine said bluntly, "I can't let you be her nanny."
"That's good."
Wade turned his gaze to the window. The last ray of sunset stretched the shadows of several people on the grass.
Looking down from above, it seemed as if there were a few more black giants in the school.
"Speaking of which—" After a moment of silence, Wade asked softly, "Mr. Grindelwald, what do you think of this game?"
"Hmm?" Antoine was pondering over the contents recorded in the little notebook. He was stunned for a moment after hearing the words, then he came to his senses and smiled mysteriously.
"He said you were like a young Thunderbird—" Antoine said in a long tone, and as Wade turned his gaze, he smiled and said, "The first time you flapped your wings, you created a storm."
Wade's heart was slightly touched. He pursed his lips and did not speak immediately.
Antoine leaned over and patted his shoulder again.
"Mr. Grindelwald also told me to tell you to walk your own path and not to look back at the shadows behind you."
When Vader was silent, he smiled again: "Of course...if you care, you know you can contact him directly, right?"
After saying this, without waiting for Wade to answer, he jumped off the desk and straightened Wade's chair.
"Well, hurry back to the academy. Your classmates must be waiting for you to celebrate!" Antoine said, "I want to ask dear Angelina if she wants to be the second author. We have had a good chat recently."
……
Wade walked alone on the spiral staircase. As he passed by, the portraits on the walls on both sides looked at him, whispered to each other, and some even waved and smiled.
It seemed that the details of the first event competition had already spread among the portraits. Griffiths even chased him for a while, chattering about Vader's competition and showing off his feats of hunting dragons in his youth.
"I also froze a black dragon when I was in Romania, but later its mate came and burned my favorite robe!"
"Did I ever tell you about the time I trapped a group of Ukrainian ironbelly? I was supposed to be collecting rock gorgons that day, but I was surrounded by five fire dragons..."
Suddenly, an exceptionally loud voice sounded from another portrait: "I heard someone was talking about dragon hunting?"
Griffiths paused for a moment: "Oh...bad luck!"
A short and fat knight in armor, riding a fat pony, clanked into the portrait where Griffiths was.
The original owner of the portrait was pushed into a corner, and was so angry that he was fuming, but unfortunately no one paid any attention to him.
The knight shouted, "Hey! What are you doing against those docile domestic dragons? I once rode this old fellow and risked my life to defeat the Wye Wyvern!"
"The beast wanted to eat us all, but Sir Cadogan bravely pierced its tongue with a broken wand! Do you know how I then set it on fire? This is a feat that cannot be replicated..."
While Griffiths was being entangled by Sir Cadogan, Wade quickened his pace, walked through the spiral staircase and into the Ravenclaw common room.
The door knocker asked softly: "Born on the battlefield, decorated with joy; those who get me are crazy, and those who lose me are lost - who am I?"
Vader smiled and replied, "Victory."
"correct."
The door opened.
In an instant, brilliant blue light poured out, gorgeous fireworks burst from the tip of the wand, the long table was piled with sumptuous food, countless smiling faces greeted Wade, and the heat blurred his vision.
"Raise your glass—"
Penelope stood on a stool, holding up a glass of wine, her face flushed with excitement: "To celebrate today's victory - to Weed Grey!"
(End of this chapter)