After Slughorn finished going over the exam papers for both grades and had the prefects take their students back, there were fewer than twenty minutes left before curfew.
"As people get older, their energy levels start to decline if they move around too much."
Slughorn didn't rush back to his office; instead, he plopped down in a chair on the professors' bench in the auditorium.
Including tonight's tutoring session, he attended four long classes today.
For an old man of Dumbledore's generation, the energy and physical strength required were indeed considerable.
"I didn't expect so many people to come," Argus said in a deep voice.
"And judging from the situation, I estimate that even more people will come in a while."
"It's possible that all the fifth- and seventh-year students from all four houses will come."
"That is indeed a problem," Slughorn said, having also considered this.
Judging from today's lesson, Argus's method was very effective.
Specialized training for the wizarding exams could indeed improve scores in a short period of time.
The effects might not be immediately apparent in a day or two, but they would become noticeable in less than a week. Once the effects were truly visible, the number of participants would definitely increase significantly.
At that point, let alone a small Great Hall, it was estimated that there wouldn't be many suitable classrooms in the entire Hogwarts.
After a moment's thought, Argus said, "I think we can further subdivide the students by grade level."
"I noticed a problem when you were explaining the test paper today."
"What's the problem?"
"Fifth- and seventh-years can't work on it at the same time, which wastes a lot of time," Argus analyzed.
"For seventh-years, the fifth-year O.W.L. exams are too easy, and there's no need to listen to them at all."
"Similarly, for fifth-year students, the problems explained in seventh year are too difficult, and they simply cannot understand them."
"You mean, separate these two grades? Put them in two classrooms?" Slughorn reacted quickly, vaguely guessing what Argus was thinking.
"Instead of doing that, it would be better to separate the fifth- and seventh-years and have each grade take turns for one day."
"I observed you while you were lecturing."
"Most of the questions don't need to be covered. We can focus on explaining some key types of questions that have more errors. After that, we can give them the remaining time to review on their own and communicate with them promptly if they have any questions."
"In this way, you won't have to compress the time so much, and you can explain in more detail, so the teaching pressure won't be so great."
Argus's suggestion made Slughorn think deeply.
It must be said that he had a deep affection for Hogwarts and was quite responsible toward his students.
After thinking for a moment, he asked, "We're relieved, but don't they also have less time to review and study?"
"What we demand is efficiency, not just time."
"Moreover, all things considered, their study time has not decreased, but rather become more focused."
"On the contrary, it helps them concentrate on their studies."
Argus wasn't just trying to improve the learning efficiency for fifth- and seventh-years; he was also thinking about his own future.
Today alone had almost worn Slughorn out.
This would get out of hand if it went on for too long!
If he got sick from overwork, where else could he find such a thoughtful talisman?
Moreover, Argus had a vague feeling that Slughorn would be of great use in the near future!
Whether it was his own abilities or the family and students behind him, if used well, they would be a powerful asset.
Slughorn took Argus's advice very seriously.
After all, Argus had already proven to him that his method was indeed effective.
"Go ahead and communicate with the class leaders tomorrow, just like you suggested."
"I'll be in charge of seventh-years on Mondays and Wednesdays, and fifth-years on Tuesdays and Thursdays."
Slughorn didn't dare to fill the entire week, leaving himself Friday off for rest, except for the weekend.
However, for someone who loved to enjoy life, this was already a great sacrifice.
"Come on, come back to the office with me."
"If I'm not mistaken, the late-night snack is already on my office desk."
Slughorn brought his house-elves with him, and their culinary skills were far superior to those of the house-elves in the Hogwarts kitchens.
Argus had only found out about it after he had eaten some snacks there last time.
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After chatting with Slughorn for a long time in the office, by the time Argus was ready to return to his dormitory, the curfew had been in effect for quite some time.
Slughorn kindly asked if he wanted his house-elf to take him back, but Argus politely declined.
As Argus left, Slughorn kept giving him instructions.
If Filch caught him, just say he had gone to Slughorn to discuss tutoring, and tell Filch to come to Slughorn if he needed anything.
After returning to his dormitory, Argus, who was originally exhausted, felt less sleepy for some reason.
After lying in bed for a while and finding that he couldn't fall asleep, he propped the pillow up against the headboard.
He took out Dumbledore's notes and started reading them again.
Argus had hoped to use the notes to fall asleep quickly, but the more he looked at them, the more awake he became.
Before he knew it, it was late at night.
When the clock struck twelve in the lounge, Argus found that it was completely silent outside.
"System, check the remaining achievement points."
[Current remaining achievement points: 400]
"Forget about the four hundred; no rush to spend them."
Argus opened the system and suddenly discovered that his Transfiguration ability had quietly advanced to level six.
He looked at his palm with a look of surprise, then at Dumbledore's notebook beside him.
"Level six Transfiguration should be enough to learn Animagus!"
Argus was still hesitant about becoming an Animagus.
It took a lot of time, was extremely dangerous, and didn't significantly improve combat effectiveness.
They were mostly used for hiding and concealment.
For Argus, risking his life and wasting a lot of time for a spell that couldn't improve his combat power was clearly not worthwhile.
"I'll go to the library to look up some information tomorrow morning."
"I'll think about whether I want to learn it again."
With his thoughts on Animagus lingering in his mind, Argus fell into a deep sleep.
Until the next morning.
After a long period of silence, Fudge and the Ministry of Magic had finally bared their fangs!
Argus had told Alan Mitchell to imply that Fudge should fabricate evidence, after several days of careful preparation.
Now was the time to strike!
The Ministry of Magic knew that Dumbledore was busy searching for a cure for Harry and Ron and had no time to attend to anything else.
Let's take this opportunity and get started!
Rita Skeeter fired the first shot once again!
The Daily Prophet pointed out that the basilisk had a large number of wounds that did not match Dumbledore's description.
They also produced a lot of "exclusive evidence" to prove that Dumbledore had not made the matter public.
Meanwhile, Alan Mitchell led a large group of Aurors back into Hogwarts.
The objective was clear: to target the principal's office!
This scene, witnessed by Argus, brought a mocking sneer to his face.
At this point, whether or not Dumbledore was found was no longer important.
Importantly, Dumbledore was no longer an unattainable myth!
The Ministry of Magic had officially torn down the golden image that Dumbledore had created for himself!
A god who was high above all others, once he showed his health bar...
So... was he still a god?
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