bacchusnovels Chapter 594 Sean's Day
Chapter 594 Sean's Day
Chapter 590 Sean's Day
As usual, Sean had two classes in the morning.
One class is for third graders, and the other is for fifth graders.
In his third-grade class, he explained some typical Muggle tools, such as telephones, televisions, and computers.
The students listened with awe and wonder. Some were surprised that images from other places could be seen on the television, while others were curious about how computers could run such complex programs without magic.
While drawing diagrams, Sean tried his best to explain the nature of microprocessors and wireless signals in simple language, giving students a basic understanding of the charm and limits of Muggle technology.
When he started teaching fifth grade, he changed his teaching style.
To ease the anxiety of the young wizards who were about to face the 0.W.Ls exam, Sean decided to guide them to look at problems from a different perspective through comparison.
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He described the education systems for Muggle students in several East Asian countries.
"In some East Asian countries, fifteen- or sixteen-year-old children have to get up at 5:30 every morning, walk into the classroom in the dark, still wearing their school uniforms. They first study on their own, then have a series of classes that don't end until 10 p.m.."
"After school on weekends, instead of going home, I go to tutoring classes."
The classroom fell silent for a moment, and a student gasped softly.
They had no idea what Muggle students of the same age were going through.
Many young wizards didn't take it seriously.
They believed that Sean was exaggerating or making up stories to comfort them.
"For them, exams are not just a test of learning outcomes, but a threshold that determines their future fate."
"There's an exam called the National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao)," which is their most important nationwide standardized test, equivalent to your NEWTs, but with much more pressure.
"Millions of students across the country compete for a very limited number of places in top universities, and many people start making life plans around this goal as early as the third grade of elementary school."
He paused, then added.
"Parents, teachers, schools, society—almost everyone is putting pressure on us."
"They weren't learning magic; they were memorizing massive amounts of data, formulas, grammar rules, and historical events—the exams were like a mountain, suffocating them. There were countless examples of mental breakdowns, anxiety, and even physical exhaustion."
The students looked at each other, and many of them finally realized from Sean's serious expression that Sean was not lying to them.
"My God, this is even more ruthless than 0.W.Ls————"
Sean smiled slightly, withdrawing his somewhat heavy tone.
"So, although O.W.Ls is difficult, please remember—"
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"You also have flying broomstick classes, wonderful experiences like Transfiguration, explosions and aromas in Potions class, memory quills to help you review, and you can even sneak into the kitchen occasionally to get some butter beer."
"As long as you persevere through the exams, each of you will have a bright future!"
After the bell rang, the students in the classroom gradually packed up their books and left.
Sean didn't rush to leave.
He had a habit of standing alone for a while after all the students had left, or cleaning up the classroom.
He talked a lot today, especially during that fifth-grade class this morning. As he spoke, even he felt a sense of heaviness. It wasn't because of the pressure, helplessness, or unfamiliarity of the Muggle world; quite the opposite, it was because he was all too familiar with it.
As I walked out of the classroom, I heard a few bursts of laughter from the students in the corridor.
A second-grade boy was showing off his newly learned levitation spell to his friends. The feather floated in the air for a short distance, immediately drawing applause.
Sean smiled, quickly walked through the corridor, and headed towards the auditorium.
Upon entering the auditorium, a warm aroma of pumpkin juice, roasted meat, and buttered bread wafted over.
He suddenly felt a slight churning in his stomach. Several professors were already seated; Professor McGonagall was talking to Flitwick, while Hagrid's seat was piled high with steaming plates of sausages and soup.
Sean found a corner seat and sat down next to Professor Sprout, who smiled and nodded to her.
He smiled back and then picked up a bowl of steaming hot vegetable soup.
"How did it go today?" Sprout asked, poking at the pumpkin puree with a fork.
"It was alright," Sean said, stirring his soup, his tone slightly distracted. "I explained the Muggle exam system to the fifth graders—"
To be honest, watching them face exams always reminds me of myself back then.
However, Professor Sprout did not know which "himself" Sean was referring to.
Lunch break was very short, and there were no classes in the afternoon.
Sean was grading papers in his office.
During that time, Tonks came twice, once to deliver fruit and once to inquire about the plans for the evening.
The Ministry of Magic is planning a big move tonight.
Time passed quickly in a void.
In the evening, Sean took a walk at the Quidditch pitch, offering encouragement to the Hufflepuff Quidditch players who were training, and also took the opportunity to check the school's storeroom.
After completing the inspection, he returned to his office; it was already dark outside.
The rain seemed to fall silently from the gray-blue sky.
There is no wind.
Only a thin layer of moisture spread across the glass, vaguely reflecting his back as he hunched over his desk.
It was almost 7:55.
Ginny has arrived.
The operation has officially begun.