"There's a 'T' at the end," George reminded him.
"'T'?" Hermione asked, clearly startled, "Lower than a 'D'? What does 'T' stand for?"
"Troll," replied the twins without hesitation.
Everyone burst out laughing at the twins' words.
But no one took it seriously, after all, the twins' words could only be trusted halfway.
The ones before were correct, but the last one... that would be questionable.
"Have your classes been inspected?" Fred asked them.
"No," Hermione immediately asked, "How about yours?"
"Just now, before lunch," George said, "It was during Magic Spell class."
"How did it go?" Harry and Hermione asked at the same time.
Fred shrugged his shoulders.
"Not too bad, Umbridge just shrank into a corner, taking notes nonstop on a chalkboard—you know Professor Flitwick's temper; he treated Umbridge like a guest and didn't seem to take it seriously at all."
At this point, Fred recalled some details of the class.
"Umbridge didn't say much," he said, "only asked Alicia a few questions about what the class is usually like. Alicia answered that the class was going very well, that's all—if I didn't know her personality, I'd think she was here to investigate, not to make trouble."
George suddenly said, "I suspect Umbridge might also be rating the professors in a similar way, what do you think?"
"Probably," Ron said while chewing on a chicken leg, "Maybe, I don't know, but I think she would—hey, what kind of score do you think she'll give Professor Flitwick?"
"I think Flitwick's score won't be low," George said, "He always ensures everyone can pass the exams."
"I think so too, I actually like Professor Flitwick a lot," Annie suddenly chimed in, "Don't you all think Professor Flitwick is really nice?"
"He really is, Annie, he really is," the twins said in unison.
"So," Harry glanced left and right, lowered his voice, and asked, "How do you think she'd rate Professor Snape?"
"Well," Fred said, chewing on bread, "I'm not sure, but I think the score shouldn't be too low, at least an 'A'. After all, you know, Professor Snape's teaching style disregards others' feelings, which might just match Umbridge's taste."
"Perhaps, after all, Umbridge only reads from the book," Lee Jordan said with a laugh.
"What about Professor McGonagall?" Hermione asked again.
"As for Professor McGonagall..." Fred thought for a moment, "I don't think she'd choose to offend Dumbledore then offend the Deputy Headmistress again, right? She should rate at least an 'E' fairly."
"Hard to say," Ron shrugged, "Umbridge is hard to understand with common sense; anyway, I'm not very optimistic."
"And what about Professor Scamander?" Annie raised her hand to ask.
"Oh, Professor Scamander," Fred laughed, "It'd definitely be an 'O'; no one would want to offend someone so popular like the expert in Magical Creatures, Annie... unless she's tired of living, especially when this expert's brother was once the Head of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic."
"True," Annie nodded, then asked again, "What about Professor Bin?"
"'O'! Definitely an 'O'!" Fred and George said in unison, "Professor Bin's lecture style is exactly like Umbridge's; if Umbridge wants to investigate Professor Bin, she wouldn't give him a low score."
At this point, George mischievously said, "Because giving Professor Bin a low score would be like giving herself a low score—think about it: if they're both reading from a book, there's no reason for Professor Bin to get a 'T', right?"
Everyone laughed at George's words.
"Whose class do you have this afternoon?" Fred asked.
"Professor Trelawney's," Harry said, chewing on bread.
"Oh, a 'T', no doubt," Fred shook his head, judging Professor Trelawney.
"By the way, Annie," Harry turned to ask Annie, "I forgot to ask you, didn't Professor Trelawney say she wanted to keep you after class? How's your prophecy talent development going?"
"I haven't gone yet," Annie said softly, "Professor Trelawney suddenly had something come up last week, and she told me to go to her Divination Class office tonight."
"Okay then," Harry shrugged, "If Professor Trelawney says something crazy, just listen but don't express any opinions."
"Okay," Annie nodded seriously, appearing to genuinely heed Harry's advice.
"Hey, Fred, George!"
A familiar voice sounded, it was the sunny, cheerful Hufflepuff boy, Cedric Diggory.
"Hey, Ced," the two greeted.
After greeting everyone around, Cedric finally asked, "I heard you've been selling some fascinating little things recently? I mean... uh, do you have anything that could make someone happy?"
"What's up?" Fred asked mischievously, "Did you get into a fight with Qiu Zhang?"
"Ah, yeah," Cedric scratched his head shyly, "Yes, I said the wrong thing, but I'm planning to buy something to cheer her up; do you have anything good?"
"Then I highly recommend the Boxing Telescope." Fred searched his pockets for a while and handed Cedric a telescope.
"What's this thing for?" Cedric asked with great interest, looking around the telescope.
"Don't," Ron quickly stopped him: "This thing looks like an ordinary telescope, but once you twist it, a fist pops out, leaving a mark and a big puff of black smoke."
Cedric reeled back as if electrocuted and tossed the telescope back.
"If you get punched as a joke, wouldn't it make Qiu Zhang happy?" Fred shrugged and said.
"Better not," Cedric said, politely declining.
"Let me recommend something serious then," George also took out a guillotine stand and handed it to Cedric, "A reusable executioner, how about it? I removed the spelling part for your apology use—the little man with your name on it climbs the steps, goes up to the stand, and finally gets hanged—see, isn't it a sincere little thing?"
"I'll take that one, how much!" Cedric asked firmly.
"One Galleon," George replied.
Cedric wasted no time and took out a Golden Galleon, taking the little man.
"I want one too," Ron said somewhat enviously.
He also wanted to buy one, in case he ever made Hermione angry, he could use the little man as an apology—it definitely looked sincere.
"One Galleon," Fred and George said in unison, extending their hands.
"Come on!!" Ron protested, "I'm your brother! How could you do this to me?!"
Fred and George exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Two Galleons!"
Ron was incensed; he wished he could disown these two as brothers on the spot.
I treat you as brothers, and you turn around and treat me like a Frenchman trying to scam me, is that it?!