[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Lockhart's funeral was indeed arranged as he described it in his final manuscript, A Walk with the Basilisk. In order to thank him for his final contribution to the school, the professors at Hogwarts unanimously put aside all the unpleasantness in their past relationships and instead worked hard to complete "Lockhart's dream funeral"—— Except that Hagrid really couldn't cry as sadly as described in the article - he was not familiar with Lockhart in the first place.

The students cried quite sincerely - in any case, Lockhart was a professor who was both pleasing to the eye, very easy to talk to, and very generous with his teachings, and his death was quite heroic. Malfoy didn't cry, but his face was very pale, so pale that even Harry couldn't help but murmur, suspecting that it was because Malfoy had seen a dead person for the first time.

After Lockhart's funeral, campus life officially returned to calm, and students, as usual, quickly put the Valentine's Day terrorist attacks behind them. Since the basilisk was captured, the petrification incident never happened again, so even some previous murmurings about Harry's Parseltongue identity faded away with the disappearance of the petrification incident.

Harry is happy every day. Hagrid is back, Dumbledore is back, his classmates no longer point fingers behind his back to guard against him, and the mandrake is growing well - Professor Sprout is happy Announce that it won't be long before they want to move to someone else's flower pot, which will mean they are fully mature and the victims lying in the hospital wing will be able to return to them again.

Snape, who had the power to research the basilisk, was in such a good mood that he mercifully gave up the idea of ​​practical testing of the potion after Christmas. Neville was grateful for this, and then ruined the potion again because of dripping snot into the cauldron.

"Give us another chance!" Tom almost screamed when he saw Snape casually planning to write a D on his usual report card.

Snape gave him a fake smile, slowly wrote the D big and round in cursive script, and showed it to him specially.

Tom stared at him angrily, deciding not to say a word to Snape for the rest of the lesson - Snape didn't care.

Because Professor McGonagall was responsible for part of the Charms course, her voice became hoarse due to too many classes. Professor Flitwick had no choice but to come back injured - he was attacked by a basilisk, and the goblin blood in his body exploded at the critical moment. , transformed him into a semi-vegetative form, and then he saved his life.

So much so that this little professor, who had always been an optimist, now stood on the podium with a sullen expression and a head of lush leaves. In the middle of the lecture, he would shake his hands vigorously from time to time to make those fingers that had turned into soft branches unintentionally change back. .

Professor Sinister is still hospitalized at St. Mungo's, but Headmaster Dumbledore assures her that she will be fine. As for the astronomy class this semester, President Dumbledore found a temporary professor for them. When he announced this happily to the students, the sound of horse hooves came into the hall in response, and almost everyone Taking a breath of air--

A centaur!

Pale blond hair, shockingly blue eyes, a human head and limbs mounted on the body of a tawny horse. The horse was very handsome in life, but it was kind of docile and low-attack beauty, with clear eyes, like a foal that was inexperienced in the world. The upper body of the horse is full of smooth muscle lines, and the horse's body is shiny, majestic and handsome.

Under the gaze of everyone, he uneasily tapped his hooves on the spot, showing a faint smile, and quietly rolled up his front hooves shyly.

Tom clearly heard the senior sister next to him take a breath again and call out in an eager tone: "Sweetheart!"

Immediately, almost everyone began to look forward to the astronomy class of the centaur named Firenze, although everyone was a little worried about how he would climb the astronomy tower.

They soon found out - the astronomy class was moved to Classroom 11 on the first floor, and bizarrely, it was scheduled during the day.

When the students walked through the auditorium and arrived at Classroom 11, which had never been used, they were surprised to find that it had become a forest glade.

The floor of the classroom is covered with soft green moss, dotted with small off-white moss flowers. Trees of different heights towered above it, and their luxuriant branches fanned across the ceiling and windows, so that beams of mottled and soft sunlight poured into the entire room. And the new centaur professor was standing quietly in the middle of the open space surrounded by trees, waiting for their arrival.

"Wow..." Ron sighed in a low voice, "I dare say Professor Flitwick must like this environment very much!"

Harry just laughed when he saw Firenze stretching out a hand towards him.

"Harry Potter," he said. His surprisingly blue eyes looked at Harry unblinkingly, with an indescribable sense of melancholy.

"Uh-hi," Harry shook the centaur's hand hesitantly, "Nice to meet you."

"Me too." The handsome centaur lightly kicked on the spot a few times, then nodded to him, his platinum hair swaying, "We are destined to meet."

"Huh?" Harry was confused, feeling that this sounded strange.

"Although it shouldn't be here, it shouldn't be at this time." The centaur said gloomily, his hooves unconsciously digging into the mud. "The light of Mars has always been so abnormal in recent years, and the omens of the planet have also begun to change. It was so hard to read. So even the most old-fashioned centaurs had to agree to come out and see what was going on..."

As for the centaurs, they stay in the woods all day long watching the sky and saying something like "Mars is particularly bright tonight" and "Mercury is going retrograde"... Tom unexpectedly remembered Lockhart's words to the centaurs. Evaluation, found that it actually makes sense.

Just as he cursed, he saw Firenze turning his gaze towards him.

"Ah, it's you." His tone was a little more cheerful.

"Excuse me, do you... know me?" Tom asked.

"Aurora—I mean Professor Sinistra, I once came to ask for an amulet for you." The centaur looked at him, "But...it doesn't seem to be on you anymore."

Tom felt terribly embarrassed.

"Uh... I'm sorry..." he said slowly.

"It doesn't matter." Firenze surprisingly let go of the problem easily, "We believe that everything is guided by fate."

Then the purpose of this amulet may be beyond your expectation. Tom thought secretly.

Firenze motioned for them to find tree stumps and big rocks to sit down like other students, and then he made a quiet gesture to the surroundings. .seven

"Professor Dumbledore is very considerate and arranged this classroom for us," Firenze said, "to simulate an environment that suits my living habits. In fact, I prefer to teach you in the Forbidden Forest, but - —Even if my colony agreed to send me to contact the wizards, they wouldn't be able to tolerate a large group of wizard cubs within their sensing range."

"Why?" one student asked, "Don't centaurs like wizards?"

"The centaurs don't like anyone," Firenze replied calmly. "Most centaurs like to be quiet and alone in the woods to feel the guidance of their destiny - usually through the stars. This is why Professor Dumbledore arranged for me to temporarily teach you astronomy."

"Some students may have been wondering for a long time why astronomy classes are scheduled during the day. It's simple. No matter it is day or night, the stars will always hang above our heads——"

"That's impossible!" Ron blurted out.

"Uh... what he said is true." Harry tugged on his sleeve and whispered.

Firenze ignored Ron and continued: "The talent of the centaurs can help you clearly perceive the trajectory of the planets even during the day, so I arranged the course during the day so as not to affect my night's rest."

"Let's get started." Firenze walked happily for a few steps, swung his long silver tail, raised one hand, pointed at the dense canopy of leaves above his head, and then slowly lowered it. Silver light spots danced lightly from his body as he moved, scattering into the classroom like stars in the sky. Then the light in the room dimmed, and now they seemed to be sitting in a forest glade at dusk, with the huge stars slowly falling from the sky. The whole scene was both majestic and strange.

"Lie down on the floor," Firenze said calmly, "and look at the stars. For those who can read the stars, the destinies of our species are already mapped out there - of course, humans have never been good at this. So let us return to astronomical knowledge. In this lesson, I will take you to review the names of these planets and their satellites, and briefly check your current knowledge."