days at Hogwarts

Monday, April 1th.

The first class was History of Magic. Professor Binns, as usual, passed through the wall and floated directly into the classroom to teach. His translucent silver body emitted a slightly cold and mysterious glow, which was in line with the tone of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Unfortunately, these little wizards are already fifth graders and they are not interested in the ghost professor.

On the first day of the new semester, many students were bent over their desks, writing furiously, copying their unfinished holiday homework. The expressions of those who usually sleep in class were more serious than each other, and it seemed that there was a good classroom atmosphere.

Fortunately, Professor Binns was so old that he couldn't even remember his own age. His knowledgeable mind was filled with complex historical events such as the Giant War, the Goblin Rebellion, and the Veela Incident. He didn't care about the students in front of him listening to the fuse of the war and writing Transfiguration and Rope on parchment.

There are also some students who have basically completed their homework, but they can't sleep in the first class of the new semester. They listen to the professor lecturing at the top while they are lecturing at the bottom.

Seamus and Dean were talking in low voices, and all the students around them could hear them.

"Do you think the new Professor Slughorn will still collect Potions homework?"

"Collect, must collect!"

"why?"

"Such a long paper, if they don't accept it, wouldn't it be a waste of my time writing it?"

"Makes sense!"

"..."

Loren couldn't help but laugh softly. Compared to the ghost professor reading those difficult knowledge points from the book, he really enjoyed listening to these two people chatting. They spoke so nicely and each of them was a talent.

The little witch at the same table tilted her head slightly and wrote down a series of notes with a quill pen smoothly. Hermione glanced at him secretly and silently agreed with Dean's statement in her heart.

How can you not collect the homework?

Marking papers is the duty of every professor!

The morning passed quickly with professors and students talking to each other. The next get out of class was Potions. When the bell rang, the students stuffed their books into their bags and ran out of the classroom, chasing each other as they headed to the underground classroom.

Loren and Hermione did not join them in the rush hour, but waited for the congestion in the corridors and stairs to clear before going downstairs leisurely.

The two of them were holding last semester's Potions textbooks and had just walked into the classroom when they saw the new Potions professor.

Slughorn was wearing a reddish-brown coat with a brown-gray striped vest underneath, which was well-tailored. He was wearing shiny leather shoes. The few strands of gray hair on his temples were neatly combed, and he looked as clean as new.

The smile was gentle, but it could not hide the pride emanating from him.

Most of the young wizards didn't know Slughorn's background, but just by looking at his attire, everyone knew that he was from a pure-blood family and a Slytherin graduate.

Slughorn was observing the students in the classroom and noticed them. He turned his head, his eyes lit up, and he smiled even more: "Oh... Loren, Hermione, we meet again."

"It's nice to meet you, Professor."

Loren nodded to him. Hermione thought for a moment and said, "Professor, Professor Snape assigned us a paper assignment on vitality tonic potion before the holiday. I wrote down some questions in the paper. I wonder..."

"I'll check it out carefully." Slughorn nodded with a smile. "I appreciate students who are good at asking questions. This means flexible thinking and a broad perspective. I will hold a small seminar at the weekend. I hope you can come and participate."

"My pleasure."

"Go get ready for class."

"Good professor."

The two walked towards the front row, and Loren deliberately nudged a witch with his elbow.

"You actually deliberately mentioned the holiday homework in front of the new professor. Anyone who does this will be tied to the stake!"

"..."

Hermione snorted softly.

Several more students entered the classroom later. Some of them went to the bathroom during the break, and some were Slytherin students. Their first spells class was farther away, so they entered a little slower.

Students filed into the classroom. In the few minutes between classes, Slughorn sent out several invitations, including Longbottom, Potter, Morgan, and Granger from Gryffindor, and Nott and Malfoy from Slytherin...

As for other little wizards who had poor academic performance and not very good family backgrounds, he almost turned a blind eye to them.

In the process of getting along with students, there is always a subtle unpleasant atmosphere. Of course, perhaps for those students who are treated specially, this atmosphere may be as warm as a spring breeze.

The students immediately formed a preliminary impression of this old professor who had been rehired after retirement.

Jingle Bell……

The class bell rang on time. Professor Slughorn shook his beard and said with a smile: "Although we have already had one at the dinner yesterday, I think I should make a more detailed self-introduction so that we can get to know each other... By the way, I have read your files a few days before the start of the school year. I believe we will get to know each other soon."

"Horace Slughorn, your old friend of Headmaster Dumbledore, seems like it was only yesterday when I think back to the days when he was the Transfiguration Professor, but that was already fifty years ago. We are all old now, and many of the students back then have grown up. Perhaps there are names you are familiar with, such as Dirk Cresswell, the Director of the Goblin Liaison Office... such as Barnabas Guffey, the editor of the Daily Prophet... and Ambrosio Flume, Gwenog Jones...

"You are about to receive career guidance from the school. I think I can provide you with some insignificant help..."

After a self-aggrandizing yet authentic speech, Slughorn successfully made all the students remember him and several students he had taught.

Neville looked blankly, scratched his head, and turned to look at several classmates around him: "Do you have a feeling that Professor Slughorn is very similar to someone..."

Seamus and Dean nodded silently, and the image of the silly professor with a bright smile appeared in their minds at the same time.

Slughorn watched his classmates whispering to each other, taking in their shocked and excited expressions. His smile widened, and he waited for them to fully discuss before speaking:

"I know you are about to take the OWLs exam, so the main teaching task this semester is to help you review your past knowledge... Don't worry, I have a few old friends in the Examination Authority, maybe I will invite them to get together at Easter..."

The students' subdued murmurs merged together and nothing could be heard clearly. Some were happily listening to the new professor's idle chatter, some were looking at him and seeing that he was somewhat similar to Lockhart, and some studious students were wondering how long he would continue to talk and when he could start the lecture.

Fortunately, the remaining half of the class was a real Potions class.

The thick textbook was placed on the podium, and not a single page was turned from beginning to end. Slughorn paced around the classroom with a smile on his face, casually sorting out several years of Potions knowledge bit by bit. His logic was clear, his tone was leisurely, and his posture was calm.

It fully demonstrates the elegance of the retired professor.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

The students left the dungeon reluctantly, muttering to themselves, and walked slowly and lightly, fearing that the potion knowledge that filled their heads would accidentally spill out.

"I want to apologize to Professor Slughorn. He is much better than the idiot Lockhart. He is simply the most powerful Potions professor I have ever met!" Seamus grabbed Dean's sleeve, his eyes bright and his face full of praise.

Dean said dimly, "But you have only met two Potions professors, the last one was Snape."

Seamus recalled Snape's stern face and felt a chill coming from behind him. He hurriedly pulled his friend and quickened his pace to leave.

A little witch walking behind was holding a textbook and a notebook. She looked up and said thoughtfully, "Loren, have you noticed that some of the knowledge points that Professor Slughorn reviewed are different from what Professor Snape taught? I don't know how to describe it..."

Hermione frowned and thought silently for a moment, then slowly said, "Although the knowledge system is clearly organized and the professor has a very deep understanding of the textbook, but...but he teaches exactly the same as the textbook. Professor Snape's teaching is more flexible."

Loren squeezed her hand and said, "This is normal. Professor Snape is younger, and Professor Slughorn hasn't studied new knowledge in Potions for decades."

"But if we follow what Slughorn said, the steps will be more complicated when brewing the potion, and the success rate will be lower."

"Let's talk about it later when we practice..."

Wandering away from the bustling crowd, Loren walked through the corridor of the underground classroom and came to the bottom of the staircase platform. As he went upstairs, he looked back.

In front of the old Potions Professor's office, two Aurors wearing the black uniforms of the Ministry of Magic stood there.

The inspection mission is in progress.

……

The first class in the afternoon was divination. Dozens of people were crowded in a fragrant room on the top of a tower. The windows were closed and there was no air circulation. The carbon dioxide produced by breathing mixed with the carbon monoxide released by the stove for complete combustion, making people drowsy.

Loren seriously suspected that this was also part of Trelawney's plan. She intended to suffocate all the students to the point of death. Perhaps before they died, they would be able to see a revolving lantern or something, which could be regarded as the third eye.

Fortunately, all the students present were wizards with magical powers, so they would not suffocate to death in a short time.

Listening to Trelawney's explanation of ornithology and watching her fiddle with the glass ball that looked like a Muggle handicraft, two classes passed by unnoticed.

As soon as the bell rang, students could not wait to squeeze out of the tower classroom, greedily breathing in the fresh air while wondering whether they should sign up for the advanced divination class next year.

After chatting with Sir Cadogan who was blocking them, Loren met Hermione at the stairs. She had just finished the ancient runes class, and the group walked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Is what you said true? I mean, this is really unbelievable. Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is actually Green..."

Ron looked around and didn't say the rest of the names. He kept muttering and gritting his teeth. "Biased Professor Dumbledore, he's the same as Slughorn. Why did you all go to Nurmengard while I was the only one who stupidly stayed in Grimmauld Place that night?"

Harry pointed out his mistake expressionlessly: "You were the one who said you wanted to earn some pocket money before school started, and you volunteered to be the guinea pig for candy when you had a fever and skipped classes, but you ended up passing out from the fever."

"Is that so? Hahaha..." Ron scratched his head and laughed, "I was so confused that I don't even remember this."

Loren hesitated for a moment and asked doubtfully, "Did George and Fred pay you?"

"!!!"

Ron's expression froze, and his eyes gradually widened.

When Loren and his friends walked into the classroom, their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was sitting behind the desk, playing with the wand in his hand with great interest.

The handle of the staff was grayish white, the sheen of the tung oil was dull and restrained, but the magic power in the staff core was lively, lingering around the handle and the wizard's hand, leaping and dancing, as if it could sense its owner's mood.

While waiting for the students to take their seats, Grindelwald had no intention of communicating with the students in the front row. He just leisurely played with his wand, turning it with his ten slender fingers and pushing it with his knuckles, like spinning a pen.

It was obvious that his skills were a little rusty, and his wand would occasionally lose balance and shaky, but each time it would be lifted up again by a light magical force, allowing the wooden stick to stick to his knuckles again and rotate gracefully like a blooming flower, which was quite cool.

This move alone was enough to stun the students.

The little wizards secretly watched his movements. Several Gryffindor students became jealous and picked up their wands to spin on the table. Suddenly, there was a clanging sound of wands colliding with desks.

Some astute students saw the levitation technique hidden in it and were excited to try it out, but they were dumbfounded just as they picked up the wand and before they could even cast the spell.

How does this levitation spell emitted from the tip of the wand work on the wand itself?

"Do you want to bend the wand?"

Seamus and Dean scratched their heads for a while, but couldn't think of a solution, so they turned their attention to the two top students in the front row.

Loren lowered his voice and said, "Don't even think about it. This is a silent and wandless casting technique that requires meticulous magic control skills. Only a small number of top wizards can do it. They are gifted and have practiced hard for decades..."

Hermione listened quietly, a faint smile on her lips.

Someone seems to be bragging...

The bell rang and the classroom fell silent. Grindelwald grabbed the flipping wand and glanced at all the students. He stood up and said, "Nice to meet you, fellow wizards."

The eyes of the young wizards in the audience suddenly lit up, as it was rare for adult wizards to address them so formally.

The same thought flashed through Loren and Hermione's minds. As expected of a former wizard leader, he showed strong appeal with just a few words.

Grindelwald raised his hand to stop the student who wanted to respond: "Before the class begins, let me make it clear in advance that for the sake of future cooperation, you must abide by some rules in my class. First..."