Hogwarts Lion Girl

Mrs. Weasley's scolding and anger burst out from the letter a hundred times louder than usual, so loud that it was heart-shaking and immediately attracted the attention of the entire audience.

Plates and spoons began to rattle, as if in response to the shrill cry; the echo from the stone walls was even more deafening, undoubtedly emphasizing the seriousness of the letter.

The young wizards all covered their ears with their hands, with expressions of shock and curiosity on their faces - howling letters were not common, let alone such a strong one.

Under such an embarrassing and public spotlight, Ron felt as if he had shrunk several times, and he lowered his head, trying to make himself look even more inconspicuous. But his red forehead was like a lonely flag on the battlefield, helpless and eye-catching, revealing the shame and anxiety surging in his heart.

In Mrs. Weasley's scolding, it seemed that every word was a crushing blow to Ron's dignity.

All the eyes seemed to penetrate him, and every expression on those faces that should have been friendly now made Ron feel uneasy. The only thing he could do was to hope that the sound would end as soon as possible, so that he could disappear in the crowd and avoid this endless embarrassment and shame.

Ron felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and his heart was heavy.

As the last words of accusation drifted away, the long echo gradually died away in the hall.

Ron felt the gazes from all around him, hot and dazzling, just like the feeling of being naked under a flashlight. He felt an unprecedented embarrassment, and his heart beat so fast that it seemed like it could jump out of his chest.

Ron suddenly lowered his head and stared at the plate in front of him, trying to convince the people around him that the only thing he cared about and the only thing worth noting was the cut, butter-covered golden egg on his plate. He turned his eyes away, trying to make his expression look focused and curious, as if the egg contained some wonderful secret.

He pretended to observe the fluid overflowing from the egg yolk, the small fortress-like egg white, seemingly looking for a perfect entrance to dig in. But the next second, between the egg yolk and egg white, Ron seemed to see his own reflection, the pale face, the eyes that revealed his inner panic.

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After the farce at breakfast, Salina and Ginny comforted Ron for a long time before hurriedly saying goodbye to Harry and the others because they had to go to class.

The corridor looked even more ancient and mysterious under the dim light. Salina and Ginny walked through rows of towering stone pillars and hurried to the Charms classroom.

Turning the last corner, I saw the door frame of the Charms class hidden in the obscure shadows, and the door was half open and half closed, as if it was the trace left by other students entering.

Crossing the threshold, the sound echoed in the quiet classroom.

The spacious classroom was made up of several rows of neatly arranged long tables and chairs, which were filled with magic books and quills. A few rays of light came in from the windows, casting spots in the air.

The students have all taken their seats. The sound of their low conversations accompanied by the rustling sound of quills scratching across paper is full of childish thirst for knowledge and curiosity about the magical world.

Salina and Ginny found an empty seat, pulled out the chair, and sat down carefully, trying not to attract more attention. On the wall beside them, there were several ancient paintings hanging on the moss-covered bricks, and the characters in the paintings cast curious eyes at them.

With a burst of brisk footsteps, Professor Flitwick stepped into the classroom. He was wearing a dark robe, his hair mixed with silver strands was neatly combed to one side, and he had a gentle smile on his face.

He picked up a pile of heavy textbooks behind the desk and jumped lightly onto the stage, like a young man full of energy. All eyes in the classroom were immediately focused on him.

He picked up the roster and swept his deep eyes across the faces of his classmates, revealing a bit of severity between his brows. Although his face was kind, no one dared to challenge his authority, and that expression always made the students feel both respect and fear.

After a moment, he began to call the roll, his voice loud and clear, making it impossible for everyone to slack off in their drowsiness.

Names were called out one after another along with different identities and colleges, and students stepped out in response, some shyly, some full of pride.

This class was a large class for both houses, with the yellow tones of Hufflepuff and the orange-red of Gryffindor meeting in the classroom.

Although they were new students, many of the children were curious and a little nervous.

"Today, you will learn how to establish a connection with your wand and begin your magical journey. The wand is your partner and it will witness your sweat and tears."

Professor Flitwick's words aroused great excitement. Most of the people present were first-year students whose magical life had just begun.

Professor Flitwick stressed the importance of establishing a spiritual connection with the wand, which is the first step for many Muggle-born children to integrate into the magical world. He demonstrated how to stroke the wooden stick, feel its texture and unique smell, and taught students to treat each wand with respect and sincerity.

The young wizards followed Professor Flitwick's instructions and tried to establish a connection with the wands in their hands.

Some of the children were soon waving their wands in the air, chanting spells awkwardly, and trying out simple magic.

Professor Flitwick walked down from the podium and personally instructed the students. His eyes were full of satisfaction and encouragement, not only for the little wizards who succeeded in their first try, but also for every child who tried hard.

As wooden sticks jumped out of their hands, the classroom was suddenly filled with the luster of various wands and the buzzing sound of magic.

Professor Flitwick demonstrated several basic postures and movements, his figure growing taller in the eyes of the students, and every swing seemed to teach not just a technique, but a way of life and art of magic.

The sunlight outside the window slanted into the classroom, shining on the students' focused faces. The flickering light seemed to ignite tiny seeds of magic in everyone's heart.

Although some concepts were too simple for Salina, she watched Colin and Ginny beside her study hard, and then she followed everyone and waved her wand.

For her outstanding performance, Salina received praise from Professor Flitwick and was awarded five extra points by Gryffindor.

When the class was over, a familiar figure came to Salina. It was Colin, who always ran around with a camera.

The boy blushed and mustered up the courage to reach out to Salina. "Hello, my name is Colin Creevey. You are so good at Charms. Can I borrow your class notes? I... I just behaved very badly in class..."

Salina smiled and shook Colin's hand, "Salina Swinburne. Here are the notes, don't worry too much, it's only the first class."

Colin nodded with a red face after receiving the encouragement, and hurried away holding Salina's notes.