Chapter 743: The First Class

During the lunch break, many sixth grade students chose to finish their homework in the common room. The "free" time when there is no class in the sixth grade is not at all the relaxation and rest that Ron Weasley expected, but must be used to complete a lot of homework assigned by the teacher.

The students in the advanced class not only worked hard as if they had to deal with the exam every day, but the homework assigned by the professors did not take into account that they had just finished a pleasant summer vacation and whether they had adapted to the high-intensity study. Even though Hermione could fully understand the content, she had just finished her homework for Potions class due to the volume, and it was time for the morning and afternoon classes.

"Hurry up, Professor Harris's first ancient magic class, don't be late." Ginny quickly stuffed her textbooks into her backpack, and many wizards in the lounge were busy packing up their textbooks, homework and ink .

"Ginny, are you going to take the ancient magic class too?" Ron, who was still struggling with the homework of the Potions class, looked up and asked his sister in surprise.

"Of course." Ginny raised her eyebrows, "Professor Harris only teaches two lessons of ancient magic a week, and wizards of all ages who take this course have to go to the class. Harry and I have to act fast, or we won't be able to grab it." Location."

"Okay, go, go, you all go, I can just play my wizard chess in the dormitory." Ron crossed his hands behind his head, leaned heavily on the back of the chair, and made a gesture. A very comfortable look.

Harry, who had just cleaned up, heard Ron's words when he got up and asked back: "Didn't you just say that you planned to practice Quidditch for a while?"

"Don't worry about Ron, let's go, I hope he can be so comfortable when fighting with others." Ginny snorted coldly, shook her long red hair, and pulled Harry out of the common room.

You little lions rushed to the ancient magic class classroom along the familiar road. In the corridor outside the classroom, they saw that there were a large number of people coming to class, and groups of three or four from all grades gathered together to wait for their new professor—most of the members were members of the Harris training class. No one in the bootcamp wants to miss this course. Among the other ordinary students, those who wear Ravenclaw and Slytherin school uniforms also account for the majority.

"Look, Pansy Parkinson really wasn't following Malfoy, she was avoiding Ellen!" Harry whispered, pointing in the direction where the Slytherins gathered.

Draco stood with Goyle and Crabbe. His two followers couldn't go to the advanced class because they didn't have enough grades in potions, but they obviously didn't let go of the ancient magic class, which had no hard requirements for wizards.

"Harry, you should think more about your girlfriend than Pansy Parkinson." Ginny walked towards Hermione who had already stood with Luna.

Not far behind Mad Girl and the others, four Hufflepuff students occupy a corner of the classroom led by Ernie MacMillan, who was born into a pure-blood family that can trace his lineage back nine generations, He is related to Melania Black, Sirius Black's maternal grandmother. Although Ernie is a rare and arrogant type in Hufflepuff, he does not hold prejudice against other bloodlines. He was also friendly to and stood up for the Muggle-born Justin Fenry. , so after Cedric graduated, he seemed to be the leader of Hufflepuff.

When the class time was up, when Allen and Mr. Handy behind him walked into the classroom as if they had counted the time, the classroom fell silent instantly.

Allen, who was wearing the ancient magic robe, walked slowly to the podium, stood there, turned around, glanced at the wizards one by one, checked the incoming wizards with the list he had received, and made sure that no one was absent Finally, Allen spoke and walked on the podium: "My classmates, my students, you came to my classroom today because of your inner desire and a belief that the old teaching methods of Hogwarts are not suitable for you. We are."

All the wizards in the classroom focused their eyes on Alan,

A wizard who can openly declare that black magic will be involved in the ancient magic class, and still choose to study after Allen and Dumbledore had a public conflict at the opening ceremony, such a wizard has more or less ambition in his heart or in his heart. It is to have ambition—whatever the purpose of this ambition, good or bad.

"You are here today because you are eager for some new... way out, something different..." Allen looked around at the little wizards in front of the desk with his hands behind his back, "Recently I know that my relationship with Dumbledore has changed a lot. People are very nervous, yes, my philosophy and Dumbledore have a serious conflict, but the struggle between me and him is not from personal hatred, but he is trying to make all wizards become the same person, become Being a protected wizard. Of course, in my opinion, there is nothing wrong with choosing to be such a majority group, nor are they useless, and being a protected wizard can have different values ​​​​in each. But , I think I should give all wizards a choice to make their own decisions. Ancient magic will only be granted to people with higher ideals like you here. It will only bloom in the souls of a few wizards-we will Be someone who protects others."

As soon as the ancient magic professor's voice fell, the Hogwarts wizards who were sitting in danger behind the desk were aroused by Alan's opening remarks, and they all stood up and began to cheer and applaud uncontrollably—for Alan and for themselves .

Whether it is Harry who has made this choice in his heart but is still hesitating whether it is correct or not, or Neville who thinks that he has been abused by Death Eaters to the point of crazy parents, or those who are somewhat repelled by the black arts and only plan to come to learn some neutral arts. The Hufflepuffs of ancient magic, and even Crabbe, who just followed Draco with no purpose in mind, were all full of passion and longing for the course they had chosen at this time.

Allen looked at the little wizards who were encouraged, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth when he was quite satisfied-Alan did not use spells that could influence and hint others in his speech, but only used charm and language to achieve the goal. this effect. The professor of ancient magic class opened his arms and suppressed the cheers, and officially started the first part of the course: "Please forgive me, students, we have a lot of content today, and the time is relatively tight, so I can leave you time to celebrate and Not much - so let's get straight to it, first of all get your wands out and line up."

Many wizards became more excited when they heard the wand was drawn out, but there were exceptions.

"Are you going to fight again?" Neville held his wand, and stood behind Harry in some horror—his purpose of coming to this class was to learn something new to arm himself, but what now? Neville was very nervous that he might fight before he even learned it.

"Don't worry, Professor Harris won't let us have any problems—but I don't know if he will directly ask us to fight one-on-one like the original dueling club? Otherwise, why are we queuing?" Qiu Zhang's sweet voice came from behind them Rumor has it that she is already in the seventh grade, and she still has to take the N.E.W.T exam this year, but she still signed up for this course, and she has no intention of quitting the Quidditch competition this year. In fact, she plans to take up the Quidditch competition after graduation. Sports -- preferably working on a team with her current long-distance boyfriend, Cedric Diggory.

Under the experienced leadership of the training class members, the wizards acted quickly according to the college and grade, but different from their initial expectations, at least at this time, the professor of ancient magic did not immediately let the students do it with each other.

Mr. Skillful Hands behind Allen moved to the front of the little wizards by himself. The three tentacles quickly gestured at the wands and bodies of the little wizards. The three eyes blinked constantly, and reported the data it measured at the same time. .

"Mr. Harry Potter, please straighten your arms. I need to measure your arm length." Mr. Handy said to Harry who was looking at himself with his head tilted. female voice.

Harry couldn't help but think of his own experience of being measured in Ollivander and Mrs. Malkin's shop. Compared with automatic magic tape measure and manual measurement, the Mr. Handy in front of him is undoubtedly more accurate, smarter and faster. While measuring, report the data and record it on the parchment.

"Mr. Argus Filch kindly lent me Mrs. Norris II, his Mr. Handy Hand... er, it should be called Mrs. Handy Hand. Mr. Filch set it as Female voice..." Alan coughed dryly before continuing to introduce, "It will measure the shape, weight, material, and various aspects of your body. Please return the students who have finished the measurement to their desks. After that, I will These data tailor-made some training props for you—but don’t be disappointed, as the first lecture, I have prepared a small gift for you today..."