Chapter 612 Two New Professors

January 15, Monday.

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

Unfortunately, these little wizards were already fifth-year students, and they were not interested in the ghost professor.

On the first day of the new semester, many students lay on the table and wrote furiously, copying their unfinished holiday homework. The expressions of those who usually sleep in class are more serious than each other, and it seems that there is a good classroom atmosphere.

Fortunately, Professor Binns is so old that he can't even remember his own age. His knowledgeable mind is full of complex historical events such as the Giant War, the Goblin Rebellion, and the Veela Incident. He doesn'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. They can't sleep in the first class of the new semester. They listen to the professor lecturing on the top and they are lecturing below.

Seamus and Dean were whispering to each other, and the students around them could hear them.

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

"Yes, he must!"

"Why?"

"Such a long paper, if I don't collect it, wouldn't it be a waste of my writing?"

"That makes sense!"

"..."

Loren couldn't help but laugh softly. Compared to the ghost professor reading those difficult knowledge points from the book, he liked listening to these two people chatting. They spoke well and were all talented.

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

How can I not collect homework?

Correcting papers is the responsibility of every professor!

The morning time passed quickly in the voices of professors and students. The next get out of class was Potions. The bell rang, and the students stuffed their books into their bags, ran out of the classroom, and chased each other to the underground classroom.

Loren and Hermione did not join them in the rush hour, waiting for the congestion in the corridors and stairs to dissipate before going downstairs in a leisurely manner.

Holding the textbooks of last semester's potions, the two of them saw the new professor of potions as soon as they entered the classroom.

Slughorn was wearing a reddish-brown coat with a brown-gray striped vest underneath, which was well-tailored. He was wearing shiny leather shoes, and the few strands of gray hair on his temples were meticulously combed, making him look as clean as new.

His smile was gentle, but he could not hide the pride that emanated from him.

Most of the young wizards did not know Slughorn's origins, but just by looking at his outfit, everyone knew that he was from a pure-blood family and graduated from Slytherin.

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."

"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 don't know..."

"I will check it carefully." Slughorn smiled and nodded, "I appreciate students who are good at asking questions. This means flexible thinking and broad vision. I will hold a small seminar on the weekend. I hope you can come to participate."

"It's a great honor."

"Go and prepare for class."

"Okay, professor."

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

"People who deliberately mentioned holiday homework in front of the new professor will be tied to the stake!"

"..."

Hermione snorted softly.

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

The students entered the classroom one after another. In the short break, Slughorn sent out several invitations, including Longbottom, Potter, Morgan, Granger from Gryffindor, Nott, Malfoy from Slytherin...

As for other young wizards with poor grades and not very good family backgrounds, he almost ignored them.

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

The students immediately had a preliminary impression of this retired old professor.

Ding-a-ling...

The class bell rang on time, and 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 term, and I believe we will get to know each other soon."

"Horace Slughorn, your old friend of Headmaster Dumbledore, seems to be just yesterday when I think back to the days when he was the professor of Transfiguration, but that was fifty years ago. We are all old now, and many of the students back then have grown up. Perhaps there are names that 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 provided by the school. I think I can provide you with some minimal help..."

After a self-promoting but genuine speech, Slughorn succeeded in making all students remember him and several students he had taught.

Neville's eyes were blank, he scratched his head, and turned to look at the classmates around him: "Do you have a feeling that Professor Slughorn looks a lot like the same person..."

Seamus and Dean nodded silently, and the idiot professor with a bright smile appeared in their minds.

Slughorn watched his classmates whispering to each other, taking in their shocked and excited expressions. The smile on his face became even brighter. He waited for them to fully discuss before saying:

"I know you are about to take the O.W.L.s exam, so the main teaching task this semester is to review your past knowledge... Don't worry, I have some old friends in the Examination Authority, maybe I will invite them to get together at Easter …”

The voices of the students in the audience were muttering at the bottom of their voices, and nothing could be heard clearly. Some were happily listening to the new professor's gossip, while others were sizing up how similar he was to Lockhart, and some who loved learning. The students wondered how long he would continue chatting and when the lecture could begin.

Fortunately, the remaining half of the class is a genuine Potions class.

The thick textbook was placed on the podium, and from beginning to end, not a page was opened. Slughorn walked around the classroom with a smile, casually sorting out several years of potions knowledge bit by bit, with a clear context. The tone is casual and the posture is calm.

Showing the style of an old professor who has returned from retirement.

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

The students left the underground classroom still unfinished, muttering something to each other, walking lightly and slowly, for fear of accidentally spilling the potions knowledge in their heads.

"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 clutched Dean's sleeves, his eyes bright, his face Full of praise.

Dean said quietly: "But you have only met two Potions professors in total, and the last one was Snape."

Seamus recalled Snape's stern face, felt a cold air coming from behind, and hurriedly pulled his friend to speed up and leave here.

A certain little witch walking behind held textbooks and notebooks, raised her head and said thoughtfully: "Loren, have you noticed that Professor Slughorn sorted out the knowledge points for review, and some of them are similar to Professor Snape? What I teach during teaching is different, I don’t know how to describe it..."

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

Loren squeezed her hand: "This is normal. Professor Snape is younger, and Professor Slughorn has not delved into new knowledge of potions for decades."

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

"Let's talk about it later in practice..."

Staying away from the bustling crowd, he walked all the way through the corridor of the underground classroom and came to the bottom of the stair landing. As he went upstairs, Loren looked back.

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

Inspection task in progress.

…

The first period in the afternoon was a divination class. Dozens of people crowded into the room on the roof of the fragrant tower. The windows were closed and airtight. The carbon dioxide produced by breathing was intertwined with the carbon monoxide released for complete combustion in the furnace. Makes people sleepy.

Loren seriously suspected that this was also part of Trelawney's plan. She planned to force all the students to suffocate and die. Maybe they would be able to see a revolving lantern or something before they died, which would be regarded as their third eye.

Fortunately, the students here are all wizards with magical powers, so they will not suffocate to death in a short time.

Listening to Trelawney's explanation of ornithology and watching her playing with the glass ball that resembled a Muggle craft, the two classes passed unknowingly.

As soon as the bell rang, the students eagerly squeezed out of the tower classroom, greedily breathing the fresh air while debating whether to take an advanced class in divination next year.

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

"Are you telling the truth? I mean, it's really unbelievable that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is actually Green..."

Ron looked around, but did not say all the remaining names. He muttered all the way, sometimes gritting his teeth, "Eccentric Professor Dumbledore, he is the same as Slughorn, why?" You all went to Nurmengard, but I foolishly stayed at Grimmauld Place that night!"

Harry exposed him expressionlessly: "It was you who said you wanted to make some pocket money before school started, so you took the initiative to be the guinea pig for skipping classes when you had a fever, but you ended up fainting from the fever."

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

Loren pondered 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 wand was grayish white, and the luster of the tung oil was dull and restrained, but the magic power of the wand core was very lively, lingering around the handle and the wizard's hand, jumping and jumping, as if he could understand the 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, but just leisurely played with the wand, turning the wand with his ten slender fingers, and pushing it to rotate and move, like the action of spinning a pen.

It can be seen that his skills are a bit rusty, and the wand occasionally loses its center of gravity and is shaky, but every time it can be lifted up again by a light magic power, so that the wooden stick sticks to the knuckles again, and rotates gracefully, like a blooming flower, which is quite cool.

Just this one move stunned the students.

The young wizards secretly watched his movements. Several Gryffindor students were jealous and picked up their wands to turn them on the table. Suddenly, the sound of wands colliding with the desks was heard.

Some smart students saw the hidden levitation skills in it and were happy to try it, but they were dumbfounded as soon as they picked up the wand and didn't even cast the spell.

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

"Do we have to bend the wand?"

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

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

Hermione listened quietly, with a faint smile on her lips.

Someone seems to be boasting...

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

The young wizards in the audience were suddenly brightened up. Few adult wizards addressed them so formally.

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

Grindelwald raised his hand to stop the student who wanted to respond: "Before the class starts, I will make it clear in advance that in order to cooperate happily in the future, some rules must be followed in my class. First..."