Newt breathed a sigh of relief at Alvin's words.
His good friends are fine.
He was afraid of the side effects of this potion.
However, he still wanted to stop Alvin's behavior.
"Why do you want to change his life?"
"Jacob has been living as a Muggle for decades, and it's really not good for him to be a wizard."
Alvin asked back. "Really?"
Newt didn't speak, but his eyes were firm.
"Professor, Mr. Kowalski has been exposed to the splendor of magical civilization from a young age and even received a wand."
"His desire for the world is something you don't understand."
"Nico and I never forced Mr. Kowalski to participate in this test. He did everything voluntarily."
Newt was silent, his eyelids drooping.
He knew Alvin was right, and no one could resist being a wizard.
Especially someone like Jacob, who is so deeply involved in the wizarding world.
Newt still remembers the joy of Jacob getting a wand of his own.
Alvin lost interest in talking and left the eighth floor after saying goodbye.
He has discovered that even these pro-Muggle camp wizards psychologically have a sense of superiority.
Because they are wizards.
The affinity for Muggles is more sympathy for the weak and even an interest in observing small animals.
Like Arthur Weasley.
He was very interested in Muggles, to be precise, in Muggle technological items.
But when he destroys the Dursleys' fireplace with Floo powder, the Twins prank Dudley with Ton-Tongue Toffee.
Did he feel guilty? No!
Dumbledore was against him basically for the same reasons.
He couldn't accept a Muggle turning into a wizard, just as the privileged didn't want everyone else to be privileged.
But Alvin didn't care.
The magical world is now a pool of stagnant water. Only when the base of wizards is large can new vitality burst forth.
Combining Muggle technology and wizard magic might create a more exciting world for him.
Alvin suddenly realizes that he and Dumbledore are much like Professor X and Magneto.
Although both are considered the future of wizards, their way of thinking is entirely different.
Early the following day, Alvin came to the Great Hall.
After a holiday, the students have not adjusted to the rhythm of the school.
All of them were sleepy and yawning.
After all, no student wakes up early during the holidays.
Those who can do this are either self-disciplined or perverted.
Cho took a pen and wrote and drew on the paper. She was preparing the schedule for D.A.
A new semester begins, and it's time for this Defence Against the Dark Arts team to continue.
The free time of little wizards varies, so it is necessary to plan a training time that everyone is satisfied with.
Cho and Hermione are increasingly interested in D.A., seeing others learn new spells individually under their own teaching.
This sense of accomplishment made the two never tire of it.
However, because of the many people, they also let Harry and Weasley share much teaching work with them.
Looking at Cho wearing glasses reveals an intellectual beauty that is different from the usual girl next door.
After a simple breakfast, he and Hermione went to the Potions classroom.
Umbridge had been sitting at the corner.
On the first day of school, she came to find fault with other professors in the classroom, and it was really dedicated.
Hermione pulled Alvin into the front row in disgust.
"This is the first time I found out that the curse of the You-Know-Who is so useful. She will definitely get out in half a year at most."
Umbridge was the only one who could get Hermione to say something like this.
"Miss Granger, may I ask what the You-Know-Who's curse is?"
A greasy voice came, and Umbridge stood behind the two with a disgusting smile on his face.
Her little face collapsed, and Hermione didn't expect that her complaints would be heard by the parties involved.
Turning her eyes, she suddenly thought of something and turned her head with a smile.
"Professor, don't you know? The You-Know-Who asked Headmaster Dumbledore for the position of professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts but was rejected. He has put a curse on the position since then, and no one can stay here for a full year."
Umbridge's smile froze, disbelieving Hermione's words.
"I've never heard such outrageous rumors. How could anyone do such a thing?"
Hermione was not annoyed and said calmly. "You can think about the previous professors. It seems that they have only taught for a year."
Umbridge thought about it and found that it was true.
Whatever the reason, it seems that none of them has done an entire year.
Suddenly she panicked a little, couldn't it be true?
After the intimidation, Hermione's mood improved a lot.
A whole Potions class, Umbridge didn't say much and was still thinking about countermeasures.
The difficulty of the fifth-grade potions course suddenly increased significantly, which was Snape's intention.
The purpose is to screen out those students who are not gifted to save each other's time.
At the end of class, after Snape gave Neville a T again, the little fat man finally broke down and cried.
Harry looked at him sympathetically, but he was in trouble himself.
Although Snape treated him a little better, he was more demanding than before.
As long as there is nothing wrong, he will stand behind him.
It made Ron reluctant to team up with him.
However, such benefits are also obvious. His level has reached the requirements for participating in next year's courses.
This is enough to prove that he didn't learn potions before, and it wasn't his talent.
It was the result of his bad relationship with Snape.
After class, all the students left the classroom.
And Harry slipped back after seeing Umbridge gone too.
"Professor, can you teach me Occlumency?"
Harry asked hesitantly, not sure if Snape would agree.
"I can."
Snape nodded without hesitation.
"Dumbledore also told me this, even if you don't come to me, I will come to you in a few days."
Hearing this, Harry nodded happily and left here after the agreed time for the first class.