Popular Web NovelsChapter 566 The first day of fifth gradeChapter 566 The First Day of Fifth Grade
The next morning, before the sky was completely bright, there was the sound of pattering rain outside the window, and the slightest coolness coming through the cracks in the window made it soft. The bedding was even warmer, causing people in the dormitory to shrink into the bed.
Drowsily, Loren was lying on the bed and heard a ding-dong-dong sound. He barely opened his eyes a crack, only to see the hem of Seamus' clothes disappearing quickly behind the door.
Harry and Ron also heard the sound, muttered some vague words, turned over and slept more soundly.
It wasn't until the alarm clock on Neville's bedside that was comparable to a howling banshee rang that the remaining four slowly got up, lazily took off their pajamas and changed into magic robes, and lined up neatly in front of the bathroom mirror to brush their teeth.
"Grrrrrr... Bah!"
Loren wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth and turned to look at the two people next to him: "Harry, Ron, how was your chat with Dumbledore last night? "
"Not great, even terrible... Excluding those messy ordinary dreams, Dumbledore didn't want to talk to me at all... about the mysterious man and Snape, he repeatedly told me Master Occlumency as soon as possible, he said that the weird corridor and the weird room are signs that the mysterious person is invading my brain."
When Harry dipped the toothbrush in the cup, rinsed it, and put it back in the cabinet. Suddenly he was stunned for a moment, "Does this mean that the mysterious person can see my current brushing movements through my memory?"
Ron and Neville were also stunned. The toothbrush was stuffed into their cheeks and they were brushing. Neither is it, nor is it taken out.
"Probably not. The brain is more complex than you think. Although you have a unique close connection, when you are far apart, only if one party has severe emotional fluctuations, the other party will be able to follow the emotions and see some incoherent pictures."
"That's it..."
The sound of the toothbrush rubbing against the teeth sounded again.
"Gulu, gulu... bah..."
Ron put away the toiletries and counted his freckles in the mirror to make sure they had not increased in recent times. "One more thing, yesterday When we left in the evening, we actually saw Malfoy outside the principal's office!"
"But Fawkes kept staring at us and didn't overhear what they were saying."
Harry lifted his bangs and glanced at his lightning-shaped scar, "It's weird, Malfoy can find Dumbledore What to say, report his Death Eater father?"
"It's not a good thing anyway"
"…"
Loren put on his shoes and socks. After walking out of the men's dormitory, he stood on the attic and leaned out half of his body. He saw a little brown-haired witch in a magic robe already waiting on the sofa. Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised as she looked at George and Fred guarding the bulletin board. There were a dozen little wizards surrounding him, chattering about something.
Harry and Ron immediately became interested, clanking downstairs, and excitedly squeezed into the crowd.
"Let's go downstairs for breakfast."
There were too many people watching, and Loren had no intention of joining in the fun. He put his hands on Hermione's shoulders and shook her: "They What are you doing, so lively?"
Hermione was pushed outside the portrait hole, her eyebrows knitted together, and she said with a straight face: "George and Fred are recruiting volunteers to try the medicine. Or, experimenting with those half-baked quick-acting sugar candies, you know, Loren, they haven't even made an antidote yet! This is too much, I have to tell Parvati and Neville, it's up to the prefects to stop them!"
"I don't think they can stop George and Fred. I suggest you report them directly to Professor McGonagall."
"It's not good to do this. They might be imprisoned." Hermione thought carefully and shook her head, "Let Parvati and Neville find a way."
"Glen Professor Jie makes sense."
"Alas..."
There are rows of portraits of old wizards hanging next to the stairs. They are all busy talking to each other, and they see some students. When passing by, they will temporarily shut up and wait for them to go away before continuing to talk.
It was just that the little witch had something on her mind and walked slowly down the stairs, causing the old wizards in the portrait to look sideways and keep staring at the two of them.
The scene in front of him was so weird that Loren was so frightened that he pushed Hermione's shoulders and staggered away.
I don't know which floor they started from, but a group of freshmen suddenly appeared behind them. They followed closely with their heads hunched, not daring to get too close or too far away, for fear that something might happen. Be careful and get stuck on the stairs again.
Loren and Hermione looked at each other, recalling the time when they first entered the first grade. The corners of their mouths unconsciously curved and they slowed down a little.
All the way to the bottom of the marble stairs on the first floor, I heard cheers from the freshmen behind me, and passed through the foyer and entered the auditorium. The Hufflepuff freshmen were the most polite and knew how to thank them.
The magic dome of the auditorium is still cloudy and gray.
The professors at the guest of honor seat were scattered. Professor Astronomy Sinister was chatting with Hagrid. There was no sign of Dumbledore or Umbridge. Below the guest of honor, the competent Professor McGonagall was distributing the course schedules one by one along the table, while the lazy Professor Snape ordered his prefects to distribute the course schedules one by one, showing the gap in teachers' ethics.
Hermione was munching on the bread while looking at the class schedule. Loren was almost done eating before he remembered that the parchment on hand was not for wiping his mouth. Before he could pick it up and look through it carefully, he heard a grin on his face. The voice came out, and when I turned around, I saw that the voice was coming from Ron Weasley, the Quidditch reserve captain.
Ron was sitting on a stool, staring at the course schedule on the table with a dazed expression. He was holding a piece of bread that he had taken two bites of, and a spoon in the other hand to spread on the bread. The key is the spoon. There was nothing on it, he looked stupid and his eyes were blank.
He was applying for a job as a drug tester on the spot, but was he poisoned by his brother?
"Merlin's beard, look at today!"
Ron wailed at the class schedule, "In the morning there are History of Magic and Potions, and in the afternoon there are Divination and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. Professor Binns, Professor Snape, Trelawney, and the one named Umbridge Women, all on the same day! And my Quidditch, how can I train..."
"Our suggestion is, quick-acting skipping candy!" Fred didn't know. He came out from nowhere and put his arm on his shoulders.
George hugged him from the other side, and his tone was more intimate and gentle than ever before: "I recommend Nosebleed Nougat, a new product, it has good effects, quick results, and the price is cheap. I guarantee your satisfaction! "
"If it's so good, why is it so cheap?" Ron stared at him with confusion. "Because we haven't developed an antidote yet..." George avoided his eyes with a guilty conscience, "The nosebleed will keep bleeding, and eventually you will shrink into a ball and faint from blood loss."
"Leave your brother alone!"
Loren couldn't stand listening anymore, "You recruited other volunteers for the drug test and were willing to give gold galleons, but in the end, they tricked Ron into volunteering to be a guinea pig, and... If I want to give you money, no goblin in Gringotts can do such a sinful thing."
"Oh, that's so bullying!"
Ron took the bread in his hand. He stuffed three or two mouthfuls into his mouth. After swallowing, he immediately slapped the table and stood up, threatening to die with them both. He would not let them go until Fred was willing to pay for a whole set of truant candy gift bags.
"Isn't this still the case of being tricked into being a guinea pig? I really caught my own brother and tricked him..."
Loren clicked his tongue in admiration, shook his head, picked up the course schedule in his hand and looked through it carefully. He was immediately happy when he flipped through it. Sure enough, it was the treatment for O.W.L.s freshmen candidates, five days a week, except for half a day free on Thursday afternoon and Friday morning. The time was filled to the brim with courses.
However, there is still no self-study in the morning and evening, and no make-up classes on weekends.
"That's it..." Loren flicked the parchment without even frowning.
Thinking back to those days, he was once a figure who fought out of thousands of armies.
Click, click, click...
Hundreds of owls suddenly flew in from the upper windows and landed all over the auditorium, bringing letters and packages to their owners. At the same time, they also dropped raindrops covered with feathers on the heads of the breakfast eaters, startling the little ones. The wizard screamed.
Loren and the others all subscribed to newspapers. He hurriedly moved the orange juice aside to make room for the owl. After it put down a wet copy of the Daily Prophet, he put a copper nut on it. After entering the small leather purse on the owl's feet, the postman completed the handover and flapped his wings.
While they were reading the news from the wizarding world and understanding the developments in the outside world, Seamus put the last bite of bread into his mouth, dropped the buttered spoon, and wiped his mouth:
" The first section is Professor Binns' History of Magic. I'll go to the classroom to get a seat first. How about the seats in the back two rows, Harry? Looking at him, "Ah, oh, okay."
"See you later!" Simo grinned brightly, picked up his schoolbag, and ran out of the classroom quickly.
Harry slowly came back to his senses and smiled inexplicably: "See you later..."
If there were teaching evaluations at Hogwarts, History of Magic would definitely receive a unanimous vote. Voted the most boring class ever, their ghost teacher, Mr. Binns, speaks in a breathy drawl that would almost certainly put anyone to sleep within ten minutes, if it were the first class on a winter morning. , only five minutes is enough.
Fifth grade History of Magic is no exception. Professor Binns' class format is still the same as in previous years. He stands on the podium and reads the literature according to the lesson plan he left before his death, while the students are below. Taking notes, or to be more precise, scribbling in a notebook with a quill in my head in a daze.
The notes that looked like ghostly drawings were even more unimaginable than ancient runes. The person involved vaguely remembered that he had written down "In the early 18th century, goblins launched a rebellion." After class, he woke up from his sleep and found that There is a brutalist abstract painting drawn in the notebook.
After Professor Binns drawled about the Giant War for an hour, Hermione was the only one in the class who could resist Professor Binns' hypnotic power. The other students either started shaking their heads and pretending to be chickens pecking at rice, or started to get distracted.
Loren was minding his own business by flipping through the History of Magic textbooks and reading stories to pass the time. Harry and Ron were playing the executioner game in the corner of their notebooks.
The second period is Potions. As expected, Gryffindor and Slytherin are in class together.
Loren and Hermione were more active. They hurried across the cold wind-swept courtyard and entered the Potions classroom before most people, occupying a front-row seat.
He also saw Draco, surrounded by Slytherin people, showing off his prefect badge with his chest puffed out, but with a stern face trying to look modest, just barely His duplicity is written all over his face.
Harry and Ron looked lazy, with their collars raised and their heads hunched, and they walked slowly into the classroom to the ringing of the bell, only half a minute faster than Snape.
Snape's appearance has not changed much. His hair is still greasy and his face is gloomy. It seems that as long as he stands on the podium of this Potions classroom, he will always be the Potions professor and the Slytherin. Dean. The speech style was the same as in previous years, his tone was calm and without any waves, but his voice was like an aria.
"Quiet!"
Snape waved his wand and closed all the doors and windows. His voice echoed in the classroom: "Before starting class, I think it is necessary to remind you that next June you will There is an important exam coming up, where you will prove how much you have learned about the preparation and use of potions. Although there are several people in this class who are indeed mentally retarded, I hope you will all do well on your O.W.L. exams. Barely "passed"! "
"Of course, after this year, many of you will no longer be able to take my class. I only select the best students to enter my potion improvement class, which also means , there are some people we will have to say goodbye to. "
Feeling Snape's thoughtful gaze, Harry curled his lips and thought to himself that he would get good grades in the exam and come to the Potions class next year to make Snape sick.
But if you think about it carefully, forget it. It would be better to escape from Snape as soon as possible. There is no need to get entangled with him.
Harry raised his chin and stared back with the same profound gaze. He couldn't help but feel a vicious pleasure at the thought of giving up Potions next year.
Anyway, it's not because you can't get into the advanced class that you think so!
"Today, we are going to prepare a potion that often appears in ordinary wizard level examinations-the demulcent, which can calm and relieve irritability and anxiety. Please note that if you put the ingredients carelessly, it will It causes the person taking the drug to fall into a deep and sometimes irreversible lethargy, so you need to pay special attention to your behavior..."
If there were teaching evaluations at Hogwarts, Snape would definitely be elected as the most annoying professor, at least in Gryffindor House. I don't know if it was to prepare for the exam, but he talked about the theory part very quickly and in a few words. After explaining the potion in one sentence, the explanation of the principles of various materials and brewing techniques was even more perfunctory, claiming that similar potions had been explained before and would not be explained again.
Ten minutes into the class, Snape knocked on the blackboard and asked the students to start practicing.
"The ingredients and preparation methods are on the blackboard. The materials required for the potion are in the storage cabinet. The time limit is one and a half hours. Let's get started."
It just so happens that this potion is an intermediate potion. It is the most difficult and cumbersome process. The ingredients must be added to the crucible in strict order and quantity. The mixture must be stirred in strict accordance with the regulations. The quantity is strictly required, the stirring direction is strict, the temperature is strict, and the feeding timing is strict. It is accurate to the second.
Harry and Ron were sweating profusely from their work. Seamus frantically used the tip of his wand to poke the flames under his cauldron. Only Loren and Hermione in the class successfully prepared a qualified moderator. But I still got some nit-picky reviews.
(End of this chapter)