There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts, some large and wide, some narrow and small, and they swayed; Some went to different places every Friday; Some of the steps would suddenly disappear halfway up, and you had to remember where to jump. Besides, there were many doors here. If you didn't ask them to open them politely, or poke them in the right places, they wouldn't open the door for you. There were also some doors that were not real doors at all. They were just solid walls that looked like doors. It was not easy to remember what was and where, because everything seemed to be constantly moving, and the people in the portraits were constantly exchanging visits.
When he got up in the morning, Harry had already scanned the entire Hogwarts with his spiritual sense and had a general understanding of the school's distribution. However, as a first-year student, it was too suspicious for him to find his own classroom on the first day of school. Therefore, Harry only smiled from beginning to end as he watched Ron, who had volunteered to lead the way, go from confident to frustrated and upset. When Ron looked at him, he gave him an " I have confidence in you " expression, encouraging him to continue to work hard to find the way to the classroom.
Ron's face was very close to his hair color when he passed the corridor where the Charms classroom was for the third time, and Neville was panting behind him, looking as though he was considering leaving them alone. People passing in the corridors looked back at Harry again and again, pointing, and now and then a gasp came from the crowd. Harry, feeling a bit troubled and feeling that it was almost time for class, called out to Ron before he reached the forbidden corridor.
"Ron, I think I just saw some Gryffindors go that way.”
Ron breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his face, and said,"Oh... yes, I think it's that way too.”
The three of them were the last to arrive in the Charms classroom, and under the watchful eyes of many, Harry, Ron, and Neville sat at the back of the row. The students in front of them looked back at them now and then, and someone called out to Harry. Harry said "Good morning" several times, his face slightly red, and Neville had barely caught his breath when a small professor pushed open the door and entered.
The classroom quieted down. The professor stood at the door and looked at the list in his hand."Seamus? Finnigan, please come forward."
Seamus stepped forward, a little stunned. The Professor smiled at him and said,"Please help me put some books in front of the desk-I've asked several times for a lower desk, Dumbledore's probably forgotten again.”
Seamus stifled a laugh, pulled out a few thick, heavy books from a corner in the front of the classroom, and placed them in front of the desk. The Professor nodded at him and said,"Thank you, you may return to your seat. Three points for Gryffindor.”
Seamus returned to his seat amid friendly laughter, and a boy next to him patted him on the shoulder and winked at him. []
Harry thought the little professor was simply adorable; he had given Gryffindor three points for nothing when he could have used the Levitation Charm to carry his own books. The freshmen forgot their nervousness and relaxed in the laughter. They looked at the professor who finally reached the podium with happy expressions.
Silence returned to the classroom. He looked at the students with satisfaction and said,"Hello, I'm Flitwick," he said, and with a wave of his wand, his golden name appeared in the air, flashed and vanished like fireworks, and the students began to look at him eagerly.
"I'll be in charge of Charms from now on.”said Professor Flitwick."Before that, we should get to know each other. I'll call the roll next-Dean? Thomas!"
A boy stood up and bowed slightly to Professor Flitwick.
His right hand under his chin, Harry was memorizing names as he flipped through the pages of The Standard Book of Spells, First Level. Ron leaned forward slightly and leapt to his feet when his name was called. Professor Flitwick looked startled, nodded at him to sit down, looked at the list again, and read,"Harry? Potter..."
He suddenly let out a strange cry, swayed a little, and disappeared.
Harry closed his book, stood up helplessly, and received another salute from the laughter of the whole room.
Professor Flitwick reappeared in front of the desk, his hair slightly disheveled and his eyes shining at Harry. When Harry bowed to him, he tilted again and narrowly avoided falling again.
This guy's so funny, Harry thought, as he sat down, he wondered how he'd become Head of Ravenclaw. She had completely forgotten that she was praising him in her heart just now.
When they were done, Professor Flitwick put away the list and said,"In Charms you will learn all kinds of common charms. Before I begin, I must remind you that whatever spell you are using, you must enunciate it clearly-a wizard once turned his house into a reservoir while chanting a Cleansing Charm.”
"You'll learn things like Levitation Charms-" Professor Flitwick said, waving his wand in a shaking hand."Wingardim Leviosa-"
The toad in Neville's arms floated into the air at his exclamation and flew around the room as the students began to applaud. When Toad returned to Neville's arms, he said with a pained expression,"Oh... my poor Trevor-" Harry shook off the goosebumps and turned his attention back to Professor Flitwick.
"Or…split apart…"
Hermione, who was sitting in the front row, suddenly realized that her book had been torn into pieces and let out a low cry of surprise.
"Oh, don't worry, Miss Granger, your book is fine," said Professor Flitwick, smiling."And there's another spell, very useful-fix it as it is-"
When everyone saw that the book had become brand new again, the applause and cheers in the classroom reached its peak.
Professor Flitwick waved his hand and said,"Of course, with your current abilities, I'm afraid it will take some time before you can learn these spells. Please open your textbooks, we'll practice a few simple ones first.”
In the first Charms lesson, they had learned "Loud Voices," a spell that turned the throat into a loudspeaker-Harry's ears hurt; There was also 'Silent', which allowed him to do things without making any sound.
It was Harry's first time using a wand (thanks to that damned no magic outside school rule!) Harry cursed the person who had made the rule.），But these two spells were too simple for him. Before the class ended, Professor Flitwick was pleasantly surprised by his perfect performance. He immediately added ten points to Gryffindor. He did not praise him for inheriting his parents 'intelligence and excellence. When Harry shyly said that he still needed to work harder, he began to praise his modesty and politeness.
After class, Neville's eyes sparkled with adoration as he looked at him and said,"Harry, you're amazing! Earning ten points for Gryffindor in the first lesson!”
Harry lowered his head and said embarrassedly,"This is nothing."
said Ron gloomily,"Those two spells are very simple-Neville, is your toad all right?”
Neville felt his bulging pockets and said,"Yes, it shouldn't be a big problem. It just doesn't look energetic. Maybe it was frightened just now? However, at least it is very quiet now. I believe that it will not run around everywhere in the future.”
Harry didn't hold out much hope.
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Every Wednesday night was the time to study astronomy. Harry and the others would climb the Astronomy Tower under the guidance of Professor Sinista. They would observe the sky with a telescope and learn the names and trajectories of different stars. There were three herbology classes a week, and Pomona was teaching this class. Professor Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff, was a short, stout witch who looked very amiable. In the greenhouse behind the castle, they could learn how to cultivate those strange plants and fungi and understand their uses.
The history of magic course was the most boring. The only ghost teacher, Professor Binns, used a hypnotic voice to recite the great contribution that a famous wizard had made to the development of magic a long time ago. The students yawned and memorized the names and dates. The most energetic one was Hermione. She was actually listening to a story with great interest while quickly making notes on the already dense parchment. Harry, too, was wagging his head contentedly as he flipped through Weird Magical Puzzles and Their Solution. A pink blue quill in front of him was slowly recording the key points of Professor Binns on the parchment. From time to time, he would stop and twist it, dip it in the ink pool, and then continue to work.
In the garlic-reeking Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Professor Quirrell's performance disappointed everyone who had been expecting him, and after a few jokes, the students turned listlessly through Dark Powers: Guide to Self-Defense. Even Hermione was starting to get impatient. She continued to flip through her book without taking out her quill.
Professor McGonagall gave them a hard time in Transfiguration as soon as they sat down.
"Transfiguration is the most complicated and dangerous spell you'll be taught at Hogwarts," she said."Anyone who tries to cause trouble in my class will be asked to leave and never to return. I warned you."
Then she transformed the desk into a pink piglet-Harry suddenly missed his cousin Dudley, and wondered what had happened to his tail-and transformed it back again, and the students were all fascinated and eager to start learning. But they soon realized that it would be a long time before they could reach Professor McGonagall's level.
After taking a lot of notes, Professor McGonagall gave each of them a match and told them to try turning it into a needle. By the end of the lesson, Hermione's match had changed a little-it looked silver, though the other end had not sharpened. Professor McGonagall gave her a rare smile, nodded at her, and walked back to Harry.
In front of Harry was a standard silver needle.
Professor McGonagall put on her glasses and asked in disbelief,"This…this is the match from earlier?”
Harry saw that everyone in the room was attracted by Professor McGonagall's words and said shyly,"Yes, Professor,"
Professor McGonagall gave him a stern look. Seeing that he didn't look guilty, she softened her expression and said in a gentle tone,"Now, Potter, you'll give the class a demonstration.”
Harry turned the silver needle back into the shape of a match, and with a gasp, back into silver, and looked expectantly at Professor McGonagall's smiling face.
"Very good!" Professor McGonagall raised her voice, which was rare, and said happily,"Gryffindor, ten points.”
Hermione looked at the silver needle in frustration. Neville's eyes were filled with admiration. If Harry told him that raising toads would affect his intelligence, he would throw Trevor away without hesitation. Ron gave Harry an admiring look and sighed at his match.
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