There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts. Some of them were wide and large, some were narrow and small and wobbly; 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 difficult to remember what was where, because everything seemed to be constantly moving. The people in the portrait kept visiting each other, and it was certain that even the armor could walk.
You can't do anything to the ghosts. Often when you were about to open a door, a ghost would jump out from behind the door and give you a fright. Bangs had been frightened countless times and was numb. Nearly Headless Nick was certainly happy to show the way for the new Gryffindor students; But if you're already late for class and you run into Peeves, who likes pranks, it'll be harder than two locked doors and a heavily armed staircase, and he'll do everything he can to make fun of you.
If there was anything worse than Peeves, it was Argus Filch, the caretaker. Filch had a cat called Mrs. Norris. It was a scrawny, gray-furred creature with bulging eyes like Filch's. It often patrolled the corridors alone. If a foul had been committed in front of him, he would have sprinted off to Filch, even if it had been one toe out. In two minutes, Filch would be running up, panting. Filch knew the secret passages in the school better than anyone (except perhaps the Weasley twins), and he could pop out like a ghost. His class hated him to the core, and many of them wanted to give his Mrs. Norris a good kick. Bangs himself tried, but the cat reacted too quickly and ran away. In the following days, Filch kept looking for the so-called cat attacker. Harry and Ron were elated at this.
Then, once you found a teacher, you would have to face the course itself. Bunce soon discovered that there was more to magic than waving his wand and saying a few incantations.
Every Wednesday night they were taken to the greenhouse behind the castle by a stout witch called Sprout to study Herbalism, to learn how to raise these strange plants and fungi, and to understand their uses.
The most boring course was probably History of Magic, the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had fallen asleep in front of the fire in the staffroom and had forgotten to bring his body to class the next morning, which showed how old he was. Professor Binns talked in a monotonous voice all the time, and the students scribbled down names and dates, confusing Murrick the Bad with Urik the Weird.
Charms were taught by an unusually small wizard, Professor Flitwick, who had to stand on a pile of books to reach his desk during lessons. At the start of the first lesson, he took out the roster to take attendance, and when it came to Harry Potter, he gave a shriek of excitement and fell to the ground and vanished.
Professor McGonagall was different from the other teachers. She was strict and clever, and she had given them a hard time as soon as they sat down for their first lesson.
"Transfiguration is the most complicated and dangerous spell you'll learn at Hogwarts.”she said."If anyone tries to be naughty in my class, I'll ask them to leave and never let them in again. I warned you."
Then she turned her desk into a pig and back again. The students were all attracted and could not wait to start learning, but they soon realized that it would take a long time to turn furniture into animals. After they took down a lot of complicated notes, she gave each of them a match and began to let them try to become a needle. Hermione Granger was the only one who had managed to change her match by the end of the lesson; Professor McGonagall showed the class how the match turned into a needle, and she had a very pointy end, and she gave Hermione a rare smile.
The class that everyone except Bunce was really looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts. But Professor Quirrell's lesson was almost a joke. His classroom reeked of garlic, and everyone said it was to drive away a vampire he had met in Romania, fearing that the vampire would come back for him. He told them that his big scarf was a gift from an African prince to thank him for helping him get rid of the zombie, but no one really believed his story. First, when Seamus Finnigan impatiently asked Professor Quirrell how he had defeated the zombie, the Professor went red and mumbled something about the weather; Secondly, they had noticed that his large scarf was also giving off a strange smell, and the Weasley twins insisted that it must have been stuffed with garlic as well. This way, no matter where Professor Quirrell went, he would have protection.
Friday was a crucial and wonderful day for Bangs and the others. They finally found the way to the restaurant for breakfast and didn't lose their way.
"What classes do we have today?" Harry asked Ron, half filling his porridge with sugar.
"Two Potions lessons with the Slytherins.”said Ron."Snape's the Head of Slytherin House. People say he's biased towards his students, but we'll see if that's true.”
"There's no need to look. I can guarantee that I'll definitely be biased to the point of making you jealous.”Bangs said as he ate his porridge.
"If only Professor McGonagall would side with us.”said Harry. Professor McGonagall was head of Gryffindor House, but she had still given them a mountain of homework yesterday.
Just say that the mail had arrived. Bangs was used to it now. But on the first day at breakfast, hundreds of owls suddenly flew into the dining room, which really startled him. The owls flew around the table until they found their owners and dropped letters or packages on their laps or on the table.
Harry's precious Hedwig had not brought him anything so far. Sometimes it would fly in to peck Harry's ear for a mouthful of toast, then fly back to the Owlery to sleep with the other school owls. This morning, however, it had swooped down between the jam tray and the sugar jug and placed a note on Harry's plate.
"Hagrid's invitation," Bangs said without raising his head.
said Harry, looking at Bunce in amazement."How did you know?"
"I know a lot, if you don't want Gryffindor to lose points in Potions. Just remember these: the water of life and death, the stomach of a cow, all are aconites.”Bance said.
"Why? What are these?" asked Harry.
"Don't ask too much. You'll know later.”Bunce pulled Ron, who was still wolfing down his food."Stop eating, do you want to look like Goyle?”
"What?" said Ron, glancing at Goyle, who was gorging himself at the Slytherin table.
"It's time to go to class, you good-for-nothing.”Bance said.
Potions was held in a dungeon. This place was colder than the main castle. Glass jars were placed along the walls, and various animal specimens were soaked in them.
Snape, like Flitwick, picked up the roster at the start of the lesson and, like Flitwick, stopped at Harry's name.
"Oh yes," he whispered."Harry Potter, this is our new-big name.”
Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle giggled behind their hands. When Snape had finished counting, he looked up at the class, his eyes as black as Hagrid's, but without Hagrid's warmth. His eyes were cold and empty, reminding you of two dark tunnels.
"You have come here to learn the precise science and rigor of Potion-making.”he said. His voice was slightly higher than a whisper, but everyone could hear every word he said clearly. Professor Snape, like Professor McGonagall, had the power to keep the classroom in order with little effort. "Since there's no foolish wand-waving here, a lot of you won't believe in magic. I do not expect you to truly understand the beauty of the smoke and the fragrance of the simmering cauldron, the mysterious power of the liquid that flows into the veins of men, that refreshes and bewilders the mind. I can teach you how to improve your reputation, brew your honor, even stop your death-but only if you are not the fools I often meet.”
After his brief introduction, the class fell silent. Bunce noticed that Harry and Ron were exchanging glances, while Hermione Granger had almost moved to the edge of her chair and leaned forward, looking as eager as a rabbit.
"Potter!" said Snape suddenly."What do I get if I add powdered narcissus root to the infusion of wormwood?”
"Oh, it's the Water of Life and Death." said Harry blankly.
Snape's mouth curled contemptuously.
"If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go?”
"In a cow's stomach? Sir." said Harry.
Snape continued to ask,"Then tell me, what's the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?”
"It's all monkshood." said Harry confidently.
"Sit down," he snarled at Harry."Why don't you write all this down?”
There was a sudden rustling of quills and parchment. The Potions lesson went on, and though Harry got it right thanks to Bunce, the Gryffindors were no better off. Snape divided them into groups of three and instructed them to mix a simple scabies potion. Snape dragged his very long black cloak around the room, watching them weigh dried hemp and crush snake fangs. Almost all the students were reprimanded except Malfoy, who seemed to be Snape's favorite. Just as he was showing them how perfectly Malfoy had steamed the horned slugs, a cloud of acidic green smoke and a loud sizzling sound rose from the dungeon. Neville had somehow managed to burn Seamus's hotpot into a crooked lump, and the contents of the pot spilled onto the flagstones. Bunce quickly pulled Harry and Ron onto a stool. Neville was soaked in the potion, and now his arms and legs were covered with red, swollen scabies that made him scream in pain.
"Idiot!" snarled Snape, sweeping away the spilled potion with a wave of his wand.
"I suppose you put the porcupine spikes in without taking the pot off the fire, didn't you?”
Neville sobbed, and even his nose was suddenly covered in scabies.
"Send him to the hospital ward upstairs.”Snape snapped at Seamus. Then he circled Bunce and the other two, who were still some distance away from Neville.
An hour later, they climbed up the stairs out of the dungeon, Harry looking very down.
"Cheer up," said Ron."Can we go with you to see Hagrid?”
At five to three they left the castle and crossed the fields. Hagrid lived in a small wooden hut on the edge of the forest, with a crossbow and a pair of rubber overshoes in front of the door.
As Harry knocked on the door, they heard a nervous struggle and several deep barks. Then came Hagrid's voice: "Back off, Fang, back off.”
Hagrid opened the door a crack to reveal his large, bearded face.
"Wait a moment." He said," Back off, Fang."
Hagrid let them in, clutching desperately at the collar of a large black hound.
There was only one room in the cabin. Ham and pheasant hung from the ceiling, and water was boiling in a brazier. There was a big bed in the corner, and the bed was made of rags.
"Don't stand on ceremony." said Hagrid, letting Fang go. Fang lunged at Bangs, who ducked out of the way and caught Ron behind him. Like Hagrid, Fang was clearly not as fierce as he looked.
"This is Bunce," said Harry, pointing at Bunce.
"Hello, Hagrid," Bangs said with a smile.
"It's you. How are you? Is Tom comfortable?" asked Hagrid concernedly.
"It's alright, but the price is a little expensive.”Bance said.
"You know each other?" said Harry and Ron in unison.
"Well, I picked Bunce up, just like I picked Harry up from Diagon Alley.”said Hagrid proudly.
"This is Ron," said Harry to Hagrid, who was busy pouring boiling water into a large teapot and putting rock cakes onto his plates.
"Another Weasley boy, eh?”said Hagrid, glancing at Ron's fat face. "In order to drive the twins out of the forest, I spent almost half of my life.”
Bangs knew the hardness of the rock cakes, so he didn't touch them. Harry and Ron, however, pretended to be very fond of it as they told Hagrid about the lessons of the past few days. Fang had put his head on Harry's knee, and his robes were wet with saliva.
They were delighted to hear Hagrid call Filch "that old git".
"As for the cat, Mrs. Norris. I really want to introduce her to my Fang one day. You know, every time I go to school, he follows me wherever I go. I can't shake him off. Filch must have made him do it.”
Harry told Hagrid about Snape's lesson and told Hagrid that Snape seemed to hate him. Hagrid, like Ron, told Harry not to worry, because Snape had hardly ever liked any of his students.
"How's your brother Charlie?" Hagrid asked Ron. "I like him very much-he has a way with animals.”
Even Ron knew Hagrid was changing the subject. As Ron was telling Hagrid about Charlie's work on dragons, Harry finally found a small piece of paper under the teapot warmer, a cut from the Daily Prophet.
"Hagrid!" said Harry."The Gringotts break-in happened on my birthday, so we probably happened to be there when it happened!”
There was no doubt that Hagrid did not dare to meet Harry's eyes this time. He grunted and handed Harry another rock cake.
When the three of them walked back to the castle for dinner, their pockets were so full of rock cakes that they were too polite to refuse. Harry kept talking about the Gringotts theft on the way and told Bunce his analysis.
"Your worries are unnecessary. Study hard and don't think about blind things.”Bangs lectured as he and Ron threw away the rock pancakes.
"Bance is right. This is not something you and I need to worry about. This damn cake, my teeth are about to fall out.”Ron grumbled.
"Aren't we letting Hagrid down by doing this?”said Harry, flipping out the cake and throwing it away.
"Are you going to eat this? Oh Merlin, you're not thinking of pulling teeth, are you?”Ron joked.
"Let's go. I'm a little hungry.”Bance said.
"Don't go so fast. Wait for me.”Harry shouted.
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