, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Harry was scolded and told several times, 'Don't tell anyone else! ’ Finally, he lay on the bed depressedly and fell asleep with confusion.
Because I didn't tell him at all what it meant to talk to a snake! This is like asking you to guess a riddle without giving you the answer. In every sense, it is a very bad and maddening behavior, but Harry cannot force him to spit out the answer.
"Okay, anyway, now I know three things." Lying on the bed with a long bed tent, Harry organized his thoughts facing the top of the bed that turned dark blue in the dark night, "One, I can speak snake language, And this is not Nina’s fault. Secondly, snakes actually have a language system. Thirdly, this seems to be very unusual in the wizarding world. Well, to add on, wizards can’t speak to animals freely.”
From this point of view, half of the fairy tales Charles told him when he was a child were lies. Harry turned over in frustration, luckily he had once smugly analyzed that the bird that ate the crumbs in "Candy House" was definitely sent by the man-eating witch.
He just fell asleep in depression and miraculously slept until dawn.
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The breakfast table at Hogwarts is actually quite rich, and the best part is that there seems to be an unlimited supply of food. It is difficult for even a gryffindor to grab food, let alone two or three kittens.
When Harry sat down in the auditorium with his schoolbag, Zhang Qiu was sitting in yesterday's seat, struggling with a piece of bacon that was difficult to cut. When she saw Harry sitting down neatly opposite her with a refreshed face, she was very happy. surprise:
"Good morning, Harry - you woke up really early, I thought you needed to catch up on jet lag."
"Good morning, Qiu - if you have jet lag, you'll be fine before I come." Harry greeted the senior next to her again, "Good morning, senior Anna."
"Good morning," Anna smiled sweetly at the boy, "Did you sleep well last night, Harry?"
Harry wanted to say that I was very depressed about the question of what Parseltongue meant, but since I told him so seriously, he naturally knew that he couldn't talk about it outside, so he had to change his answer: "Well... it's okay, but I'm a little bit I was curious about today’s class schedule, so I went to bed a little late.”
"Did you successfully return that dog yesterday?" Zhang Qiu worked hard to cut off a piece of bacon, stuffed it into his mouth, and then asked after eating, "I have never seen such a big dog."
"I gave it back," Harry said with regrets about the dog. He actually liked dogs. "The person who carried the baggage mistakenly thought it was my dog. After returning it, it was scolded."
"Hi Harry," he walked through the gap between W and Gryffindor and sat down on the seat directly behind Harry, "Good morning!"
"...God, your..." Harry was shocked when he saw it, "Did you stay up late yesterday?"
"Hmm, it's just a review. I've memorized all the first-grade textbooks," he said nervously and confidently, "I don't believe I can't keep up with the progress of students from magical families."
"Oh, actually, you don't have to worry about it at all." Senior Sister R, who is also the prefect of this year's W class, shook her head and said to Harry and several nervous-looking freshmen around him, "Because even if you are from a wizarding family, it is very difficult for you to worry about it. It’s hard for any child who loves learning to take up first-grade classes and drop them.”
"For example, Ron can't even use a spell?" asked.
A boy named Boot smiled and nodded: "I prove - my cousin is like this. Reading is too boring for him, and potions are too scary for him, so he spent the few years of freedom before entering school reading. Quidditch, and play Quidditch."
"Speaking of which, Qiu, are you going to apply for Seeker this year?" r asked Zhang Qiu, who was holding an apple in both hands and nibbling on it, "Have you bought a broom?"
The little Chinese girl nodded: "Although my mother thought it was very dangerous, she finally agreed - because my grades in the flying class and the spell class last year were pretty good, and she and I promised that I would not be hurt."
r nodded: "That's good. After all, our last seeker said he has nothing to do anymore - and he has to prepare for owl, and he really can't participate in training anymore... Oh, by the way, Harry, this is for you, you guys take turns Pass it on.”
Harry nodded quickly, put down his fork, took the dozen parchments in her hand, and handed them to the classmates around him in order. When he looked carefully, he found that it was a class schedule.
"Our first class is...Charms?" Harry looked towards the teacher's chair, "Our dean seems..."
"Yes, he teaches the Charms class." Zhang Qiu said with a smile, "So, Harry - you have to behave well. If Professor Flitwick's Charms class doesn't reach 0, you can't be a therapist."
Last night in the common room, the seniors had a friendly conversation with the juniors. When asked how he was sorted, Harry's reason was that he 'wanted to be a therapist', and when he described it carefully , the reason "I don't want to be a gryffindor and be picked on by Snape" also made a lot of seniors laugh. A group of girls came over to rub his head, thinking he was so cute.
"Wow, Gryffindor has a Potions class today," a first-year girl from W looked at her sister's class schedule in Gryffindor and opened her mouth, "We won't have it until tomorrow."
Indeed, Harry looked at the class schedule. It seemed that due to the characteristics of the college, the first-year class schedule was not very compact, or in other words, it became more compact day by day. Friday had the most classes, but today there were only two classes. So Even the Charms and Transfiguration classes were taken with Slytherin.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but look at the long table where he was sitting - but unfortunately, he probably got up too early and hasn't come yet.
"Good morning, Harry," Neville hugged his schoolbag, followed by a sleepy Ron, and squeezed over in a friendly manner and sat next to him, "Good morning."
"Good morning, Neville." As soon as he put down a glass of pumpkin juice, Neville was startled, "...What's wrong with you!"
Neville sighed worriedly, his eye circles were still red, and the dark circles were even scarier: "My uncle said that if I can't be the first to complete the spell every time - he will beat me when I get home. But yesterday I I tried it all night, but I just couldn't use a single spell!"
Harry looked at the two of them speechlessly, unable to tell which one of them was crazier, so he had to turn back silently, finished the last bite of breakfast, then picked up his schoolbag and went to find the way - after all, Hogwarts is a place with so many stairs.
…………
Unlike American classes, Hogwarts classes do not force students to sit where they should sit. Harry said, it is more like a university situation - the teacher talks in the front, and the students sit with their best friends below, chattering. Everything is very free.
He arrived late one minute before class - and he walked towards Harry quite self-consciously as soon as he entered the classroom. Slytherin didn't know what happened today, at least Harry rarely saw them going to class in groups today. .
"Please move your seat - he is not a spell book, what's the use of asking him!" He lazily said to the girl next to Harry, who had been asking Harry in an admiring tone what spells he knew. , and whether he knew the type of spell, which made him quite embarrassed. After sitting down next to him, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Why are you here so late."
"Thanks to you, I almost didn't sleep all night." He said numbly.
"...So this is my fault?" Harry really wanted to roll his eyes.
"Of course," he said, asking his two big followers to sit in the back row of him, taking out his wand and books and putting them on the table, and then complained to the timetable he just got, "Damn it, why are we Are you taking potions class with a gryffindor?"
Harry also leaned over and took a look, which was quite incredible - it was as if the school still thought the two colleges were not noisy enough. After all, he heard that Snape was quite partial, and it was said that he had received several complaints. However, he heard that Snape was very partial. My sister said that it seemed like they were all ignored by the school.
The person who teaches the magic spell is Professor Flitwick, the dean of W College. Zhang Qiu had told Harry in a low voice that the dean had goblin blood, so he was very short, and he was very distressed about this.
But relatively speaking, he has a relatively long lifespan, pure magic power, and excellent spell talent. His short stature is just a minor blemish on his life resume, and he has a good temper and is very popular among students. .
In the first class, he explained some basics of spells, which were very detailed and easy to understand. Harry and I were both taking notes. To be honest, Harry was quite surprised. After all, he didn't seem like a good student. Harry had to forget about science for the time being, otherwise, if you keep remembering Muggle tricks, you should stop being a wizard.
At the end of the course, he taught a very simple mantra - clear water like a spring.
"To be honest," Harry asked in confusion while packing his things, "Why do we learn Latin spells, but wizards don't teach children Latin from an early age?"
And it seems that there is no Latin dictionary on the book list. Harry swallowed the words.
"What's the problem?" he asked impatiently.
"Many people can't pronounce the spell correctly," Harry looked around and whispered, "What if, I mean what if, they test the spell in private, but they can't pronounce it correctly, and there's an accident?"
"Oh, it's just like what you said," he sneered, showing his superiority in this, "For those who know how to recite spells, it's just a matter of time - but for those who don't understand, it's just a matter of time." The test spells blew themselves up a lot, but they didn't even know whether the spells they recited before this were correct or not. Do you think they dare?"
...It seems that is indeed the case.
Harry nodded and finally cleared his things, so he took his schoolbag and walked towards the classroom door with him, intending to rush to the next class, while Harry was chatting: "Guess what, before I came here today, I saw Gryffindor Two idiots can't find their way to the Transfiguration Classroom and are almost late."
"Don't gloat - just tell them the road won't work."
"You're dreaming-" She rolled her eyes at him.
Their footsteps stopped at the door of the classroom - and they could not move forward.
Because there are many students lingering at the door of the classroom - just like how easy it is to get W's class schedule. They looked here with curiosity, their eyes focused on one point, and that was Harry - or Harry's forehead.
But when they really looked at it, they were all disappointed.
"..." Looking at Harry's seemingly smooth forehead speechlessly, "Harry, where did you get your makeup?!"
"Ah? My aunt gave it to me," Harry blinked. "That scar is quite ugly. My aunt said you must cover it when you go out."
And now it seems that my aunt is so prophetic. Harry thought.
"I think we'd better leave quickly," he said with a mocking and contemptuous look, scanning everyone who came to see the 'Boy Who Lived'. "If we don't leave quickly, someone might come up and take a look. Look at your covered scar——"
As he said that, he pulled Harry and strode out. The people he said were embarrassed all gave way, and a spacious road was still cleared, which made Harry feel amazing.
"How famous am I?" he asked again.
"Your name is in history books and fairy tale books. There is a statue of you somewhere. No senior official in the Ministry of Magic dares to lay a finger on you - are you satisfied?"
"...Sounds like I'm just a commemorative medal."
"Thank you for your accurate assessment, Harry - you are the one."
