The result of this laissez-faire is...
The next day he heard more outrageous rumors.
A first grader mastered the magic that only a third grader can do in just one day, and he is already studying magic on his own. Some even say that he has started to study black magic...
Noah: “…”
Isn’t the latter one a bit too much? Not even a Slytherin can practice black magic openly, and he’s only a first-year student!
These outrageous rumors once made Noah calm for nearly ten years.
Seeing more and more expressions falling on him, Noah ate breakfast in a hurry and decisively left the auditorium.
The reason is today's Potions Club.
Yes, today is already Saturday, the activity day of the Potion Club.
Thanks to his wise decision earlier, he had an excuse to stay away from the crowds and the growing gazes on Saturday.
While everyone was eating and there were not many people wandering around the castle, Noah came to the classroom.
Classroom No. 5, the activity room of the Potions Club, is a class in the basement, yes, in the basement.
From this point of view, Professor Snape is definitely a true Slytherin, after all, he seems to have a special liking for dank dungeons.
Maybe it's because the cold and damp basement is suitable for storing potions.
But at this moment, Noah was sincerely glad that Professor Snape liked dungeons. After all, there were few people, and it was rare for students to wander around in the dungeons. Even Slytherins were rare.
So at the moment, there was only Noah at the door of Professor No. 5. Professor Snape, who was accustomed to this, didn't even bother to set up a security guard on the door. There were no fancy portraits, no stone statues, and no passwords.
You just need to push the door open and go straight in.
Noah had reason to suspect that there were too few members in the club and there was no need for these...
Pushing open the door and walking in, you will see a dark classroom. Even the curtains are drawn tightly. The already dark classroom now has an opaque atmosphere.
Fortunately, as Noah opened the door, the fire hanging on the wall ignited itself, bringing some light to the classroom.
But there are really only a few, the kind that can barely see things clearly.
Noah: “…”
It can be used as a haunted house by changing the decoration.
I always feel that reading here is quite taxing on the eyes.
To be honest, he really wanted to open the curtains now, but he vaguely felt that they would probably be closed when Professor Snape came, so he simply gave up the idea.
Glancing at the book in his hand, he took out his wand and said, "Luminescent flash."
After reciting the illuminating spell, the tip of his wand immediately lit up with a bright white light. This light was not much, and it was condensed into a small ball, just like a small watt electric lamp.
It just can't be separated from the wand, and it can only continue to illuminate by holding the wand.
So why can't wizards invent a spell that takes the source of light away from the wand.
Noah sometimes feels that the magic in this world is quite "backward", but in some aspects it is unreasonable.
But magic itself doesn't make much sense.
He held up his wand resignedly and used the fluorescent spell as a light source to continue reading, and he quickly became immersed in it.
Finally he was awakened by the sound of the door opening.
Someone pushed open the classroom door, and there were two little witches talking and laughing.
They didn't notice Noah at first, but when they came in, they found Noah looking sideways, holding a wand.
Those silver-gray eyes reflected cold metallic light under the firelight and weak fluorescence. They looked inhumanly cold, which startled the two people standing at the door.
"Hug, I'm sorry..." It wasn't just a situation, anyway, the two of them subconsciously apologized and subconsciously wanted to withdraw.
Noah dispersed the lighting spell on his wand and called to the two of them: "Hello, I am the new member of the club this year, first-year Noah Lannister."
"Ah?" The two of them were confused for a moment before they realized what they were talking about, "Newcomer?"
There are new people joining this year? He looks like a freshman!
The eyes of the two little witches looking at Noah changed instantly, as if they were looking at some rare creature.
"Hello, I'm Liva Field, third grade."
"I'm Sheila Best, third grade."
The two witches were both Ravenclaws. They looked at Noah curiously for a few times and then withdrew their gaze, found a seat, put down the book, and began to murmur in a low voice.
Noah didn't listen to what they were discussing, he just raised his wand again and continued to cast the lighting spell and read.
This is a book about potions, which he borrowed from the library. It contains a lot of knowledge about potions, which is deeper and more useful than the knowledge in the first-grade textbook.
But they are still some simple potions, without any advanced potion knowledge.
This is also the reason why Noah chose to join the Potions Club. Most of the advanced potions are in the forbidden book area. Before he could find a way to get the approval slip for the banned books, he could only start with the professor.
The two little witches subconsciously kept quiet after noticing that Noah had started reading a book again, and joined in the reading process.
So there was a scene in the classroom of three little wizards holding lighting spells while reading.
Snape opened the door and walked in: "..."
Snape gently raised his wand, and the firelight on the wall instantly shot up, increasing the brightness of the entire classroom by the minute.
His gloomy gaze swept across, and the three young wizards immediately removed the lighting spell.
"Are there just the three of you?" Snape withdrew his gaze, walked to the lectern and sat down. He took out a few stacks of parchment scrolls and ink from his wide sleeves, then leaned on the table and started writing, holding it here. It looks like an office.
It seemed that he planned to wait for everyone to arrive before speaking.
The other two little Ravenclaw witches were not surprised and continued to read. While reading, they were also writing quickly on the parchment. They didn't know if they were doing some homework or writing notes.
Noah continued reading the book silently.
After waiting for twenty minutes, everyone in the club finally arrived.
Including Noah, without the professor, the entire club has a total of twelve members. The total number of club members from all grades in the four colleges is only twelve.
Less than Noah imagined.
Professor Snape glanced at the classroom: "It's ten minutes later than I expected. It's a holiday, so are your brains also slow?"
The familiar venom came out of his mouth, and the students below were used to it and showed no dissatisfaction.
The students who were late even apologized honestly: "Sorry, Professor."
Anyway, just apologize first. Anyway, their professors are just venomous and rarely punish them directly.
