Tuesday morning was Charms, and the teacher was Professor Flitwick, an unusually small wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to reach the desk.
When the first lesson began, he took out the roll call and when Harry's name was read, he screamed with excitement and fell to the ground and disappeared.
Every Wednesday night, they use telescopes to observe the starry sky and learn the names of different stars and the paths of planets.
Three times a week, they were taken by a short and fat witch named Sprout to the greenhouse behind the castle to study herbalism, learn how to cultivate these strange plants and fungi, and understand their uses.
I don't know why, but this class made Tiera particularly excited.
Harry noticed that Tiera would chase Professor Sprout and ask questions after every get out of class.
At first, Professor Sprout would answer with joy, but gradually, Harry could feel a hint of helplessness in the tone of this kind fat witch.
Probably the most annoying subject was History of Magic, the only one taught by a ghost. I remember that Professor Binns fell asleep in front of the fireplace in the faculty lounge and forgot to take his body with him when he went to class the next morning. This shows that Professor Binns is indeed very old.
Professor Binns lectured in a monotonous voice while the students scribbled down names and dates, confusing Merik the Evil and Ulric the Weird.
Even Tiera was not as serious in this class as in other subjects. Tiera, who was sitting next to Harry, had been reading a book called "Introduction to Alchemy", which made Harry feel dizzy.
Because the class was so boring, Harry didn't bring any other books to read, and he couldn't understand the books Tiera brought.
So Harry had to lie sideways on the table and stare at Tiera.
Tiera is very beautiful.
Harry had to admit this. At an age when all children didn't like to be clean and were either dirty or messy, Tiera's hair was always meticulously combed and her face was as clean as a beautiful porcelain doll.
More like it when he was reading, Harry thought.
Tiera usually always raises the corners of her mouth slightly, with a faint smile.
But when he was concentrating on reading, his face would instantly become expressionless, even a little stiff.
Only then did Harry discover Tiera's quirks when reading.
In addition to staring at the book, Tiera's hands seemed to be crossing every line and every word in the book.
"Since you are so boring..." Tiera looked up suddenly, took out a dozen neatly folded parchments from her bag, spread them out and placed them on Harry's desk.
"Why don't you memorize this Potions Note?" Tiera said, "This is some common sense knowledge I have summarized during the month of summer vacation. There is a Potions class on Friday, since we have never been exposed to it before. For magic, you should work harder than others."
"Bezoar? Beef stomach? What is this?"
Although Tiera's notes are very concise and neatly written, each knowledge point is on a line, with huge spaces between lines, and different key points are marked with different colors of ink.
But Harry was still dizzy.
But there is also interesting knowledge. For example, narcissus root powder and mugwort can be combined to form a very powerful sleeping pill called water of life and death.
Harry was wondering whether he should give his cousin Dudley a drink and then lie to him that it was a bubble drink.
It was almost Friday, and Harry and Ron finally found their way to the dining room for breakfast without getting lost on the moving stairs.
"What classes do we have today?" Harry asked Ron as he put sugar into his cereal.
"Take two Potions classes with the Slytherin students." Ron said with his mouth full of oil. Tiera and Hermione were reading next to them. If Harry and Ron had any problems with their homework, they would be very happy to Willing to answer, but they won't answer this kind of question.
"Snape is the headmaster of Slytherin House. They say he favors his students. Now we can see if this is true."
"I hope Professor McGonagall will also favor us," Harry said. Professor McGonagall is the Head of Gryffindor House, but she still left them a lot of homework yesterday.
Just then, the mail arrived.
Harry was used to it by now. But during breakfast on the first day, a hundred owls suddenly flew into the restaurant, which really startled him.
The owls flew around the dinner table until they found their respective owners, dropping letters or packages into their laps.
Tiera silently stuffed the half fried egg left on the plate into her mouth, while Hermione drank the glass of juice next to her as soon as she heard the first owl hoot. Prevent the owl from hitting them.
So far, Hedwig hadn't brought Harry anything.
Sometimes it would fly in and peck Harry's ears, ask for a small bite of toast, and then fly back to the owl house to sleep with the other owls on campus.
But this morning, it fluttered down between the jam plate and the sugar bowl and placed a note on Harry's plate. Harry opened the note immediately.
It was written in very sloppy handwriting:
Dear Harry,
I know you don't have class on Friday afternoon. I wonder if you can come over and have tea with me around three o'clock in the afternoon? I'd like to know how your first week goes. Please let Hedwig give me a reply.
Hagrid
Harry borrowed a quill from Ron and hurriedly wrote on the back of the note:
"Okay, I'd love to. See you later."
Then let Hedwig fly away.
Fortunately, Harry still looked forward to having tea with Hagrid, because Potions was the class that Harry hated the most after entering Hogwarts.
At the opening party, Harry felt that Professor Snape didn't like him, so Harry behaved very well during this class and arrived at the classroom ten minutes early.
Potions class is held in a dark classroom in the basement of Hogwarts.
It's cold and humid here, and there are rows of glass jars along the wall with rows of animal specimens soaked in them.
Like Flitwick, Snape picked up the register as soon as class began, and like Flitwick, always paused when Harry's name was called.
"Oh, yes." Snape whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our new arrival! A famous character."
Harry always felt that there was something sinister in Snape's tone.
"You are here to learn the precise science and art of potion-making." Snape's voice was barely above a whisper, but everyone heard every word he said.
Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the intimidating power to keep a classroom in order with little effort.
"Since there's no silly waving of wands here, many of you won't believe this is magic. I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of a simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrant aromas wafting out. You will not truly understand the miraculous magic that flows into people's blood vessels, which makes people feel dizzy and blur their will... I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death, but there must be one thing, that is, you are not me Only the stupid fools you often encounter.”
After he finished his fascinating opening remarks, the class fell silent.
Harry and Ron raised their eyebrows and exchanged glances.
Hermione Granger moved almost to the edge of her chair and leaned forward, seemingly eager to prove that she was not a stupid fool.
Tiera seemed to be the only one in the entire classroom who remained unmoved, remaining as calm as a porcelain doll with an expressionless face.
"Potter!" said Snape suddenly, "what would I get if I added narcissus root powder to a mugwort infusion?"
