"There are always people who say that history is useless. If someone around you says this to you on any day, then I suggest you stay away from him, because there is a high probability that this person is a hopeless idiot."
In the classroom, a chubby older teacher with a walrus-like beard humorously delivered the opening remarks of the History of Magic class on the podium, while there were only five children sitting here listening to the lecture.
The ground was trembling slightly, which meant that the carriage did not stop. Unless there were special circumstances, it would always move the school everywhere in the UK.
"I have met many idiots like this before. They ridiculed that studying history is not even meaningful enough to study how to clean slugs. The so-called historians are a bunch of idle people looking for trouble."
"But the meaning of history alone is far better than any kind of magic. What it records is ourselves, because we ourselves have always existed in the long river of history. And in another Hogwarts, they One of the most important ways to erase the human rights of Muggle students is to erase all records about Muggle wizards in the history of magic."
Slughorn tapped the blackboard with the wand in his hand, and white letters slowly emerged on the black panel.
"Today is your first class at Hogwarts. We will not learn those boring chronicles first. Compared with those, I think the 'History of the Creation of Hogwarts' may be more interesting to you."
The textbooks used by Jon and the others are all second-hand. This is not because Hogwarts has no money to buy them new ones, but because it is estimated that no bookstores in the wizarding world will sell such normal history of magic textbooks anymore.
Seven years ago, the textbooks used by magic school students every day have become banned books. The Ministry of Magic has banned any publisher from printing and publishing them, so the books they use now are textbooks left by the previous senior students.
The former Head of Slytherin's lectures were not rigid, and even the boring history of magic became more interesting in his words.
He told how wizards were persecuted nearly ten centuries ago. At that time, young wizards with magical powers did not dare to reveal their specialness, and no one taught them magic to channelize them. As a result, the magic power in their bodies was constantly suppressed. , and finally turned into a terrible monster.
In this era, four great wizards gathered together, built a castle beside the mountains and lakes, and founded the first magic school in Europe.
The original purpose of this school was to give every child with magical powers the opportunity to learn magic.
The hour and a half class passed quickly, and the next herbal medicine class was still indoors.
Pushing a door open from the corridor, there is a room with two rows of wooden shelves. The wooden shelves are filled with dragon skin gloves and protective clothing. There are five doors on the wall opposite the entrance. The house numbers of "Greenhouse 1~5" are marked on the door.
After entering Greenhouse No. 1, this is a room with a transparent ceiling. You can see the blue sky outside without any obstruction and let the sunlight shine in.
Professor McGonagall had been waiting for them here before they arrived.
"I am not a full-time expert on herbalism. My knowledge base on this topic is far inferior to that of my predecessor, the late Professor Sprout. But the basic knowledge about magical plants is not that great. Too profound. If any of you are extremely talented in this field in the future, I can be a guide. If you have any thoughts or doubts about herbal medicine, you can come to me to discuss it. But even so, I will not ask you for anything. Relaxation, it may even be much more rigorous than the Transfiguration class.”
In the green greenhouse, Professor McGonagall taught them with a serious look on the functions and habits of these magical plants, and how to cultivate them in a hands-on manner.
As she said, perhaps because she took on the role of herb teacher in her friend's place, Professor McGonagall was much more strict in the greenhouse class.
Ron, who was a little careless and made many mistakes, was scolded by her. In the second half of the class, he became frightened. His hands wearing dragon skin gloves were cautious even if he just touched a leaf.
After the morning classes, lunch was still held in the same restaurant as breakfast.
Because there are no branches, the students on the carriage sit together according to grade. The food on each table is the same, arranged by the class schedule. There are no cooking classes for the senior students in the second half of the morning.
"I heard that today's lunch was made by George and Fred of their grade."
At the dinner table, Ron looked at a sausage on the plate with a look of disgust.
"This must be Fred's work. He also cooks sausages like this at home. They are all burnt. Every time Ginny scolds her loudly, he always makes excuses and says that he likes to eat like this."
Jon didn't think there was anything wrong with it. For lunch, only the fried sausages were a bit old. The other items, such as pumpkin juice, fried eggs and fried steak, all tasted pretty good.
Even though they were in exile, the meals at Hogwarts were not shabby. There were both meat and vegetables, which could fully meet the nutritional needs of the growing children on the carriage.
In the afternoon it was Professor Flitwick's Charms class.
In the first few spells classes at the beginning of the school year, Professor Flitwick didn't seem to intend to teach them specific spells. Instead, he explained to them the pronunciation of the spell, the gesture of waving the wand, and the determination to cast the spell.
These are the basics for learning spells. If you want to avoid making big mistakes when you officially start learning spells in the future, you must practice these basics well now.
Charms class was their last class today.
After packing up their books and leaving the classroom, Jon and the other five made an appointment to gather at the door of the kitchen in 10 minutes. They were scheduled to serve the fourth-grade students for dinner today.
After putting the textbooks back in the dormitory and changing their clothes, Jon and the other five knocked on the kitchen door on time.
The person who opened the door for them was a boy with red hair. He wore glasses and looked stern.
"Are the first-year students here to help with tonight's dinner?" After seeing Jon and the others, the boy frowned visibly, "Actually, I have always wanted to react to Professor McGonagall. First-year students are still too young. Apart from causing chaos, There is no way I can help in the kitchen."
"Go to the storeroom and bring two bags of potatoes and a basket of onions. I hope you don't mess up even this little thing."
