Azkaban students at Hogwarts

A good day starts by sticking a magic wand on your pancreas and shouting, “Better than ever.”

Oh, sorry, that was Dumbledore's life.

Roman's day started by putting his wand on the wizard's robe and shouting "Restore as before".

In fact, the hole punctured by the bullet was repaired yesterday, but now the robe looks - it seems a little crooked?

This is mainly due to the complex structure of the clothes themselves and Roman's rough repair skills.

For a long time, he was a student with a serious bias towards subjects.Compared with his level of potions and defense against the dark arts, Roman's level of magic can only be described as mediocre, not to mention courses such as transfiguration that are rarely involved.

For example, right now, Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at the matches in front of him.

The news about yesterday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class has spread throughout the school, and the new students of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also behaved very seriously during class yesterday afternoon.

This made her happily ready to follow Roman's example and give the frizzy new students in Gryffindor and Slytherin a beating.

They should focus on studying instead of fighting each other.

If you don't even know magic, what's the point of fighting each other!

She has explained a lot of complex and difficult principles, and has warned everyone not to be naughty.

But Roman seemed to be deliberately looking for trouble.

In the past five minutes, he lit a total of six matches and made three of them as big as torches.

It was as if an arms dealer was telling her that he didn't know how to shoot.

Professor McGonagall clutched the fir wand in her hand.

It looked like he was hesitating whether to turn Roman into a large torch stand.

Roman was also wronged.

Technically a transporter, he only acts as a manufacturer when it comes to potions.

The principle of transfiguration is extremely complex, and the energy involved is staggering.

The time required to study this course can be regarded as a luxury for him.

Since everyone in the classroom was watching them, Professor McGonagall took out a match again.

"the last time."

Roman gritted his teeth and recalled every word Professor McGonagall said.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

Roman could only think hard about what a needle should look like.

The match head was visibly blackened.

"It's almost a success!"

The young wizards were whispering, and even the Weasley twins didn't speak loudly.

Roman, who had no academy, unexpectedly won the support of everyone present.

Maybe everyone thinks that the image of a character who succeeds after many failures is more relatable than the neighbor's kid.

It is completely impossible that Gryffindor respects brave men and Slytherin respects strength.

The match head became smaller and smaller, became darker and darker, and began to have a hint of metallic luster.

Roman felt the wand in his hand shaking a little, so he suddenly increased his strength to stabilize the wand.

The magic wand is also very impressive, instantly increasing the output of magic.

The match became even more powerful and instantly burned into a ball of fire.

"Professor, please listen to my quibbles."

Roman held the wand with a trembling hand. He felt that he was only one step away from turning into a pig or a torch:

"This is really a needle!"

With a livid face, Professor McGonagall picked up a short fragment of a needle tail from the ashes on the table, and then waved her wand, turning it back into a piece of wood.

"Of course, today is your first time to try transfiguration. I can't expect you to do anything." She returned to the podium, "But what just happened is enough for you to understand that transfiguration is not a child's play and must be repeated carefully and carefully. practise."

She looked at the little wizards facing the matches as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and suddenly realized that Roman's failure might not be a good thing.

Just before the end of get out of class, only one person once again made the match show some of the characteristics of an embroidery needle.

And this person’s name is naturally——

George Weasley!

Here’s to the inventor!

Corresponding to Transfiguration is astronomy.

Roman's understanding of this is probably limited to looking up at the sky, the moon is smiling; and whether it will rain when spending the night in the wild.

When they returned from the observatory covered in moonlight, the little wizards felt that he looked like a normal person again.

It's a pity that this illusion only existed for one night before it was destroyed by the excited Professor Sprout.

When the kind witch excitedly asked Roman if he had memorized the entire book "A Thousand Herbs and Mushrooms".

Roman shook his head and said that he just previewed the textbook in advance and did not tell her that he had been ill for a long time.

So the little wizards reached a consensus.

Roman in the Transfiguration and Astronomy classes was one of his own, while Roman in the Defense Against the Dark Arts and Herbology classes was someone else's child.

What simple values!

This clear-cut attitude lasted until Friday, when two "extremely long" Potions classes were waiting for them.

The little wizards came to a large and cold underground classroom uneasily. They had obviously heard about the power of Professor Snape.

"What do you think that is?"

"I think whatever it is, you'd better leave it alone."

Two Hufflepuffs pointed to a stuffed animal with a lizard's body and a snake's tail and whispered.

The students were affected by them and involuntarily raised their heads and looked at various glass jars filled with animal specimens on the wall.

And when they came to their seats shivering, they found a "bat spirit specimen" dressed in black in front of the blackboard in the classroom.

Severus Snape was already standing there, looking at the students with a stiff face.

"It seems that you have learned the first lesson in potions, be cautious."

He spoke slowly and clearly, his voice seemed to be squeezed into a line.

Then he picked up the roster and began to call names.

He called down the names of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students without any ups and downs in his voice.

Finally he glanced around the room and added a name to the blank space at the end of the list.

"Roman Heller."

He looked at Roman with a sullen face, his eyes were cold and empty, but they were bloodshot for some reason.

"I hope you'll be more careful with potions than you are with transfiguration."

Then he looked at the student with his red eyes that contained no emotion.

"You come to school and try to cram bits and pieces of knowledge into your empty heads."

He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, but everyone heard him clearly.

Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the intimidating power to bring order to the classroom with little effort.

"Unlike waving a magic wand foolishly, the speed of learning one or two spells cannot represent your talent in potions."

"The miraculous magic power that makes one's heart wander and blur one's will is only revealed to some people. Even the most talented wizard needs to go all out to get a glimpse of its full extent."

He paused, but the students felt their breaths stop as well.

"I will teach you how to be humble in the face of knowledge. And it will tell you how to achieve honor among mortals, how to be preserved in the face of danger—how to hide oneself in the face of death."

The classroom was silent.

Only a few Ravenclaw students were eager to try, looking forward to making their first potion.

But Snape obviously didn't care about their expectations and spoke again:

"So, I don't allow any of you to show off with your shallow potion knowledge."

"Because that could get you killed."

"As much as I would like to eliminate a few idiots in the classroom, the principal will not allow me to use this method."

He smiled coldly and turned his eyes back to Roman.

"Roman Heller!"

"Tell me, what's the use of runnyleaf in polyjuice potion!"

The little wizard, who had previewed textbooks during the holidays, had a dull expression on his face.

Cedric and Roger Davis, now on good terms after the hostage rescue incident, were exchanging confused glances.

What did he say?

Are we reading a book?

Are we in the wrong classroom?