Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

The first class in the morning is Charms, taught by Professor Felius Flitwick, the headmaster of Ravenclaw.

He was very small, standing on a stack of books, and began calling out everyone's names.

After calling out the last name, Professor Flitwick put down the roster.

In a high-pitched yet penetrating voice, he announced: "Today, we will light the first light of Hogwarts—learn the Illumination Charm: Lumos! This is the cornerstone of all practical magic; it tests not brute force, but the subtle control over the stable output of magic."

Professor Flitwick explained in detail the syllable breakdown of the spell, the range of wrist rotation, and most importantly.

"Remember, pronounce the spell clearly and firmly, and visualize a steady, pure light bursting from the tip of your staff, not a blinding flash or a faint spark."

Henry teamed up with Theodore. He adjusted his breathing, and following the professor's instructions, he lightly rotated his wrist and clearly pronounced: "Lumos!"

A stable, soft white halo immediately condensed at the tip of the staff, like a candle flame enclosed by an invisible lampshade, illuminating a corner of the book in front of him.

The light was stable, without any flickering, and perfectly accurate.

"Excellent! Absolutely perfect, Mr. Wells!" Professor Flitwick had somehow appeared beside their table, his eyes narrowing in admiration. "Smooth magic output, perfect control! Slytherin, five points!"

Professor McGonagall's class was completely silent without any need for any tidying up; her opening remarks were direct and austere.

"Transfiguration is the most rigorous and dangerous subject in your curriculum. Any lack of focus will lead to irreversible consequences," she said. "Anyone who misbehaves in my class will be asked to leave and never be allowed to come back. I've warned you."

Then, she turned her lectern into a pig, and then back into a pig.

The students were all captivated, wishing they could be like Professor McGonagall immediately—but Professor McGonagall obviously wouldn't let them learn such advanced spells right away. Instead, she explained the basic principles of Transfiguration to them.

After taking a long, difficult, and complicated set of notes, Professor McGonagall gave each of them a match and asked them to try to turn the match into a needle.

Henry's first attempt produced some changes to the match; although the tip wasn't very obvious yet, it already had the beginnings of a needle.

Before get out of class ended, he successfully turned a match into a slender sewing needle and even carved a small snake pattern on it.

"Beautiful Transfiguration, Mr. Wells." Professor McGonagall picked up her sewing needle and showed it to everyone. "Perfect Transfiguration, Slytherin, ten points!"

Then, Professor McGonagall gave Henry a rare smile.

It's clear that this serious and old-fashioned old lady still admires Henry.

Aside from Henry, only Hermione from Gryffindor managed to turn a match into a needle. However, with Henry's impressive transformation already established, Hermione's mere transformation earned Gryffindor only five points.

"You're amazing." After class, Draco looked at Henry with envy and said, "You've already earned fifteen points for Slytherin in just two classes!"

"Practice makes perfect," Henry said calmly, neither arrogant nor overly humble. "You'll be able to do it soon enough, Draco. Once you get the hang of it, you'll find it's not actually that difficult."

The class was really looking forward to Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Professor Quirrell's lesson turned out to be a joke.

His classroom reeked of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd encountered in Romania, lest the vampire turn around and attack him. He told them his large scarf was a gift from an African prince to thank him for helping him escape the clutches of a resurrected zombie, but no one could say for sure whether they truly believed his story.

When Pansy asked curiously how he had defeated the resurrected zombie, the professor blushed and mumbled something about the weather; secondly, they noticed that his large scarf also smelled strange.

"I think it's definitely garlic," Millison Burst said sarcastically after class. "It's said that vampires are terrified of garlic, so they stuff their headscarves with garlic as a pathetic form of protection to avoid being hunted down by vampires."

"It's not impossible, Millison," Pansy added gleefully, adding that no Slytherin liked the stuttering professor.

Henry did remember that Professor Quirrell stuffed his turban with garlic to cover Voldemort, who was stuck to the back of his forehead.

But none of this concerned him; it was the top-tier tutor for Mr. Potter's final exam one-on-one tutoring.

After class, it was afternoon tea time again.

The location was still that cleverly decorated empty classroom on the second floor, with a dark green tablecloth, bone china tea set, and the contents of the three-tiered dessert shelf were still exquisite.

Draco and Pansy are regulars, and this time Pansy's friend Daphne Greengrass is also there. She is a little girl with blonde hair and a sweet appearance. She comes from a traditional pure-blood family.

It was her first time attending such a party, and she appeared both excited and trying her best to remain composed.

Henry planned to introduce the afternoon tea culture first within Slytherin.

The atmosphere at the tea party was much more relaxed than the first time. Draco began to casually mention, intentionally or unintentionally, certain accounts of wizards' interactions with Muggles mentioned in his father's reply, though he didn't forget to omit the parts about the Malfoy family; Pansy, on the other hand, shared some anecdotes about wizards that she had heard from family conversations.

Daphne was initially somewhat reserved, but under Henry's gentle guidance, she also began to talk about the Greengrass family's tradition of cultivating certain rare magical plants.

After the tea party ended and Henry watched Draco and the other two walk toward the hall, he did not follow.

He turned and walked toward the upper levels of the castle, his goal clear.

He quickly found the rug where the troll had beaten Barnabas, opposite which was a bare wall. He focused his mind, clearly outlining his needs: "A private room where I can practice spells safely and undisturbed, and test the effects of magic."

He walked back and forth in front of that wall three times, and a smooth door quietly appeared.

Henry pushed open the door and entered; the room was more practical than he had expected.

It was spacious and empty, with walls and floor made of some kind of dim material that absorbed magical energy, and only a few fixed magic lamps provided illumination.

In one corner of the room, there was a shelf with some practice dummies and targets.

It's so quiet here that you can hear your own breathing; the connection with the outside world seems to have been completely severed.