During the lunch break, many sixth grade students chose to finish their homework in the common room. The "free" time of the sixth grade when they didn't have classes wasn't as relaxing as Ron Weasley had hoped. Instead, they had to work hard to complete a large amount of homework assigned by the teachers.
Not only did the students in the advanced class work hard as if they had to deal with exams every day, but the homework assigned by the professors didn't take into account that they had just finished a pleasant summer vacation and hadn't adapted to the high-intensity learning. Even though Hermione was able to fully understand the content, due to the volume, she had just finished her Potions homework when it was time for her afternoon class.
"Quick, it's Professor Harris' first ancient magic class. We can't be late." Ginny quickly stuffed her textbooks into her backpack. Many wizards in the common room were busy packing up their books, homework, and ink.
"Ginny, are you going to the ancient magic class too?" Ron, who was still troubled by his homework, looked up and asked his sister in surprise.
"Of course." Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Professor Harris only teaches two ancient magic classes a week. Wizards of all ages who take this class have to go. Harry and I have to hurry up, or we won't be able to get a good seat."
"Alright, go ahead, all of you go ahead. I can play wizard chess in my dorm." Ron crossed his hands behind his head and leaned heavily against the back of the chair, putting on a comfortable look.
Harry, who had just finished packing, heard Ron's words and asked in return, "Didn't you say you were going to practice Quidditch for a while?"
"Don't worry about Ron. Let's go. I hope he can be this relaxed when he's fighting with others." Ginny snorted coldly and shook her long red hair. She pulled Harry out of the common room.
The little lions followed the familiar path to the ancient magic class. In the corridor outside the classroom, they saw a large number of people coming to class. Groups of people from different grades were gathered together to wait for their new professor. Most of them were members of Harris's training class. It seemed that no one in the training class wanted to miss this class. Most of the students were wearing Ravenclaw and Slytherin uniforms.
"Look, Pency Parkinson isn't following behind Malfoy. She's hiding from Allen!" Harry whispered as he pointed in the direction where the Slytherin were gathered.
Draco, Gore, and Crabbe stood together. His two followers could not enter the advanced class because their grades in Potions were not good enough, but they obviously did not miss out on the ancient magic class, which did not have any strict requirements for wizards.
"Harry, you should think more about your girlfriend, not Pency Parkinson's." Jenny walked towards Hermione, who was already standing with Luna.
Not far behind them, four Hufflepuff students, led by Ernie McMillan, occupied a corner of the classroom. Ernie was born in a pure-blood family. His bloodline could be traced back nine generations. He was related to Sirius Black's grandmother, Melania Blake. Although Ernie was a rare arrogant type in Hufflepuff, he was not prejudiced against other bloodlines. He was also very friendly to Justin Fenlie, who was from Muggle, and stood up for him. After Cedric graduated, he became the leader of Hufflepuff.
When it was time for class, Allen and Mr. Nimble Hands walked into the classroom as if they had calculated the time. The classroom suddenly quieted down.
Allen, who was wearing an ancient magic robe, slowly walked to the podium and stood still. He glanced at the wizards one by one and secretly checked them with the list he received. After making sure that no one was absent, Allen began to speak. He walked slowly on the podium and said, "My classmates, my students, you came to my class today because of a desire and a belief in your hearts. The old Hogwarts way of teaching is no longer suitable for us."
All the wizards in the classroom focused their attention on Allen. Allen was able to openly declare that he was going to learn black magic in the ancient magic class, and he still chose to learn it after the conflict between Dumbledore and Allen at the opening ceremony. Wizards like him more or less had some ambition in their hearts, no matter what the purpose was, whether it was good or bad.
"You came today because you desire a new way out, something different …" Allen put his hands behind his back and looked at the young wizards in front of the desk. "Recently, I know that my relationship with Dumbledore has made a lot of people nervous. Yes, my philosophy and Dumbledore's have a serious conflict, but the conflict between me and him is not because of personal hatred. It's because he wants all wizards to be the same, to be protected. Of course, in my opinion, it's not that there's anything wrong with choosing to be the majority. They are not completely useless, and each of them can have different values by becoming a protected wizard. However, I believe that I should give all Magi a choice where they can make their own decisions. Ancient magic will only be granted to those with loftier ideals like those present here. It will only blossom in the souls of a few Magi, and we will become the ones who protect others. "
As soon as the ancient magic professor finished speaking, the Hogwarts wizards who were sitting behind their desks were moved by Allen's opening speech. They stood up and couldn't help but cheer and clap for Allen, and for themselves.
It didn't matter if it was Harry who was still hesitating about whether this choice was right or not, or Neville who was thinking about his parents who were tortured by the Death Eaters, or Hufflepuff who was originally against black magic and only wanted to learn some neutral ancient magic, or even Crabbe who came with Draco aimlessly, they were all filled with passion and longing for the course they had chosen.
Allen looked at the excited young wizards and smiled with satisfaction. Allen didn't use any spells that could influence others in his speech. He only used his charm and words to achieve this effect. The ancient magic professor opened his arms to suppress the cheers and officially started the first topic of the class. "Please forgive me, students. We have a lot of content today, and time is a little tight, so we don't have much time for you to celebrate. Let's start right away. First, please take out your wands and line up."
Many wizards were even more excited when they heard about wands, but there were exceptions.
"Is it going to be a real battle again?" Neville gripped his wand and stood behind Harry in horror. His purpose of coming to this class was to learn something new to equip himself with. But now, he had not learned anything yet and was about to fight, which made Neville very nervous.
"Don't worry, Professor Harris won't let anything happen to us. But I don't know if he will ask us to fight one-on-one like the Duel Club. Otherwise, why do we have to line up? " Autumn's sweet voice came from behind them. She was already in seventh grade and had to deal with the Newt exam this year, but she still signed up for this class. She also had no intention of withdrawing from the Quidditch competition this year. In fact, she planned to take up this sport after graduation, and it would be best if she could work in the same team as her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, who was currently in a long-distance relationship.
Under the guidance of the experienced members of the training class, the wizards moved quickly according to their school and grade. But unlike what they had expected, at least at this time, the ancient magic professor didn't immediately let the students fight with each other.
Mr. Dexterous Hands, who was behind Allen, moved in front of the little wizards. Its three tentacles quickly gestured to the little wizards' wands and bodies. Its three eyes blinked constantly, and at the same time, it reported the data it measured.
"Mr. Harry Potter, please straighten your arm. I need to measure the length of your arm." Mr. Dexterous Hands said to Harry, who was looking at it with his head tilted. The golem was still using the soft middle-aged female voice.
Harry couldn't help but think of his experience of being measured in Ollivander and Madam Morkin's shop. Compared to the automatic magic tape and manual measurement, Mr. Dexterous Hands in front of him was undoubtedly more accurate, smarter, and faster. It reported the data while measuring, and at the same time recorded it on parchment.
"Mr. Argus Filch kindly lent his Mr. Dexterous Hands, Madam Loris II, to me … Uh, I should call it Ms. Dexterous Hands. Mr. Filch set it to have a female voice …" Allen coughed dryly before continuing, "It will measure the shape, weight, material of your wands, and other data of your body. Students who have finished measuring, please return to your desks. After that, I will tailor some training equipment according to the data, but don't be disappointed. As this is the first class, I have prepared a small gift for you today … "
Harry Potter's Invincible Scholar
Harry Potter's Invincible Scholar
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