Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

Time passed quickly. In the remaining half hour of the class, Professor Flitwick mainly explained the blackboard writing just now. The blackboard writing that had been broken into pieces was put into the grinder again and beaten into slag. It seemed that it was going to be Make water and drink it to the little wizards under the podium.

Soon a cheerful bell rang in the classroom, causing the little wizards who were abused by knowledge to make happy sounds.

"Ten minutes between classes, take a good rest. We will start practicing in the next class!" After finishing speaking, Professor Flitwick jumped off the high platform made of books and walked out of the classroom.

"Oh my god, I feel like I'm about to suffocate in the course just now." Ron groaned weakly as he lay on the table exhausted.

"Hey, Hermione, is there anything to eat?" Sisley stood up, stretched, sat down again, and patted Hermione and asked.

"Well, I brought it especially for you." Hermione said, taking out a steaming hot sandwich from her pocket.

"Eh? Hermione, do we have two?" Harry asked quickly when he saw Hermione handing the sandwich to Sisley.

At this time, Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and said: "Harry, you have to know that sometimes people are different. You can't expect to get any higher treatment from Hermione than Sisley, or even equal treatment." There will be none.”

"Ah, okay." Harry said a little disappointed.

"Sisley has a stomach problem. If you don't eat breakfast, your stomach will hurt. It won't be a problem if you two starve." Hermione could only explain after hearing Ron complain.

But it's okay if I don't explain it, but if I explain it, it feels a bit like trying to hide it.

At this time, the eyes of Harry and Ron seemed to be able to say "Oh~~~", and the corners of their mouths were raised crazily, making the mouth corners of those who looked at them twitch.

"Hey! Hermione, come on, come with me back to the dormitory to get something." At this time, a little witch who was far away from Hermione came over and said to Hermione.

"But..." Before Hermione could finish speaking, Sisley suddenly patted the back of Hermione's hand, causing Hermione to change her words: "Well, let's go, Lavender."

The three Sisleys also moved out of the way in time, allowing Hermione to walk out.

"Who is that one named Lavender?" Ron asked Sisley, looking at the two departing figures.

Sisley swallowed the sandwich in his mouth and then said: "I only know that she is Hermione's roommate, I don't know anything else."

"Then why did you pat the back of Hermione's hand when she greeted her just now?" At this time, Harry, who is good at observing details, also poked his head over and asked.

"Because she is Hermione's roommate. Hermione can't stop playing with her roommate. Even if she doesn't become very good friends, she can't be isolated by her roommate. That would be very distressing in the dormitory." Sisley took it for granted. said.

"Uh, has she always listened to you like this?" Ron asked with a twitching corner of his mouth.

"She's not good at socializing with people, but I still have some experience. She's not ashamed to ask questions." Sisley shrugged.

"What I'm saying is, she's always been like this. She does whatever you ask her to do?" Ron asked again.

Sisley thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's true."

"Then what if you asked her to do your homework for you?" Harry also joined the group chat and asked.

"Hermione always writes my homework for me." Sisley said as he swallowed the last bite of his sandwich.

"Well, I'm jealous of my real name."

"I admire you so much."

After finishing speaking, Harry and Ron were still holding their hair and looking at the notes they had just painstakingly copied, trying to memorize more quickly before the next class.

"Hey guys, give me a moment, I want to go in." While Ron and Harry were frantically absorbing knowledge, Hermione accompanied Lavender to finish getting the things, and tapped lightly with the thick spell book. said the table.

"Oh, you're back so soon." Ron looked up and saw Hermione stepping away and said.

"Class is about to start, you'll be late if you don't hurry," Hermione said with a slight breath as she ignored Harry and Sisley and finally sat on the chair.

"Hmm? So fast? It feels like it hasn't even been a few minutes." Sisley raised his head and said.

"You slept too soundly." Hermione complained as she patted Sisley's back gently with her book.

"Oh, the professor is indeed back." As he said this, Sisley saw the short Professor Flitwick walking into the classroom, and then jumped up to a high platform made of several thick books.

"Professor Flitwick, why don't you use books stacked on the stairs? After all, there is a saying that books are the ladder of human progress. Isn't this the real version?" As soon as Sisley finished speaking, Hermione and Harry laughed subconsciously. Ron shouted, looking a little confused.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny about this?"

Harry quietly explained to Ron that although the sentence itself was not very funny, when paired with the short Professor Flitwick, it was surprisingly appropriate and made people laugh.

After hearing Harry's explanation, Ron couldn't control himself and laughed out loud. However, when he felt Professor Flitwick's appraising gaze, Ron suppressed his laughter and lied that he It was just a discomfort in my throat, and I successfully brushed off Professor Flitwick.

"In the first half of the class, everyone should have a general understanding of the structure of magic in our bodies, and the principle of converting magic into magic through magic. Now let's pick a simple magic spell to practice."

"Let's turn the book to page twelve, the levitating spell, the spell is: Wingardium Leviosa!"

"The trick is to shake the wand gently at the end when waving it. Everyone must remember it, and the spell must be pronounced clearly and accurately, because this spell is very similar to a summoning spell. If you accidentally say it incorrectly, Summoning a bull would be embarrassing for you, and I will keep telling my future students about your glorious deeds." Professor Flitwick smiled heartily as he spoke.

The little wizards in the classroom were also amused by Professor Flitwick's humor, and the air was filled with joy.

As he spoke, Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and the next moment a feather appeared in front of each little wizard. Then Professor Flitwick stepped off the podium and began to observe the spellcasting performance of the little wizards.

Most of the young wizards were pretty good at casting spells. Until Professor Flitwick saw Sisley, he was silent for a while. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Mr. Thorne."

Seeing this, Sisley quickly looked at Professor Flitwick and replied: "What can I do for you?"

Professor Flitwick conceived the words and said: "Mr. Thorne, I can see that you are a very talented little wizard. Silent casting or even wandless casting may not be too difficult for you, but I personally suggest It would be better for you to cast magic in your first year by reciting a spell."

"Uh, Professor, I don't quite understand." Sisley said confused.

"For a very simple reason, one of the most important factors in our magic is emotion. Yesterday Dumbledore told me that you created a whip spell yourself, right?" Professor Flitwick said.