HP: Hogwarts, but pro-generation

Before Xia went to find Professor Dumbledore, she was already exhausted by what had happened today.

First, in the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall demonstrated how to turn a mouse into a teacup. This was a sign that they were starting to increase the difficulty of their studies, considering that what they had previously learned was how to turn inanimate objects into inanimate objects.

The problem was not the difficulty of the magic, but that one of the students made a mistake when casting the spell. Maybe it was the wrong tone or the wrong gesture. In short, he successfully turned the mouse into a teacup, the kind with a tail.

But why did his teacup run away?! Didn’t it turn into a teacup?

Xia screamed loudly in her heart. The key point was that the Flying Spell was useless against this creature - let's just call it a creature. Professor McGonagall tried it but nothing came.

Then the following scene appeared: the little wizard who was afraid of unknown creatures stood on the table, and the little wizard who was excited about unknown creatures crawled on the ground to look for...

Perhaps she was frightened by the ugly things or perhaps she was surprised by the new species. It took Professor McGonagall a while to realize why all the students in the room were fighting.

"Stop, what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall walked quickly to the crime scene.

James and Sirius in front of them stopped their actions, but their fists remained in front of the two Slytherin students. However, the wands of the two Slytherins were also pointing at their noses, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Kunk, I hope you can give me an explanation." The professor swept his stern eyes over them.

They angrily let go of each other's hands that were correcting each other's collars and glared at each other with hatred.

"Professor." A Gryffindor said, "Quink said that Muggle students shouldn't come to Hogwarts. He also said that only Muggle students could create a teacup mouse."

Quink's original words were so filthy that the reckless Gryffindors could not say them out loud. The little wizard who spoke tried to convey the original words accurately, but he gave up when he really uttered the first syllable.

The Gryffindors from wizarding families around were glaring at the Slytherin students, while the students who had lived in the Muggle world since childhood still looked confused. Although they guessed that it was not a good word, they couldn't help but gasp and join the glaring team after hearing Xia's explanation.

"This is a derogatory term used by pure-bloods to refer to Muggle-borns. It is an extremely dirty and despicable term. They believe that the blood of Muggle-borns is like mud. This term is forbidden, but some pure-bloods... you know."

Xia didn't finish her words, but based on the two or three months of getting along with each other, everyone could understand what she meant.

Professor McGonagall clutched the clothes on her chest tightly, "Mr. Quink insulted a classmate from the same school. Slytherin will be deducted 100 points. I will tell Professor Slughorn that he will be detained for a month starting tonight. Mr. Potter, Black, Quink, and Mr. Winter beat each other. Each of them will be deducted 50 points and detained for a month."

"Yes, Mr. Quink, you have two months of detention." Professor McGonagall emphasized this point. Quink, who had thought he could get away with only one month of detention, glared at James and Sirius.

She didn't expect that the first grade is now more serious than the senior grade - referring to the discrimination, "I hope I won't hear any insults about classmates anymore."

She turned and left the classroom, and everyone was surprised to realize that the class was over.

The Gryffindors hurried to the Great Hall to have lunch as they had spells and flying classes in the afternoon.

There weren't any accidents in the Charms class, if you didn't count that unknown explosion.

Xia looked at her table that was blown into pieces in silence. She really wanted to know how the spell behind her could be cast so accurately at her?

She and Lily briefly looked at each other and found no signs of injury. Xia was very satisfied, saying it was OK, no big problem.

Next comes the flying lesson. Speaking of flying lessons, we have to mention the group of out-of-control brooms - how did they agree to lose control on the same day?

At first Xia didn't believe what her classmates said about the broom being broken, crazy, or having a seizure. She thought that they were just making excuses because their skills were not good enough.

She was a little skeptical until she saw James being dangled from side to side on the broom.

She knew that James liked to show off his flying talent, and this was just his basic skill.

She had seen James perform many difficult moves. Unless James could fall off the broom, she - Sylvia Hopps would not believe that there was no broom that James could not control!

Wait, wait, what did she see? James Potter falling off a broom!?

Fine, she took back what she had said and silently said sorry to her classmates in her heart.

These broomsticks were really going crazy. Xia hurriedly ran to James. She now particularly agreed with what her classmates said.

"Merlin, Mr. Potter, are you okay?" Fortunately, Madam Hooch arrived in time and caught James who was only one centimeter from the ground. After confirming that James was okay, she patted her chest with some palpitations and took James to the medical wing without hesitation, even though the latter resisted.

Sitting at the Gryffindor table, Xia had never felt a day so hectic, so hectic that she didn't even have time to find Professor Dumbledore!

But during the escort - yes, that's right, an escort, James, seeing that he couldn't refuse Madam Hooch, began to face it frankly. He even asked his best friend, Merlin, to accompany him the whole time. The five people stood next to James, and the huge team made people stop and observe - when James went to the hospital wing, she successfully asked for a bottle of dreamless sleeping potion, which was still a good gain.