Hogwarts lazy snake

In the starry night at Hogwarts, looking at Prince Sun who was about to rise, Sister Moon Rabbit went down the mountain with disdain.

When Horn woke up the next day, he was checked by Madam Pomfrey and found to be fine, so he could go to class without any worries.

But what was unexpected was that Horn was almost late for the classroom due to the lazy thoughts that surged into his mind.

You're going to be late anyway, so why not just slow down?

Since you're already late, you might as well just skip it.

Why don't we go find Dumbledore and ask for the director...

Learning magic is so inconvenient...why not learn it?

Horn asked the two ladies in medieval evening gowns painted on the wall: "Beautiful lady, could you please tell me where the classroom for the spells class is? I'm going to be late. Thank you!"

The lady in the medieval evening gown in the portrait lifted her skirt slightly and responded weakly to the anxious little wizard: "Sure, my dear little wizard, turn left in front."

When the Chinese man was about to say thank you, the man in the portrait on the other side said rudely: "Hahahaha, little wizard, you're going to be late for class, right? Run faster, or your teacher might severely spank you with his boots. Hahahaha"

Horn, who was struggling with his inner struggle, thanked the rude man and the beautiful lady in the portrait excitedly.

"Thank you beautiful lady, you are very beautiful, thank you very much."

"And the other knight, thank you for your reminder as well."

The two portraits on the opposite wall show a man in medieval armor and a beautiful lady. The lady then raises her voice and calls out to Horn, who is already running away: "You're welcome! Cute little wizard."

The medieval armored man in the portrait of the most beautiful lady also saluted at the same time, and then shouted: "Thank you for forgiving my rudeness, I hope you can run faster!"

The woman in the dress in the portrait rolled her eyes at the man in the portrait of a medieval knight hanging on the opposite wall, then realized her own inappropriate behavior, stomped her feet and left the portrait.

The man in the knight's portrait felt ashamed of his rude behavior when he saw the lady opposite him. He thought he might not be able to sleep tonight. No, he had to apologize to the little wizard after class today.

One minute before class was about to start, Horn finally made it to his first spells class.

As soon as he entered the classroom, Horn saw Draco and Carlotta sitting in the front row waving at him, motioning him to come over.

As Horn walked towards the seat that was obviously reserved for him between Draco and Carlotta, he quickly glanced at the Charms professor who was standing on a small platform made of books and was writing some spells that would be taught in this class on the blackboard.

"Horn, why did you come so late? Madam Pomfrey at the hospital wing has checked you out, right? You should be fine, right?"

Carlotta, who was wearing green Slytherin stripes and was sitting next to Horn, asked about Horn's situation while looking him up and down with her lavender purple eyes.

Draco's voice was heard right next to Horn's ear, who was feeling a little numb from being stared at.

"Are you okay? You almost were late." Draco leaned over to Horn and whispered, looking at the short Charms professor who was writing a lesson plan.

Huo An quickly turned away Carlotta's gaze, turned his head to look at the podium, and said softly to the two of them: "It's okay! I'll tell you later if you have anything to say."

Because at this time the Charms professor on the podium had finished writing the last letter and turned to look at the Slytherin students in the classroom.

"Hello, Slytherin students!"

"I am Filius Flitwick. I will be the one teaching you Charms from now on. You can call me Professor Flitwick."

"I hope that the content of my course will enable you to defeat your opponents and protect your own safety in the wizarding world, but at the same time, remember not to bully the weak."

Professor Flitwick, who looked only about one meter tall, walked down from the pile of books, then stood next to the podium and introduced himself to the first-year students of Slytherin College.

"Professor McGonagall greeted me before class and said that Mr. Nicholas had been admitted to the school infirmary due to a magical riot. It seems that you are fine now. I am happy for you and thank you for not being late for my class."

Just when Horn thought that Professor Flitwick was about to start today's lecture after calling the roll, he saw him suddenly look towards his seat with some worry, and spoke with concern in his somewhat shrill voice.

When Professor Flitwick mentioned the magical riot, the whole classroom started discussing it aloud.

After all, a magic riot is a riot caused by the growth of magic power and the inability of wizards to effectively control their magic power. As long as there is guidance from the elders and protective measures, there will be no big problem.

However, when they heard Horn's answer, they immediately understood why the accident happened, and at the same time put aside the slight worry in their hearts. After all, as a Slytherin who made them and others famous, it was not excessive to worry.

"Professor Flitwick, I am very grateful for your concern for me." Horn stood up and bowed slightly to Professor Flitwick to express his gratitude. He also explained the magic riot: "It broke out suddenly when I returned to the dormitory, so it was an accident."

As Horn sat down, Professor Flitwick stood on the pile of books behind the desk and began the tutorial for this class.

"You all see the feather on your desk, right? It's what you'll need to learn the levitation spell later."

Professor Flitwick pointed to a feather on the podium and motioned to the students, picked up the wand in his hand, chanted a spell, made the feather float, and began to demonstrate and explain.

"Now it's your turn to make your feathers float according to what I just said." Professor Flitwick stopped his actions and began to let the students practice, while mentioning the need to concentrate when chanting spells.

Wingardium Leviosa...

wingariu…mleviosa~

Then a group of wizards from Slytherin College began to use the levitation spell following what Flitwick had just taught, and suddenly the whole classroom was filled with the waving of wands and the chanting of spells in various tones.

Horn looked at the feather on his desk with a worried look on his face.

The thought in his mind allowed him to perform it silently and without a stick.

And there is also the possibility of skipping classes directly. Anyway, I can master most of the contents of the book Basic Spells.

But Horn knew that he couldn't do that because it was too conspicuous.

"Wingardium Leviosa...Horn, didn't you already know how to do it? Why do you still look so sad?"

“Oh, failed.”

Draco, who was standing by, saw us like this and asked curiously. Because of his question, some of the feathers that had just been swaying and floating in the air suddenly fell back onto the table.

"Yes, you can cast spells silently. Hurry up and teach us how to do it."

Carlotta on the side was controlling her feather to move away from the table, floating upwards, but it was swaying from side to side and seemed to be about to fall.

It also reminded me of the scene where Horn helped Neville find the Toad.

"Oh, is what Miss Peregrine said true? Mr. Nicholas, can you really use silent casting?"

Professor Flitwick was a half-blood wizard that was a combination of human and elf, so he was naturally sensitive and soon heard the noise coming from Horn's side. He walked over with a look of surprise on his face and asked.

"Yes, I can prove it."

"Professor Flitwick, I was there too, I can prove it!"

As expected, children in their teens are full of curiosity about everything. He was originally enthusiastically practicing the spell he had just learned, but immediately turned to another topic.

"It seems that Mr. Nicholas's silent spellcasting is real, but I still want to take a look. Can you let me take a look?"

"Because this also foreshadows that a powerful and talented wizard will soon appear in our wizarding world."

Professor Flitwick saw that all the wizards present spoke up to testify, so it seemed that it could not be faked. So he was also very curious about how Horn could use silent casting at the age of 10.

"Yes, Professor Flitwick."

Horn looked at the surroundings and knew that he could not escape, so he drew out his brush-like magic wand and waved it gently at the feather on the table.

"Wow, the wand in your hand is so beautiful and contains powerful magic. The shape suits you very well. Of course, you are also very talented and hardworking."

Flitwick saw the wand in Horn's hand, and the feather on the table floating gently into the air as he waved it gracefully, and he admired both Horn's wand and Horn himself.

"I believe that in addition to your talent, it must also be your hard work that has enabled you to be able to use silent casting at such a young age."

Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed by Professor Flitwick's praise, Horn rubbed his head and said the same thing he had said to Hermione and the others on the train:

"No, it's just that my parents found out that I could use magic and asked them to do all the housework at home, so I became so skilled."

"I chose the wand at Ollivander's Wand Shop, but Mr. Ollivander said that he added some other special materials to make it so beautiful."

At the same time, Horne was also thinking, how could magic be so inconvenient? Why do we need to wave a wand when we can cast spells silently and without a wand?

Then Horn used the example of the boiled eggs to encourage himself to be humble.

"Really? Really? Professor Flitwick, you also think Horn's wand is beautiful, right? I thought it was really beautiful when I first saw it."

Carlotta, who was standing by, looked at the magic wand "Judgment" in Horn's hand with shining eyes. The jade that seemed to emit white light and the wood that was wrapped around it like a dragon looked like a brush carved from a piece of black and white jade. The whole thing was full of the beauty and mystery of the oriental country.

"Can you show it to me? I've wanted to see it since I first saw him outside the auditorium last night. Can you, Horn?"

Professor Flitwick saw this and quickly spoke out to stop it: "Miss Peregrine, it is impolite to ask for another wizard's wand in front of him."

"Ah, sorry Horn, and thank you Professor Flitwick for the reminder."

Carlotta stared at the purple wood that was exactly ten inches long in her hand. There were five green gems the size of baby fingernails embedded in the wood.

Although it is also very beautiful, it lacks the mystery compared to Horn's wand, but it is also very beautiful, like a few fireflies resting on the branches at night.

"It's okay, it's just a small matter."

Horn looked at Carlotte with eager eyes, indicating that this was just a small matter.