The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Tom was not in a hurry to fall asleep. He first took stock of his gains. Previously in the Room of Requirement, the third stage of his [Wandering in the World] mission was also completed, and the fourth stage, as expected, required going to 8 locations in the magic world. However, the quest reward of the third stage is a bit strange: it is actually a quill! The pen doesn't seem to be anything special, but it is defined by the system as a five-star item. However, this five-star item is extremely shabby, and only this sentence is written in the remarks: a common quill pen, but it can write without ink.

Tom shrugged: at least he won't have to buy ink in the future. He seriously suspected that the system had forcibly assigned a five-star grade to this pen in order to appear generous. And the most outrageous thing is that you have to get this pen yourself! The system cannot deliver to your door!

Tom wanted to complain angrily, but bitterly found that he didn't even have a way to complain...

He paid attention to his main quest again, and found that after completing the first chapter, there was no more text, just reminded himself that he needed to [study hard every day]

Tom inquired about his magic skills—that is, clicked the "?" after an experience bar, and the system told Tom that the various spells he could use at present could only be upgraded to level 1 and 99 experience at most, and only the first level was completed. You can only get to level 2 after breaking through the mission. At present, if you want to change from 0 to 1, you must go through systematic learning, and it is useless to simply use skills to increase proficiency.

After confirming his gains, Tom closed the system page and went to sleep. He must hurry to sleep, because Ravenclaw will have two potions classes tomorrow morning - using potions as a class to come to Hogwar The Ravenclaw children were really miserable in their first class. But they could comfort themselves by getting better—the Potions class was over, and there was nothing to fear. It's not actually getting better, though, as the second course on the first day of Ravenclaw's first-year class is History of Magic...

This is a blatant target! This way of arranging classes is simply insane! Just look at the first day of new Gryffindor school: no classes in the morning, herbal medicine in the afternoon, and history of magic in the evening! How considerate, this is the pro-son's timetable! Even taking into account the sleep effect of the little lions!

The next morning, Tom got up from the bed and went to the common room. To his surprise, he saw Hermione stride down the stairs as if nothing had happened last night.

Obviously last night was so sudden, so intense, so... fierce, so Hermione shouldn't be able to get out of bed in pain? Why would you be the same as someone who is okay?

"Hermione, your feet...?" Tom opened his mouth in surprise.

"When I left the dormitory, I met a seventh-grade senior. She cast a recovery spell on me, and I was completely healed." Hermione talked to Tom enthusiastically about the magical sight she had just seen.

For wizards, what they are most afraid of is physical damage. As long as they are not killed on the spot, they can be rescued. For example, they easily heal broken bones, sprains, cuts, and can even make your bones grow overnight. A sprain that takes a month to heal in the non-magical world, the magic world just needs a well-trained doctor to give you a spell.

After chatting for a while in the common room, the little wizards went to the auditorium in groups of three and two to eat. Something funny happened this morning: Harry was blocked by a large group of wizards, who wanted to see the true face of "The Boy Who Lived", they walked past Harry in the corridor, and then turned back, Staring at Harry's scar, they looked at Harry with a higher enthusiasm than the Japanese looked at pandas.

This caused a lot of trouble for Harry, and even affected his way of remembering. For all freshmen, the most important thing is to remember the way. You have to keep track of the way from the lounge to each classroom, or you will be reprimanded for being late. It is especially difficult to remember the way at Hogwarts: there are a total of 142 stairs at Hogwarts, some of which have traps on them, and these stairs are all moving, and what's more, some stairs even change in different directions. Time leads in different directions! These are all thanks to Ms. Ravenclaw. The fact that she has not been beaten to death for doing such a thing can only show that Ms. Ravenclaw is really able to fight, or that none of the other three giants is a luna. After all, as long as one of the Big Four is a lunatic, the stairs at Hogwarts wouldn't go too far!

In addition to the stairs, there are also many doorways here. For example, some doors require you to politely ask them to open, or you need to poke a specific place to open the door. It's also sometimes difficult to remember locations by memorizing iconic items, because everything seems to be in constant motion: the people in the portraits, the armor in the hallways...

It is said that there was once a freshman who used a pony-riding, dirty-talking knight as a signpost, and he dropped out of school as a result.

On the first day of school, the freshmen of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff filled their stomachs and happily went to the basement to take potions class - the kind-hearted seniors couldn't bear to inform them of their tragic future . Individual little wizards were warned by their elder brothers or sisters at home, but they didn't take it to heart: they had blown the sorting ceremony so horribly before that they ended up wearing hats. By analogy, the teacher of the potions class must be very amiable, right?

Since the potions classroom is underground, it is cooler than the main castle building. Along the walls of the classroom are glass jars with stuffed animals in them. The liquid in some of the jars has become cloudy due to the prolonged soaking. The smiles of the freshmen gradually disappeared after arriving here, and there was an unpleasant smell in the air.

Professor Snape stumbled into the classroom, he was dressed like a **** bat today. This time he was very close to the little wizards, and the little wizards could clearly see his sallow skin, hooked nose, empty indifferent eyes and oily hair...

The little wizards are no longer optimistic.

He strode toward the podium, his black robe fluttering behind him, like the wings of a bat. Standing beside the podium, he pulled out a roster for roll call. After calling the names, he still didn't forget to sneer: "Fortunately, there is not a famous person in the class today, otherwise the corridor outside will be full of people."

At this time, the entire classroom was silent, and Snape's voice was only a little higher than a whisper, but everyone could hear it clearly. It only took him a few minutes to completely master the classroom.

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