The first lesson was met with great enthusiasm and anticipation by the badger cubs and lion cubs.
They imagined themselves waving wands, chanting spells, mastering powerful magic, and earning points from the professor.
Unfortunately, after receiving the timetable, their enthusiasm dwindled by two points upon discovering that the first class was History of Magic.
They were even more disheartened to see that the professor was a ghost.
Even worse, Professor Binns' voice held a certain magic, and he spoke with a wheezing breath. Within five minutes, the young wizards started to fight off sleep.
Vein was about to close his eyes when Hermione's small hand pinched him, whispering:
“Don't daydream!”
Vein looked helpless.
Big sis, is this daydreaming? My soul is about to leave my body!
“He's just reading from the textbook. I can memorize it by reading it once. Listening to the lecture is meaningless.”
“This is basic respect for the professor.” McWeasley said sternly. She wouldn't be fooled by Vein on this matter.
Vein was already regretting sitting next to Hermione. He couldn't even take a nap.
At the same time, he was mentally criticizing Hogwarts' headmasters for being cheapskates.
Professor Binns had been dead for hundreds of years. He must have been appointed as the History of Magic professor to avoid paying his salary.
As the History of Magic teacher invited by the four founders since Hogwarts was founded, Professor Binns was already very old at that time.
One day, he went to class, but left his body on the chair in the staff lounge.
Since then, Hogwarts has never replaced the History of Magic professor. A professor who doesn't require a salary, never takes leave, and has perfect attendance every year is the best workforce any headmaster could dream of.
It's just that it has been torture for generations of young wizards. They have to endure it in every class.
Over the centuries, no one has ever taken the History of Magic NETWs course. It's truly something else.
“Hello, Vein.”
As Vein was mentally cursing the headmaster and his desire to be hanged, Ron, sitting at the table next to him, suddenly greeted him softly.
Beside him, Harry Potter was continuously nodding, about to fall asleep.
Seeing Ron actually talking to Vein, he instantly perked up.
“Anything, Ron?”
Vein saw that Hermione wasn't paying attention to him, so he felt relieved and replied.
“Oh, nothing.” Ron shook his head. “I just wanted to say thank you. You're amazing. It's the first time I've ever seen George and Fred eat their words.”
“It's even twice!”
Ron was a little excited, his voice became louder, waking up the dreams of several young wizards.
Harry looked at his newly acquired friend with an indescribable look.
Those who know would think the twins are your real brothers, those who don't would think you are their enemy.
“You can think of Fred and George as your cousins.” Ron explained to Harry.
Instantly, Harry's eyes changed. He completely understood.
“You don't have to thank me.” Vein was also amused. He didn't expect Ron to thank him for this.
How badly had the twins bullied him back then?
To be honest, when Vein read the original book and watched the movie, he was still quite annoyed by Ron's character.
He was jealous, prone to adding drama to himself, his talent wasn't outstanding, and in the end, he even married Hermione, who became the Minister of Magic.
This is definitely a conspiracy.
But the older he got, the more he realized how difficult Ron's situation really was.
He had five brothers, three of whom were consistently ranked first in their grade, going from prefect to student council president.
Although the twins' learning ability wasn't as exaggerated, their prankster abilities were absolutely historical.
In an environment like this abroad, the twins' popularity was even higher than Percy, the studious one, a true influencer.
Furthermore, his younger sister, Ginny, also inherited strong magical talent.
Only Ron was nothing.
Growing up in such a high-pressure environment, Ron was just a little awkward. He was fine with right and wrong.
It had proven his foundation was good.
Of course, this doesn't mean Vein will intentionally make friends with Ron. He just won't look at everyone with his previous stereotypes anymore.
This is the real world, and everything should be based on his own feelings.
So far, he feels good about Ron. They can be friends who say hello and chat when they meet.
Professor Binns was lecturing on the stage, and they were chatting below. In the end, Harry also joined in.
“Vein, you are also from a Muggle family? Great, no, I mean we're really destined to be friends.”
“We don't live too far apart. I'm on Privet Drive in Surrey.”
In just a few sentences, Harry revealed his background. People who are good-looking are usually easy to gain favor from others.
Vein was the best example. Harry already considered him his first friend from another house.
Fifty minutes passed quickly. Before class ended, Professor Binns assigned a six-inch essay, requiring them to elaborate on the early origins of English wizards.
The next class was Transfiguration, shared by Hufflepuff and Slytherin.
Before parting, the young witch dragged Vein to the corner of the wall angrily.
“You can't do that!”
“You bought many books before school started. I know you are a lover of learning. You have to listen carefully in class, even if the teacher is a ghost!”
Looking at Hermione, who truly resembled a lion cub, Vein nodded obediently.
“Don't worry, I will definitely pay attention in the future.”
Hermione didn't know if Vein really listened or not, but time was pressing, so she could only give Vein a glare and leave in a hurry, feeling a little disappointed.
She truly considered Vein as a friend, so she hoped Vein could study hard.
Vein understood this, so he didn't get angry at all.
Hermione would naturally change her mind after seeing his grades for a while.
The Transfiguration classroom was on the second floor. Vein entered the classroom with a group of badger cubs.
He saw the tabby cat on the front table at first glance. He nodded slightly as a greeting and found a seat to sit down.
To be honest, he really wanted to pet Professor McGonagall, wanting to experience whether the feel of an Animagus would be better.
But he had already witnessed Professor McGonagall's transformation process during the summer break. Going up to pet her now would be suicide.
However, Vein knew that many other young wizards didn't know.
Especially Hufflepuff. Most of the young wizards in this house loved animals and plants. After seeing the cat, some even took out snacks from their pockets to feed it.
Vein immediately showed a look of a warrior.