“Are you alright?”
Wien helped Hermione up, who was still shaken, and asked with concern.
“I’m, I’m fine.” Hermione shook her head, looking at Simon with fear in her eyes.
Magic was too dangerous!
No, that wasn’t right.
It wasn’t the magic that was dangerous, but Simon.
She had practiced so many spells at home, and there had never been such an accident. At most, the spell would fail and have no effect.
Hermione said seriously, “We should keep our distance from Simon in the future. I don’t want to end up in the infirmary again.”
Wien nodded with a smile. He saw Professor Flitwick had already arranged for Simon and Neville to practice in the corner of the classroom, just in case they accidentally hurt anyone.
Thankfully, Simon was still just a young wizard, and his magic wasn’t powerful at all.
The effect just looked scary, the actual damage wasn’t much, everyone was just startled and quickly recovered.
After class, Hermione had already forgotten that she was still angry with Wien earlier, and excitedly invited him to the library to do homework together.
Wien didn’t mind, the two of them walked to the library and immediately shut their mouths as they entered.
The librarian, Madam Pince, was a grumpy woman, extremely protective of the books and hated noisy students.
Once someone angered her, she would wave her feather duster and chase them away.
Wien thought she was probably a Squib, the reason she cherished the books so much was because the content they contained was the treasure she had always longed for.
Hermione took out her Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook and started writing her essay, while Wien chose a book called “The Zenas Dueling Manual” to read.
Zenas was the most famous dueling master of the early 20th century. He had achieved a record of 38 consecutive victories and dominated the headlines for a whole week.
The most unusual thing was that this dueling master didn’t master any advanced magic, he simply achieved such great achievements by using those simple spells.
The book also recorded several of his battles, Wien took a look and did learn some useful little tricks.
Hogwarts was a huge treasure, laid out in front of everyone.
But not everyone had the ability or the energy to obtain it.
The professors, without saying much, the four Heads of Houses all had real skills, being able to get their guidance would definitely be beneficial.
Even if you went to Snape to ask questions, he might be a bit mean, but he would still answer your questions.
The library was also a treasure trove, here were the accumulated knowledge of the castle for a thousand years, the students had seven years to improve themselves, but how many of them actually did so?
Therefore, Hogwarts was very magical, it had happy education for everyone, and elite education for those with ambitions.
Whether you are a dragon or a worm, it’s all in your mind.
What Wien was dissatisfied with was that the Restricted Section was really too big, it took up a third of the entire library.
It wasn’t this big at the beginning, but Dumbledore had been expanding it bit by bit after the Voldemort incident, until it became what it is now.
Even the Patronus Charm was placed in the Restricted Section.
Old bee Dumbledore, I can even buy this magic in Flourish & Blotts!
…
The new semester soon got on track, and the new students gradually adapted to school life.
Most of the courses were quite satisfactory.
The young wizards’ favorite course was undoubtedly Charms.
The professor was easygoing, and there was plenty of time in class to wave their wands and cast spells.
Transfiguration was also good, but Professor McGonagall was just too strict, so much so that the young wizards were all a bit apprehensive, afraid of losing points for their house.
Besides, Transfiguration was really too difficult. After two Transfiguration classes, many people’s hands were about to go numb, but they hadn’t made any progress at all.
The match was still the same match, the shadow of the needle was never seen.
A Ravenclaw young wizard played smart and brought a needle to class, successfully deducted ten points for his house.
Many people said that now they saw anything thin and long, they thought it was a silver needle, they definitely had needle phobia.
Besides that, the Hufflepuff badgers also loved their Head of House’s class.
Their task in the first week was to replace the ginger root, a material for making potions, which could be used to make scabies potion, intelligence potion and so on.
When Professor Sprout said that this stuff was sold for five Galleons a piece in Diagon Alley, Wien and the other young wizards from Muggle families were shocked.
“Don’t be so surprised, children.” Professor Sprout smiled and explained to them:
“This ginger is indeed the ginger you know, but the growth potion and fertilizer used in the planting process are very expensive.”
“That’s why it can be sold so expensive.”
“What fertilizer?” Wien asked curiously.
“Mooncalf dung.” Professor Sprout took out a box, which was filled with silver granules.
“Mooncalf dung has very strong fertility, and can also enhance the efficacy of potions, but only fresh and processed ones can be used.”
Wien nodded and took note.
He read many books focused on potion making and material selection, but he hadn’t really understood these basic material planting and cultivation.
He felt a little embarrassed, Herbology was his own Head of House’s class, but he had been so inattentive.
He should go back and read some Herbology books to catch up.
Other courses, the young wizards were not interested in.
For example, Astronomy, which required them to climb the tower at ten o’clock on Wednesday night and look at the stars with telescopes.
It sounded romantic, but it was too late, many young wizards were already yawning with sleepiness.
Then they had to write a ten-inch Astronomy observation record, which was simply torture.
History of Magic was even worse, Professor Binns’ every word was a sleep spell, no one could resist except Hermione.
The story of how early wizards were worshipped as gods was very interesting, and he could even read the book himself.
But from Professor Binns’ mouth, it became dull and boring letters.
Everyone had already treated History of Magic as a good place to catch up on sleep, because Professor Binns never interfered with the students, as long as they didn’t jump up and cause trouble, they could do whatever they wanted.
Also, Defence Against the Dark Arts was a big disappointment.
Quirrell stuttered when he spoke, how could he teach well?
There was even a rumor that Quirrell was made to cry by a young witch.
Most people didn’t take it seriously, but as the story spread, people were more and more convinced, even the name of the young witch was clear.
Now, they couldn’t help but believe it.
The name Wien Lawrence once again entered everyone’s sight.