Melee wizards at Hogwarts

In the next few days, Parsifal finally lived the life of a little wizard he had longed for, shuttling in the classroom every day and eagerly learning new lessons.

Different from junior high school and high school for ordinary people in the UK, the curriculum at Hogwarts is very closely arranged. Young wizards need to learn courses including spells, transfiguration, herbal medicine, potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, history of magic, etc.

Three times a week, they all go to the greenhouse behind the castle to take herbology courses under the leadership of Hufflepuff's Headmaster Sprout. The content of the course not only includes identifying various herbs, but also cultivating, caring for, and even cultivating them with their own hands. It's picking.

Of course, out of care for the first-year little wizards (or perhaps out of fear that precious herbs would be destroyed), they are currently more exposed to completely harmless varieties like puffed bean pods.

The History of Magic class led by Ghost Binns is indeed the best option to catch up on sleep as introduced in the original book. Not only did Professor Binns speak without any tone or tone, but he also had serious problems in arranging classes for Gryffindor House.

There are two sessions a week, one on Tuesday at noon and the other in the evening of the same day. In response to Professor Binns' kindness, Parsifal unceremoniously put them to sleep. Even though Hermione would give her a few harsh looks after class, it was undoubtedly worth it.

As for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which I had some expectations for, it turned into a complete joke. Not only was the whole classroom filled with the strange smell of garlic, which made Parsifal want to eat a leek box, but also because Quirrell's acting skills were so superb. 35xs

Throughout the class, he kept pacing in circles near the podium, telling the story over and over that his scarf was a gift from an African prince because he helped the prince get rid of the entanglement of the resurrected zombie.

But when Seamus and Dean impatiently asked him how he defeated the resurrected zombies, he blushed again and talked vaguely about the weather. Twice a week, let alone the basic Iron Armor Curse, he didn't even read the definition of Defense Against the Dark Arts from the textbook.

But what disappointed Parsifal the most was the spells class he had been looking forward to. Because he worked too hard during the holidays, he found almost no spells worth learning in the first-year Charms course, and had to follow Professor Flitwick to start with the basic spells such as "Clean Up" and "Lights". study.

Although his skilled spells earned Gryffindor frequent praises from Professor Flitwick, "Excellent skills, Williams, five points for Gryffindor!", Parsifal would rather waste his time. Used to catch up on sleep.

——Sleep is what he needs and lacks most at the moment. Except for Wednesday when he needs to go to the Observatory, on the rest of the nights, he needs to be taken to the Forbidden Forest by Hagrid, patrolling the forest with the centaur Bain, and learning fighting skills from him.

This learning process is definitely not elegant, and he cannot use any magic spells. He only relies on his strengthened state and a centaur who is more than twice his height to fight in the face. Nets even had to put an arm around Hager's shoulders to get back into the castle after his first training session on Tuesday.

Almost before I knew it, it was Friday.

After waking up and changing his clothes, Parsifal rubbed his eyes and walked out of the dormitory, where he met Harry and Ron who were also sleepy-eyed.

"Ha, Patsy, it's really rare for you to get up so late. Why do you feel so tired?"

Harry yawned and waved to Parsifal, and Ron beside him did the same.

In the past week, although his relationship with Ron had not improved significantly, his almost "monstrous" performance in scoring points in the course made him and Hermione the two most phenomenal academic leaders in Gryffindor.

At least Ron no longer looked at him with that hostile look.

"Nothing, you go ahead, I still have some preparations to make."

Parsifal smiled bitterly. How could he possibly tell Harry that he was thrown into a swarm of Acromantulas by the centaur Bane last night, and he had to kill ten of them before he could escape.

"By the way, we have Potions class with Slytherin this morning. Have you read the textbook?"

Suddenly remembering what Harry had been reminded of two days ago, he asked casually.

"Well, I read some."

Harry showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, nodded, and quickly dragged Ron out of the common room.

"After all, it's a conflict between the two of them. Why should I, an outsider, worry about it?"

From Harry's performance, Parsifal could roughly guess it. However, he was not prepared to get involved again, after all, he had already reminded Harry to read the textbook.

Is it because the fried eggs don’t taste good? Or is the oatmeal not sweet? Otherwise, why would you still worry about other people's troubles at this time?

After breakfast, Parsifal came to the Potions classroom along the corridor. Snape in a black robe was already waiting quietly in the classroom, his cold eyes scanning the students who came in one after another.

"Professor, good morning."

When passing Snape, Parsifal lowered his head and said hello, waited for a moment, and after making sure that he would not get a return greeting, he shrugged, simply entered the classroom, and found his seat.

The Potions classroom is located underground, which is much colder than the main building of the castle. There were some glass jars neatly placed along the wall, with various animal specimens soaked in them, which made Parsifal a little greedy.

"The larvae of the salamander, the head of Kaba, the gills of the mermaid, these are all shining golden galleons."

He calculated the price secretly.

Perhaps because of Snape's "evil reputation", even Harry and Ron did not dare to be late. A few minutes before class started, the little wizards from Gryffindor and Slytherin had already arrived.

Snape picked up the roster and called names one by one. When he mentioned Harry Potter, as expected, he stopped abruptly.

He turned his head and looked deeply at Harry who stood up, his cheeks tightening.

"Oh, yes." Snape whispered in a hollow voice, "Harry Potter, our new arrival, such a famous Harry Potter."

His voice sounded almost soft, and when he read Potter, he always emphasized the tone unconsciously, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Haha, look, Scarhead."

In the corner, Draco Malfoy, who was wearing his two pendants, snickered in a low voice. After being glanced at by Parsifal, his face turned ugly, but he still kept his mouth shut.

After Snape finished calling the names, he looked up at the class. His eyes were as dark as Hagrid's, but without any warmth. Cold, empty, like...

"Never really lived, but already dead."

Parsifal came to a conclusion in his mind and waited quietly.

With his eyes lingering on Harry's face for the last few seconds, Snape stood to one side of the podium.

"You are here to learn the precise science and art of potion making."

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