A little badger from Hogwarts

"Which courses did you choose?" On the way to the classroom, Cedric looked at his new class schedule.

Hart answered directly: "Glyphics and Care of Magical Creatures."

"No divination?" Cedric asked strangely.

"Divination and prophecy rely heavily on the power of bloodline." Hart said: "Unless you have a great prophet in your ancestors or can be blessed by God, don't think about doing anything in divination."

Cedric opened his mouth wide: "I thought divination was just about staring at the crystal ball."

Hart frowned and asked, "You don't know anything about these elective courses, do you?"

Cedric shook his head: "Have you ever understood?"

"Of course." Hart said: "Arithmetic divination may require stronger mathematical logic than pure divination, but it is actually quite nonsense."

"If you want to study advanced magic, you need to understand ancient magic texts, so I started studying on my own last school year."

"As for magical creatures, I'm quite familiar with Hagrid and Professor Kettleburn. I can easily complete the courses they arrange."

"Oh my god, where did you get the time to arrange this?" Cedric always felt that he was a few steps behind Hart.

"Because I know what I want?" Hart replied: "I want to learn advanced magic spells quickly and enhance my combat ability, so all my study plans are arranged accordingly. Put most of my energy into it." In Charms and Transfiguration, all other classes require only a passing grade."

"But your grades in the plant class are not bad at all!"

"That's a matter of talent." Hart feels that he has a natural affinity for animals and plants.

If there was no such thing as Voldemort, he would also like to travel around the world and see different scenery like his old senior Newt Scamander.

Unfortunately, this is impossible.

"Okay, the divination class classroom is in the north tower, and that place is on the top of the building."

Hart patted Cedric on the shoulder and said with a smile: "And these moving stairs always change every day of school, so you have to go."

"They should put up some signs," Cedric complained with a headache.

"I'm afraid it will take a while!" Hart shook his head in disapproval. He didn't think professors would care about such a thing.

Cedric said dejectedly: "I already regret it."

"The deal is done, you'd better be patient!"

Hart just couldn't bear to tell Cedric that not only would he learn nothing.

So let's let Trelawney, who was tortured to the point of madness by her prophecy ability, tell him!

"gone!"

After saying goodbye to Cedric, Hart walked to the second floor, came to the magic text classroom, opened the door and walked in.

Hart scanned the entire classroom and didn't see any little wizards under fifth grade.

This is also normal. The ancient magic texts themselves are very obscure and require a lot of energy to learn. The young wizard who has just entered school is at a time when he is more playful, so how can he not find it enjoyable on his own.

Even those senior students did not come here to learn how to use runes, but needed a new course to make up for their credits so that they could graduate smoothly.

"Hart, come and sit with us."

The little badgers saw Hart and greeted him warmly.

Hart sat among the little badgers, took out his textbook, and asked, "Do you know who the new ancient magic text professor is this year?"

The little badgers all shook their heads: "After Professor Bablin retired last year, there has been no news about the new professor."

"I really hope this new professor can be more tolerant and not leave so many homework assignments, so that we can graduate smoothly."

Seeing the little badgers around him all turning bitter faces, Hart said that he could understand their plight.

If it weren't for the threat of Voldemort, he wouldn't want to come into contact with the obscure ancient magic texts at all.

While everyone was sighing, an old man wearing a white robe walked in. Although he was a bit thin, everyone automatically fell silent and stopped talking for a moment.

The old man took a piece of paper and read it again and again, and finally said: "Very good. It seems that everyone is here. Let's start today's magic class."

"I am the new ancient magic text professor, Phoenix Perenal!"

Professor Phoenix turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard.

Hart looked at the new professor and found that although he had white hair, his skin was white and tender, and his limbs were full of vitality. He was not at all what he should be at this age.

"Ancient runes are a difficult and obscure course, so our first class does not require exposure to advanced theories. It is enough to understand the origin and development of runes."

Professor Phoenix spoke in a low voice and a soft tone, which at least made a good first impression.

"At present, the most commonly used ancient magic script is rune script, which is also called rune script. According to legend, this ancient script originated from Odin, the god-king of the Asa clan, who gave his right eye in exchange for the fountain of wisdom. , and then hung himself upside down under the World Tree, sacrificing himself at his own expense, gaining the wisdom of Runas, and knowing the origin of the world—the thirteen original runes."

No one cares about boring theories, but everyone loves to hear interesting stories.

Everyone's favorable impression of this new professor has increased, and they hope he can talk more.

But Professor Phoenix stopped and asked, "Can anyone tell me how runes can work?"

Hart raised his hand, and Professor Phoenix singled out him as the only student to raise his hand.

"Run mantras, as long as they are carved on wood, stone, metal or even any material, you can get infinite power."

"Very standard answer." Professor Phoenix nodded.

"But in fact, Nordic wizards initially liked to carve runes on the surface of their bodies in order to feel the blessings of God."

Hart frowned and asked, "Every rune can summon powerful magic power when used. I'm afraid the human body cannot withstand such an impact."

"Very good!" Professor Phoenix clapped his hands: "This is what I want to remind everyone. Runes are very powerful. I hope you will not use them as toys."

"Please come forward."

The professor called everyone closer to the big podium, and then he took out some round wooden blocks from his pocket.

"Next, I will teach you the most original thirteen runes"

The professor took out his wand and carved a letter similar to a "k" on the block of wood.

"This symbol represents fire, inner light and divine wisdom. In its simplest application it looks like this."

Professor Phoenix gently tapped the wand and lifted the block of wood into the air. A flame the size of a fist burned, scaring the little wizards into screaming.

But after exclaiming, they became excited again. This was much better than boring theories.

Everyone followed Professor Phoenix to carve the runes that represented fire and light, but until the end of get out of class, no one could make the runes burn.

Hart is no exception.