Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

The next morning the sun was shining brightly.

The black lake is embedded in the mountains, and the dark dense forests are layered on top of each other.

Ivan's bed is right next to the window, which allows him to enjoy the distant scenery as soon as he wakes up, which puts him in a good mood. Of course, if it's rainy outside, he will be in a bad mood when he wakes up.

After slowly putting on their clothes, Alvin and Harry Ron went downstairs together - the two of them could not wait for their new Hogwarts life.

"It's over there, look!"

"Which side?"

"Next to that red-haired nerd."

"The one with the glasses?"

"Yes."

"The silver-haired boy next to me is so handsome!"

"Hush! I heard he is a dark wizard..."

Ever since they left the dormitory and went downstairs, there have been people whispering and pointing behind their backs.

There are 140 staircases in Hogwarts, some are wide and some are narrow and some are small.

Because Alvin could not walk normally on moving stairs, Harry and Ron took him to avoid the central staircase and walked down a narrow, small, rickety staircase.

"Why are the stairs shaking so much but nothing happens to you?" Ron couldn't help but ask.

"Because it's not a means of transportation, it's just an out-of-balance stone." Ivan glanced at him: "But if it moves, that's different..."

"Oh, I remember!" Harry suddenly realized: "Yesterday on the Hogwarts Express, Ivan was not affected when he first got on the bus. He only started to vomit after the car started."

"Amazing..." Ron muttered.

After finally finding the way to the auditorium, the three of them hurriedly finished their meal before rushing to the classroom to start a new day of classes.

"Fred! George! What are you doing here?" Ron greeted the two figures in front of him.

"Oh, little Ronnie~" Fred turned around lazily, and his eyes suddenly became enthusiastic after seeing Alvin: "Ha! Alvin! We are looking for you!"

"What are you looking for me for?" Ai Wen was confused.

"Thank you for killing Quirrell so we could run out and play on the morning of the first day of the new semester." George added from the side.

"Okay, you two." Ron shrugged: "Please give in, we have to rush to the History of Magic classroom."

"Oh, History of Magic?" Fred smiled: "Then I wish you good luck."

After the two left, the three finally found the History of Magic classroom.

The teacher who teaches the history of magic is a very old ghost old man. He keeps talking in a monotonous voice. The students below scribble down names and dates. The magical and wonderful history of magic is explained by him. It's like a boring math class - there are still some ups and downs in math class!

Ivan tried hard to open his eyes wide, but his eyelids were so heavy, as if someone was hiding in his eyes and pulling his eyelids down hard.

Harry and Ron had already fallen asleep, and Hermione was the only one in the whole classroom who was writing furiously. The quill in her hand lightly scratched the book, making a slight rustling sound. Alvin felt even sleepier as he listened.

Finally, he tilted his head and fell asleep.

He was not a top student, so it was even more difficult to resist Professor Binns' monotonous statement. For a moment, the entire classroom was littered with corpses. At first glance, it looked as if the entire classroom had been wiped out, leaving Hermione alone. .

And to say that Ivan is least good at dealing with it, it is Professor McGonagall.

Ivan always felt that when she stood on the podium, the entire Hogwarts looked at her face.

"I know that some of you have considerable magical attainments before entering school, but transfiguration is definitely the most complex and dangerous magic among the courses you learn at Hogwarts, so I hope you can Have reverence for its retribution.”

"If anyone is naughty in my class, I will ask him to leave and never allow him to come in again. I have warned you."

She glanced at Alvin with a stern gaze, then pulled out her wand, turning the desk into a pig, and then back again.

The magical transformation technique immediately attracted the attention of the students. Professor McGonagall gave everyone a match and asked everyone to try to turn it into a needle.

Ron and Harry were beating with their wands, their faces flushed from holding back.

Finally Ron picked up the match and asked Harry, "Do you think it's getting a little thinner?"

With a flick of Ivan's wand, the match turned into a needle, and Harry and Ron immediately opened their mouths.

Professor McGonagall noticed the movement here, and a smile appeared on his face: "Please see, Mr. Darknight has succeeded."

Sitting on the front seat, Hermione turned around, glanced at Alvin, and her eyes fell on the silver needle in front of him, with a trace of annoyance on her face.

"Can you share your experience with everyone, Mr. Darknight?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Ivan raised his finger: "Standard casting, determination, belief."

"Is it still the same theory?" Professor McGonagall smiled: "Indeed, the release of magic requires faith. The more powerful the spell, the more so. The stronger the faith, the stronger the spell."

Just like the Patronus Curse requires the happiest memories, the Unforgivable Curse requires strong killing intent, and even a flying curse requires strong confidence.

"Five points for Gryffindor!"

Professor McGonagall said, Harry and Ron suddenly became excited, and Hermione in the front seat dropped her face.

Near the end of get out of class, Hermione finally made some changes in her matches, but it was still a little short of completely turning into silver needles, which shocked her.

After a whole day, Alvin had a general understanding of the level of other students - Natsu's level was better than them when he was five years old.

The reason why he can turn matches into silver needles is actually more due to his superb magic control.

For a person who has been able to control magic with his bare hands all year round, the presence of magic wands and spells made Alvin feel like a driver of a large car suddenly drove into an automatic car and instantly switched to simple mode.

Aiwen only needs to cast spells as standard and adjust the magic output.

"It's a pity that Professor Quirrell was killed by you. I was looking forward to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Ron lamented as he ate roast chicken early Friday morning.

"What's there to learn from that thing?" Ivan didn't take it seriously, waving his wand, making an evil appearance, and said in his voice: "Expelliarmus~hem hahaha~"

Across the table, Hermione, who was drinking porridge, couldn't hold back and squirted out with a puff.

Seeing Alvin's gaze, Hermione's face turned red, she closed the book in her hand and ran away quickly.

"What are the classes today?" Ivan asked.

"Take two Potions classes with Slytherin students." Ron shrugged: "Snape is the dean of Slytherin House, and they say he favors his students. Now he's old enough to see if it's true. so…"

"I wish Professor McGonagall would also favor us..." Harry sighed.

"Forget it, that older cat lady doesn't give anyone face. To be honest, Flame Dragon King Iguniru is gentler than her. At least he won't look like he wants to eat children all day long." Ivan teased.

"Thank you for your comment, Mr. Darknight, I will pay attention to it."

A tall and thin figure floated past behind him, and the three of them were instantly petrified.