Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

First-year students at Hogwarts only have four classes a day, each class lasts an hour, and they study two courses. The rest of the time is free.

This may be a bit watery for Hermione, but this is the limit.

If it is like an ordinary middle school, and the courses are full every day, this will be almost impossible, unless each teacher is equipped with a time converter to allow them to work around the clock.

There is only one teacher teaching each class at Hogwarts. There is one class for two houses, a total of seven grades, and at least twenty-eight classes a week.

Not to mention that most professors almost always need their own time to run their own clubs or their own unique magic experiments. It is impossible to expect them to work continuously in a week.

At this time, as Sisley and others came to Hogwarts for the first Monday...

"It's seven forty!!! Professor Flitwick's Charms class starts in twenty minutes! How can we make it in time!" That night, Harry opened his eyes blankly and tilted his head to take a look. The clock on the bedside table, then a carp sat up and shouted.

""Um? How many? " Ron also sat up in confusion and asked a little confused.

"Seven forty! We'll be late in twenty minutes!" Harry quickly jumped out of bed and started getting dressed.

"There are still twenty minutes left. What are you afraid of?" After hearing this, Ron closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Seeing this, Harry ignored his half-dressed pants and limped to Ron's bedside. He shook Ron's shoulders wildly and shouted, "You forgot what Percy told us yesterday, Hogwarts Castle." The stairs all have their own routes, what if we can’t fool all the stairs at once?”

Ron, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly startled by Harry's words. He suddenly sat up in a cold sweat and rolled under the bed. When Harry saw Ron awake, he ran towards Sisley's bed while holding up his pants. Looking at Sisley who was sleeping soundly on his side, Harry said the same thing and tried to shake him awake.

Two minutes later, the three Sisleys hurried out of the dormitory and met Hermione who was waiting anxiously in the lounge.

"Oh my god, how could you get up so late? Today is our first class at Hogwarts and you plan to be late? And..."

Sisley held a huge spell book under one arm and held a transformed comb in the other hand, struggling to comb his messy, knotted black hair that had not been washed this morning after sleeping all night. hair.

Hermione sighed when she saw this, and took the spell book that Sisley was holding. Sisley glanced at Hermione gratefully and began to comb her hair intently.

"Well, I have to ask the professor in today's Charms class if he has any spells for combing his hair." Sisley spent a lot of effort to comb his hair.

"When you get to the stairs, follow me closely, otherwise you will get lost easily." Hermione turned around and warned after reaching the stairs.

"Okay, okay, designated."

.........

Professor Flitwick stood on several thick books and looked at the group of chattering little wizards below. Looking left and right, he felt that there were four students missing.

But after looking at the clock again, he could only say helplessly: "The time is almost up, so we won't continue to wait for those late students." As he said that, he opened the heavy spell book.

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of chaotic and rapid footsteps in the corridor outside the door. After a while, four panting little wizards appeared at the door of the classroom.

"Professor Flitwick... I'm so sorry, phew... we're late!" Sisley said panting while holding on to the door frame.

"Class starts in half a minute. You're not late. Find a place to sit quickly." Professor Flitwick waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Thank you." Sisley thanked Professor Flitwick profusely, and then walked to the row of seats by the window.

"Phew, that's amazing, we weren't late." Ron said with a sigh of relief after sitting down in his seat.

"Thank you so much to Hermione." Harry echoed in a low voice.

"Okay, little wizards, stop whispering below, let's start class!"

"Open the prologue to the first page of your spell book. Let's first explain the composition of magic and the principles of magic." As he spoke, Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and the blackboard appeared on the blackboard in time.

The little wizards under the podium all wailed loudly when they saw this. They never expected that magic schools also have blackboards and need to take notes.

But this is really not a problem for Sisley and Hermione. After all, Europe is not all about the so-called happy education. During their elementary school years, Sisley and Hermione had a completely elite education with crazy civil strife. In such a school, the two of them They can firmly hold the first and second place in the whole grade, not to mention the theoretical courses of Hogwarts.

Professor Flitwick's writing on the blackboard was so dense and long that the young wizards were dazzled by it, so they had no choice but to copy it all down and digest it slowly. Some of the less intelligent ones had already begun to give up and simply put it away.

Some lay down on the table to sleep, and some flipped through the spell book behind them and waved their magic wands to start practicing directly.

"Sisley! Hermione! You two won't write no matter how hard you write!"

Ron asked softly while lying on the table.

"Although there are many theories, they are the essence of this book. I can understand it at a glance, and Hermione has memorized the book. These theories are very useful. Professor Flitwick has broken down the knowledge. It's ready to be kneaded and fed to our mouths, don't waste it." Sisley replied lazily, resting his chin on his hand.

"Oh, God, but when will this be understood?" Harry on the other side felt that his brain was about to dry up, and whispered as if begging for mercy.

"You don't have to understand it now, just write it down and study it slowly when you go back." Hermione also said while using a quill to spread ink on the parchment.

"You've memorized everything, why are you still writing?" Ron asked confusedly when he saw Hermione copying on the parchment.

"Confirm it, and Sisley is right, these are the essence." Hermione said without raising her head.

"Oh my God, Harry, I'd better make progress with you. I don't think there's any progress with them." Ron said helplessly, scratching his hair.

"Agree, agree." Harry replied while waving his quill almost smoking.

"There are still twenty minutes left. The little wizard who hasn't finished copying has to speed up." Professor Flitwick looked at the clock and said.