[Comprehensive] Time travel is not the fault of the system

After writing letters home, Vitas and Draco had a good night's sleep before their classes at Hogwarts began.

As the chief, Draco needs to take the students with him. Of course, he needs to lead the team even for breakfast.

The auditorium was noisy, and there were already many people in it.

In fact, when the purebloods of Slytherin go out, both men and women will spend a lot of time on dressing up, just like Draco boy, his hobby is to apply pomade, and he must make himself shiny and handsome.

Even knowing that this would lead to a higher hairline, the boy Draco used it without hesitation because he thought he was young, handsome and capable, completely ignoring the earnest advice of his parents and elder brother.

↑It's really going to be bald, Draco, don't take it seriously!

After a group of Slytherins finished dressing up, they filed out almost at about the same time, lined up according to family background, strength, etc., and then Draco led them to the auditorium.

Only the Slytherins could do such a neat entrance.

When the Slytherins were all seated according to their positions, the entire auditorium was silent for a moment, and then a buzzing discussion erupted.

However, most of the freshmen are surprised by this, and the old students have seen too many eccentricities of Slytherin, which can only be regarded as a small case.

Slytherins always dined quietly, hardly speaking, which was completely different from others who were spitting while eating breakfast.

Yes, that's right, the lions that Gryffindor looked at here are talking about you!

Even if you want to talk, will you die if you swallow the breakfast in your mouth first? !

The Draco teenager silently glanced at the savior who was talking happily with the red-haired Ron Weasley and a Muggle girl, and then pushed away the pumpkin juice that Vitas brought for him.

The scene I saw just now was too unsightly, and now I have no appetite at all!

Mr. Harry Savior Potter, can you be any more obvious in the way you keep staring at Slytherin and talking with your companions? !

Also, didn't you know you spilled your spit on that Weasley's red-haired pumpkin juice? !

Vitas knocked on the table, and two glasses of milk appeared on the long table in front of them: "Xiaolong."

The eldest young master didn't feel much when his younger brother called him "Little Dragon". He always felt that he and his younger brother were born in the wrong order.

Seeing that Vitas had already started drinking, and there was another glass in front of him, the meaning was obvious, so Master Draco had no choice but to follow his brother's wishes and drink the milk in front of him unhappy.

It's not that Draco doesn't like milk, it's just that...

"Xiaolong, you've got milk on your lips again." Vitas said while wiping off the milk stains for him.

The expressions of the people around were as if they had seen a ghost.

Draco secretly slandered in his heart, this kind of reaction again, isn't it a big deal!

Slytherin is okay, Gryffindor on the opposite side, the Weasley twins, have already started making up songs.

Hey, on the other side, don't think that we are separated by a little distance and I can't hear your speech!

"Draco Malfoy is a child who can't grow up, and he wants his brother to hug him and call him a good boy" What the hell is that?

Seeing that the first graders had almost eaten, Draco looked around and stood up.

The others also lined up in formation, and then filed out and left the auditorium.

Hogwarts' freshmen courses, as mentioned earlier, Slytherin and Gryffindor are mostly taught together.

When the Slytherins came in, the classroom was empty except for a cat lying on the podium.

After all, it was the first day of class, and the ever-changing terrain of Hogwarts Castle often caused freshmen to get lost unfortunately. If they were more careless, even old students would fall on it.

Slytherin is a little better. The new chief will get a complete map of Hogwarts Castle in advance, so that he can use it when leading the way the next day.

As for Gryffindor... there is no such good treatment.

So the Slytherins expressed their understanding that there are no Gryffindors coming to the classroom.

The Slytherins sat in their seats, occasionally talking with nearby acquaintances, but their voices were very low.

This section is the Transfiguration class, and the professor is McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor.

Apparently, Gryffindor first-years don't know how to do their dean a favor.

When the first Gryffindor student rushed in through the half-open door, the cat on the podium couldn't help but started pacing.

Well, so, Gryffindor-like...

Draco curled his lips in disdain, then sat quietly in his seat and read his textbook.

God knows, he has taught himself the Transfiguration course several times, and he can even practice wandless magic.

There is no doubt that McGonagall is a serious and responsible professor—although in the current classroom, this professor has not yet appeared, and only a cat supervises the classroom instead of her—the blackboard is full of dense notes, even Gryffindor I also want to give my dean a face, and carefully take out the parchment to copy the notes.

At this time, the entire classroom was silent, no matter how hidden the two figures who sneaked in through the crack of the door were, they would still attract the attention of most students in the classroom.

"Aha, the pushy savior and his little minion," Draco said to his brother.

Vitas was on the side, trying to take notes.

There are two textbooks on his desk, both open, one is in English, the textbook for Hogwarts, and the other is in German - this is the morning when Lucius used the Malfoy's The golden eagle is accompanied by Durmstrang's textbooks sent by several owls.

As expected, Patriarch Malfoy didn't talk big, and said that Vitas would be transferred to another school, and the place was quickly obtained.

Considering that transfer procedures still need to be completed, during his study at Hogwarts, Vitas not only had to work hard to learn the courses of Hogwarts, the oldest magic school in Europe, but also previewed the courses of Durmstrang in advance. .

Vitas, who was still copying notes, didn't speak. He knew that Draco was just angry because the savior had saved his face.

After all, it's the first day of class, so it's justifiable to be late... right?

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley. You're late for class, so hurry up and sit down!" The cat jumped off the podium when the two Gryffindors were standing panting by the door, and then turned into a human form .

Well, it turns out that Professor McGonagall managed to intimidate a group of students with his own Anima Argus, and poor Mr. Redeemer, who was flushed from being late, got even redder - excited.

Then it was Professor McGonagall's teaching time. After carefully explaining the points on the blackboard, she distributed a match to everyone to turn them into needles.

This is not a difficult exercise, as most Slytherins have a basic magical education.

It's just that the studious girl of Gryffindor was the first to finish.

Professor McGonagall looked at the silver needle on Granger's desk, and said in a compliment: "Miss Granger succeeded, five points for Gryffindor!"

The first successful person appeared in Slytherin after that.

"Mr. Black did it too, five points for Slytherin!"

Following closely behind his younger brother, Draco successfully turned matches into silver needles with simple but delicate patterns on them.

"Mr. Malfoy did a good job, five points for Slytherin!"

Only then did Draco hold back a smile with the corners of his mouth.

Although Vitas practiced in German just now, and after Professor McGonagall added points, he seemed to have added some tricks with silent spells, but his conjurations with silent spells were no worse than him.

After finally assigning two feet of wailing homework, Professor McGonagall finally dismissed the get out of class.