After the Professor left, the male and female prefects began assigning dormitories.
Coincidentally, there was an odd number of girls this year, so a single dormitory was left over, and at this moment, almost all the first-years looked at Bellatrix.
Because everyone had spent some time together, more or less, when coming to Hogwarts, only Bellatrix seemed to have suddenly stepped down from the train.
And before entering the Castle, she was always free and calm, just as if she had returned to her own home, which gave a tremendous shock to this batch of newly enrolled first-years.
Of course, her unusual and somewhat dazzling beauty also played a huge role.
Therefore, seeing her, one could not say it was fear; it could only be said that some felt she was not from the same world as themselves.
Just like that, upon first enrollment, she became the most special one among this batch of first-years.
Watching everyone look straightforwardly at Bellatrix, while the prefects didn’t consider it to be due to isolation, they instead showed expressions of satisfaction.
Oh please, that was Black!
The current first-years would know in the future who they were in the same grade with.
Logically, Bellatrix obtained the privilege of a single dormitory, and she was also very satisfied with it.
After truly entering the dormitory, under the cyan-colored curtains, the soft large bed made her extremely satisfied as well.
She took out her wand, and with a wave, placed the things in her trunk into their proper positions.
It was merely a simple application of the Levitation Charm; she did not feel the slightest bit conceited.
Perhaps it was truly the effect of a mature soul, she felt that the biggest advantage when casting Charms was that her control was very strong.
She seemed to be able to clearly feel the flow of magic under the effect of the Charms.
Although it was her first contact with the magic world, she seemed to be a born master of magic, without a trace of obstruction; if she had to describe it, it was fluent.
During the period before the school term started, due to vigilance towards that book from the family, she had instead never tried a single Dark Arts spell.
What she practiced the most were still the Charms in the Hogwarts textbooks, such as “The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1” and “The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2”.
She used them without any major difficulty.
In order not to create difficulties for her magic path, she also asked her father.
At that time, Cygnus first took out some magic items to test, and then after inquiring with some family portraits, he seemed to know something.
Then he looked at her with pleasant surprise, and then comforted her, “Fantastic, Bellatrix, you are simply a born Charms master, you will become the pride of our family.”
Speaking of school textbooks, she was very interested in Charms and Transfiguration.
As for Herbology and Potion, although she had also glanced over them hastily, she did not think she would achieve anything in these areas; after all, the talents required for these two courses were more special.
As for Defense Against the Dark Arts, after reading it, she sincerely felt that it was not taught as well as the basic textbook at home.
It could be clearly seen that there were many obscure things inside that they didn’t want to describe in depth.
As for the other subjects, Bellatrix simply treated them like elective courses from her previous life; understanding them was enough.
On the first night after enrollment, Bellatrix didn’t read much; instead, she rested early.
Accompanied by the moonlight outside the window, Bellatrix had a very good sleep.
Early in the morning, she got up and finished washing up very early.
When she arrived at the common room, there were only a few upperclassmen preparing something.
Seeing her appear, they were very surprised.
“The Handmaiden Black, did you get up so early? Is the bed uncomfortable?” a boy asked cautiously.
It seemed that as long as she mentioned a tiny problem, he would figure out a way to solve it.
“No, it’s just a habit.” Bellatrix said casually.
The boy said flatteringly, “The Handmaiden Black, you are truly too diligent…”
How should I put it, although Bellatrix had long known that someone might want to suck up to the family, she hadn’t expected someone like this on the very first day of enrollment.
To prevent him from continuing, Bellatrix directly ignored him, walked out of the common room, and headed straight towards the dining hall.
Her purpose in waking up so early was, on one hand, to familiarize herself with the route.
Although Rodolphus had given her a hand-drawn detailed map last night, after all, it was something given by someone else, and she wasn’t that familiar with it yet.
On the other hand, she was also worried that she would be like Harry Potter, running around in a hurry during the first class with her image completely ruined.
If others knew about such an image, she didn’t know how they would mock her behind her back.
She arrived at the dining hall, and unexpectedly, someone was already eating there at the Ravenclaw long table, and still holding a book.
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She specifically instructed the school’s House-elf to prepare a light diet this morning.
After all, her first class was the Dean’s Potion Class.
According to her experience, the classrooms where such classes were held usually didn’t smell very good, and she might need some time to adapt.
Then she leisurely walked towards the classroom; there was still nearly an hour left, which was very ample.
At this time, she saw twos and threes of people running towards the dining hall.
Judging by their appearance, she wondered if they would be late in a moment.
When she arrived at the Potion classroom, it was completely empty inside.
She found a seat in the front row and sat down, then began reading the Potion textbook.
When she looked up again, the classroom was gradually filled with people.
This class was taken together with the people from Gryffindor.
It seemed to be a Hogwarts tradition that the first class of the term was usually Slytherin and Gryffindor together, and Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff together.
It was just that Slytherin’s first class was Potion, while Ravenclaw’s first class was Charms.
Professor Slughorn pushed the door open and walked in at this moment, then stood in front of the podium.
He wasn’t like Snape in the movies, who would spew poison right from the start and dismiss the students as completely worthless.
Instead, in the eyes of Gryffindor, it could even be considered amiable, but Bellatrix keenly perceived the arrogance in the Professor’s tone.
“Very well, children, regarding the subject of Potion, we still need to try it with our hands. However, put away your wands; in the early stages of Potion brewing, you do not need to fiddle with your wands.”
“The Potion we are trying to make today is the Cure for Boils — this is a very simple Potion, except that a successful brew will cure boils, while a failed Potion will trigger rashes.”
Then he once again described many side effects of the Potion, but the eagerness in his tone seemed to be expecting someone to make a mistake.
Bellatrix was paired up with a boy from Slytherin.
The boy was responsible for the preparation, while she was responsible for the final brewing.
When actually brewing, Bellatrix stirred the liquid in the cauldron while letting her mind wander: “Isn’t this just like the Witch in fairy tales, stirring a bunch of unknown liquids…”
She didn’t notice that while stirring, she almost stirred one extra circle.
Had it not been for the subtle magical fluctuations suddenly coming from the cauldron that made her glance over, she might have run into trouble in her very first class.
Fortunately, there was no mistake yet…