Early morning.
Bright sunlight pierced through the air and struck the surface of the lake.
Filtered by the lake water, it became deep and soft, passing through the glass windows of the Slytherin dormitory and turning into light and shadows resembling small snakes.
Julian woke up early and enjoyed a view of the Giant Squid at the bottom of the lake in front of the window.
It is said that the Black Lake of Hogwarts has been enchanted, and students who fall into the water will be lifted up by the Giant Squid.
I must say, this point is still quite user-friendly.
It is just unknown how much salary Dumbledore pays the lifeguard Giant Squid?
Picking out the books needed for today from his luggage, Julian walked all the way along the spiral staircase toward the dining hall.
However, he was not in a hurry to eat, but instead found a place with a good view to observe the students going to class.
There are as many as one hundred and forty-two staircases in Hogwarts, almost all of which move around by themselves, and some even suddenly disappear.
Furthermore, some doors are actually just doors, with thick walls behind them.
This design was meant to resist the witch hunts of the Muggles in the past, but now the ones most affected are the students.
Look, Julian saw with his own eyes as Malfoy missed a step and fell down from the stairs.
If special magic hadn’t been cast here to allow the young Wizards to land smoothly, I’m afraid Hogwarts would go out of business before Voldemort even had to make a move.
“Damn it!”
“I have to climb from the base again!”
“I really should have my father tell Dumbledore to tear down all these stairs!” Malfoy muttered curses as he started climbing up again.
Actually, Julian quite liked this section of the stairs; falling down from it allowed one to go straight to eat, maximizing efficiency.
When a student fell from that suddenly disappearing staircase for the ninth time, Julian finally grasped the changing rules of the stairs leading to the classroom, since someone had tested the errors for him with their own body.
However, his top priority right now was to go eat first.
Breakfast was considered quite lavish; the House-elves of Hogwarts would prepare a large number of dishes for the students.
After gnawing on a roasted chicken leg, Julian cut some cured sausage, took some other side dishes, and made himself a sandwich packed full of fillings.
While eating, Julian distinctly sensed that the young Wizards passing by looked at him with somewhat different eyes.
Many people walked quickly past him, casting hurried glances at him, or stood in the distance whispering while watching him.
This made Julian feel a bit strange.
Could it be that they want to eat my sandwich?
If you want to eat, make it yourself.
Why are you looking at me?
Under the gaze of his classmates, Julian accelerated his eating speed.
After finishing his meal, he hugged his textbooks and prepared to go to class.
As a result, just as he walked out of the dining hall, he saw Ron falling down from the stairs.
That was the tenth one, making it a round number.
Julian waved his wand, used a Levitation Charm to catch Ron, and then slowly pushed him back onto the stairs.
“Thanks.” Ron poked his little head out from the stairs.
Following the experience gained from the classmates just now, Julian walked up the stairs.
Soon he arrived in front of that disappearing flight of stairs, and Harry and Ron hadn’t left after all.
“We wanted to thank you.”
“Oh, come on, we don’t know how to get to the classroom, and we’ve been wandering here for a long time.”
This made the two of them feel somewhat awkward inside.
After all, Slytherin has a notorious reputation, and with Malfoy bringing glory outside all day long.
In their eyes, Slytherin students were hardly any good people.
Even though the person in front of them had the surname Prewett.
“I will take you there.” Julian took the initiative to speak.
Harry and Ron silently nodded and followed behind him.
“Hey, Harry, I heard that Slytherin almost got into a fight in the common room yesterday.
Theodore Nott’s hair is all gone.”
“Who did it?”
Ron puckered his mouth toward Julian ahead of them: “Slytherin just isn’t united.”
“Is he really a cousin of your family?” Harry glanced at Julian’s back and said in a low voice.
“Not sure yet.” Ron tossed a Chocolate Frog into his mouth, took out that card and looked at it, “It’s Dumbledore again.”
This class was Professor McGonagall’s Transfiguration Class, taken jointly by the two houses of Slytherin and Gryffindor.
Hermione arrived at the classroom early, sat in the front row, and turned the pages of the book to preview seriously.
Of course, it could also be said to be review, after all, she had already memorized the textbooks.
Professor McGonagall hadn’t come yet; only a tabby cat was squatting on the podium, licking its paws from time to time.
The young Wizards were not in a hurry to enter the classroom, but stood in the corridor in twos and threes.
Julian walked through the door and saw the kitty squatting on the podium at a glance.
The kitty also turned its head to look at him, and Julian clearly saw that the patterns around the cat’s eyes somewhat resembled Professor McGonagall’s square glasses.
Anyone could guess who it was with their heels, alright.
Julian really wanted to go up and touch it, then pretend not to know and muddle through.
As a newly enrolled first-year young Wizard, failing to recognize Professor McGonagall’s Transfiguration is very normal, right?
Perhaps because he stared for too long, the kitty on the podium jumped down, and in the blink of an eye turned into Professor McGonagall.
“Good morning, Professor McGonagall.
I didn’t know it was you.” Julian pretended to look surprised and greeted.
What a missed opportunity!
There was only this one chance for Professor McGonagall to turn into a kitty to welcome new students, and there wouldn’t be any chance to pet the kitty Professor later.
Indeed, hesitation leads to defeat!
“Hello.”
Professor McGonagall was somewhat surprised inside and pushed her glasses up.
She was somewhat unsure whether Julian had recognized her just now.
Hearing Julian’s voice, Hermione seemed to sense something, raised her head from her books, and waved at him: “Come quickly, Julian, sit here.”
“Thank you, Hermione.”
Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and walked toward the back row.
“Good morning, Julian.” Neville poked his upper body out from the back row and greeted Julian.
“Good morning, Longbottom.”
Julian placed the textbooks needed for class later on the desktop and replied: “Not bad, the classmates are all quite enthusiastic.
I’ve blended right in with them.”
Slytherin…
enthusiastic?
Even coming from Julian, these words made Hermione feel very strange.
Because the two of them sat in the front row, the young Wizards walking into the classroom saw them first.
Everyone’s eyes turned somewhat weird: Slytherin and Gryffindor students sitting together—no matter how you look at it, this is a bit strange.
Although mixed seating wasn’t impossible, even when students from these two houses took large classes together, their seats were clearly demarcated.
After everyone had arrived, Professor McGonagall started the class.
She was usually a serious person, and became even more rigorous during class, speaking without any mercy.
“Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous magic among the courses you learn at Hogwarts.” Like a stern teacher, Professor McGonagall swept her gaze in a circle, making every young Wizard feel that she was looking at them.
“Anyone who dares to monkey around in my class, I will ask them out and never allow them in again.
I have warned you.”
Then, McGonagall waved her wand and turned her podium into a pig.
Hermione widened her eyes, wanting to find some loopholes or flaws from this pig.
But she soon gave up, because this pig looked far too much like a pig.
Seeing the students’ astonished expressions, McGonagall was very satisfied: “Before you begin waving your wands, we need to first learn the knowledge about Transfiguration.”
Probably the process of the first lesson for all courses is about the same.
It’s always talking about the general framework, utility effects, theoretical basis, and historical origins of this course first.
Although these things don’t have much impact on casting Transfiguration, the biggest difference between a legitimate school and wild practitioners is systematic and institutionalized approaches, which is why they say “you can tell which school they belong to the moment they make a move.”
After a lengthy and boring theoretical explanation, Professor McGonagall finally allowed the young Wizards to pick up their wands and try to turn the matches in front of them into a needle.
Under the blessing of Spell Inspiration, Julian quickly mastered the Transfiguration Spell.
Hmm…
so should I show my talent or hide it?
Julian had only shown his strength in the Slytherin common room so that others would not get any ideas about bullying him, thinking he was a weak target.
But showing his strength here was not necessary.
Heh.
Just kidding, I refuse to be a cuck.
After all, I’ve always hated when other isekai protagonists think like that.
He waved his wand.
“Not bad.” McGonagall picked up the embroidery needle Julian had transformed and nodded in satisfaction, “Five points to Slytherin.”
Hermione also succeeded quickly, winning five points for Gryffindor as well.
It could be considered a dynamic balance.
Neville worked hard for more than half the class, and in the end only managed to make the head of the match sharp.
However, he was already quite satisfied himself; as long as he practiced a few more times, he would definitely succeed.
During the break.
Theodore Nott reluctantly stood up from his seat and shuffled over in front of Neville.