Before Friday’s Potions Class, Julian had a few more classes to attend.
First was the Charms Class taught by Professor Flitwick.
The Head of House of Ravenclaw House was a short male Wizard whose height only reached about Dumbledore’s waist.
Everyone guessed that he had some Goblin ancestry.
Although his voice was squeaky when he lectured, he was a genuine Charm Master and even a dueling champion.
To be honest, ordinary young Wizards couldn’t find a Wizard of this caliber anywhere outside of Hogwarts even if they searched with a lantern.
Even if one truly had the honor of becoming his apprentice, it was hard to say whether he would teach hand-in-hand like Flitwick.
Not to mention, Professor Flitwick would also take out small, delicious cupcakes from his drawer and make them dance to comfort down-and-out young Wizards.
Teachers like this were rare.
The first Charms Class learned to light the wand tip, and the spell was “Lumos”.
Although this spell was very simple, in reality, it was not invented until the eighteenth century.
Because it was simple and easy to learn, as long as you were a Wizard, had a wand, and could speak, you would definitely be able to cast it.
In the early days, Lumos was even used to distinguish Wizards from Squibs, with an accuracy rate of almost one hundred percent.
It could be said that if someone couldn’t learn Lumos, they were definitely not a Wizard.
The frequency of using this spell was also very high.
The famous magizoologist Newt Scamander once lit his wand at Nicolas Flamel’s home, checked Yusuf Kama’s eyes, and pulled out a water dragon parasite from inside.
Professor Flitwick understood the principle that learning required positive feedback to form a virtuous cycle.
As long as young Wizards successfully cast a small spell, the joy of this success would push them to immerse themselves in magical Charms.
That was why he chose to teach Lumos in the first class.
It was a pity that Julian had already learned Lumos long ago.
He continued to flip through the spell book he borrowed from the Library, learning other spells.
After the Charms Class was the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class.
Of course, it could also be called the “Annual Professor Class”.
Teaching this class this year was Professor Quirrell, who came from Ravenclaw House.
He was previously a teacher of the Muggle Studies Class, and was later drafted by Dumbledore to teach this class.
“O-Okay, students…
Class has begun.
W-We…
today, what we are going to learn today is…”
Quirrell’s stuttering way of speaking filled the classroom with a cheerful atmosphere.
The students all pointed at him, bursting into roaring laughter from time to time.
Quirrell’s class was as tasteless as chewing wax, completely stuttering and reading from the book verbatim.
The students were also unwilling to listen, and they all frolicked on their own, no one taking him seriously.
Julian thought to himself that if he were willing to take off his turban and drag Voldemort out for a stroll, this group of chattering young Wizards would probably be frightened to death.
To be honest, Julian felt a bit regrettable in his heart.
Quirrell was an academic top student of Ravenclaw, and his knowledge was originally very profound.
As a result, he had now become a cowardly Professor who only knew how to read verbatim, which made him miss many opportunities to learn.
“If I go to find Quirrell in private, will Voldemort take over?” Julian couldn’t help thinking in his heart.
For some unknown reason, Voldemort, who excelled in Dark Arts, had a nearly paranoid obsession with teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class.
Even because Dumbledore disagreed with him teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class, he flew into a rage from embarrassment and cast a curse on this class that even Dumbledore could not undo.
Julian didn’t care who was teaching him.
Whether it was Quirrell or Voldemort, knowledge and power themselves had no attributes of good or evil, it all depended on how people used them.
Besides, only by studying Voldemort could one fight against Voldemort!
Learning the skills of the barbarians to control the barbarians, after all.
But he only thought about this idea in his mind and didn’t say it out loud.
After that was the Herbology Class by Professor Sprout, the Head of House of Hufflepuff.
She was a chubby Witch who would usually stay in the Greenhouse, fiddling with the flowers and plants she planted.
Therefore, her clothes were always stained with a lot of dirt, making her look less like a professor and more like a gardener.
“Welcome to the Greenhouse.”
Professor Sprout stood at the entrance of the Greenhouse and said to the young Wizards with a serious look.
“Before the class starts, I need to remind you of a few things first.”
“The herbs in the Greenhouse are all magical plants.
Even the most ordinary plants have a certain degree of danger.
Therefore, without my permission, you cannot touch any plants, and you must wear protective clothing properly.”
“Do you understand?”
“Understood.” The students nodded in unison.
After entering the Greenhouse, Professor Sprout arranged them around a large table, on which sat a circle of herb pots.
These moving magical plants made the young Wizards feel very novel.
Coupled with Professor Sprout’s simple and easy-to-understand explanations, they listened to this class with great relish and didn’t feel bored at all.
But the most surprising thing was Neville.
No one expected that he turned out to be the first student to complete Professor Sprout’s request.
“Neville, you must be a Herbology genius,” Julian said.
“Thank you, Julian.” Neville scratched his head a little sheepishly.
“I don’t know what happened either, I succeeded all at once.”
Looking at the pot of dittany in front of Neville, Julian deliberately praised him greatly, praising Neville until he felt embarrassed, before suddenly changing the subject.
“If you ask me, you really should study Herbology more and not waste your talent.”
“Really?!
I will definitely study hard!” Neville’s eyes were firm, as if he had found his direction for study.
“Alright, come to me for help if you have any difficulties.”
“Julian, you’re so good.” Neville was very touched.
What he didn’t know was that actually, from the moment he entered the Greenhouse, Julian had discovered that every single plant in here was a rare plant of very high value.
Taking out a few branches and leaves casually could sell for hundreds of Galleons.
What Julian was thinking in his heart was to let Neville study Herbology more, and after he later became a Professor of Herbology at Hogwarts, wouldn’t these precious herbs be picked by him at will?
Perhaps we can find a place to build a Greenhouse for Neville, the Room of Requirement should work.
At that time, let him cultivate herbs and act as free labor for me.”
We’re all buddies, how could he charge me money?
His academic progress and my acquisition of herbs are a win-win good thing.
He’ll even have to thank me!
Julian thought happily.
Soon Friday arrived, and the new students were about to welcome their first Potions Class.
Because Professor Snape’s image of a greasy-haired big bat was deeply rooted in people’s hearts, many new students had already heard about him before class.
There were also many rumors about him, such as “never washing his hair”, such as “not adding a single point to Gryffindor, and not deducting a single point from Slytherin”, and “often scolding students to tears in class.”
This left these newly enrolled young Wizards with lingering fears.
They all ran to the classroom early, for fear of being late.
Look, after finishing his meal and just walking out of the dining hall, Julian saw several new students hurrying towards the dungeons.
“Hurry up, hurry up, the one teaching Potions Class is Professor Snape.”
“Don’t be late!
He’s not someone to be trifled with!”
“I heard that every time he has class, he scolds several students to tears.”
Arriving at the Potions Class classroom, the first thing Julian saw was rows of glass jars placed in the cabinets against the wall, containing all kinds of animal specimens.
Timid students still trembled with fear, staying a bit further away from those bottles and jars.
“Julian, come here.” Hermione waved at him.