“I don’t think Will seems like a bad person.” Harry felt that Ron was exaggerating; although Will was a student in Slytherin, he didn’t look like a Dark Wizard no matter how one looked at it.
On the contrary, Professor McGonagall even praised Will for helping classmates.
Looking at Neville and Hermione by Will’s side, Harry fell silent.
…
Hogwarts didn’t have many first-year courses.
History of Magic was very interesting, but the dry Professor Binns used his monotonous, shriveled, and hollow tone to make the class devoid of fun.
Even because of his completely unfluctuating tone, it gave Will the illusion that he was listening to white noise.
This class was really suitable for catching up on sleep; after all, Professor Binns didn’t take attendance, didn’t ask questions, and had almost no communication with the students.
Passing the History of Magic exam only required cramming and memorization.
Hardly anyone listened in this class, including Will.
He always sat in the back row to read on his own.
For him, History of Magic was still very useful; he could find many clues about Wizards from History of Magic.
From it, he could learn which Wizards were more prominent in which aspects, and then Will could look for their works or deeds to study from them.
For example, the paper lying in his book trunk, “The Secret of Andros: The Unconventional Patronus Charm,” was a professional academic paper analyzing the ancient Wizard Andros.
This guy’s Patronus Charm was as big as a Giant, and he could cast spells without a wand.
Herbology was one of Will’s few inconspicuous courses.
After all, their Herbology was very simple right now, mainly learning how to cultivate basic magical plants.
There was nothing too special about it, nor was it dangerous.
Many Young Wizards who had read the books in advance could answer Professor Sprout’s questions.
In Charms class, Professor Flitwick took great care of Will, but he quickly discovered that Will’s spell level was very high, far exceeding the scope of a first-year student.
“Will, I thought you would come to Ravenclaw.” When Will stayed after class to ask Professor Flitwick questions, there was a hint of regret in the Professor’s tone.
“Alright, child, we won’t discuss these things. What was it you wanted to ask?”
“Professor, I saw in a book that the evolution of contemporary magic…”
[You have acquired new spell knowledge, Charms experience +1]
[You have acquired new spell knowledge, Charms experience +1]
[You have acquired new spell knowledge, Charms experience +1]
…
Will had already started enjoying life at Hogwarts.
The speed of grinding experience here was much faster than at home, and his Transfiguration was almost at LV3.
On Wednesday evening, Will was enjoying his dinner: a perfectly fried small steak with mashed potatoes, Britain’s national dish of fish and chips, and a large glass of orange juice.
Uncharacteristically, Sylvia wasn’t by his side; she seemed to be having some small activity with a few Slytherin girls.
[You have acquired new Transfiguration knowledge, Transfiguration experience +1]
[You have acquired new Transfiguration knowledge, Transfiguration experience +1]
While stuffing fries into his mouth and reading a book, Will was suddenly surrounded by a group of Young Wizards.
Two or three of them didn’t look like first-year students; they were at least second-year or even third-year students.
The student at the head was obviously an older Wizard.
The two people beside him were none other than Ivan Selwyn and Obern Nott, who hadn’t returned to the dormitory for two days.
It seemed that two days’ time had allowed them to find backing.
“Hey, Ravenclaw’s undercover agent; why didn’t you hide behind a woman today?” Obern was obviously full of resentment; after all, since coming to Hogwarts, he hadn’t slept in his own bed for a single day.
“Merlin, why do I have to let a bunch of bugs like this disturb my peaceful life?” Will supported his forehead looking like he had a headache.
He just wanted to steadily grind experience!
“Junior, let me give you a little advice.” The person at the head had a slightly arrogant tone in his voice.
“I know you’re very smart and have good talent, but as a senior, I advise you to keep a low profile and stay humble. You should know that Wizards with your kind of talent are not uncommon in the Wizarding World. If you can apologize to the two of them, I can reconcile you in the name of the Yaxley family. Of course, if you are willing to cooperate with the Yaxley family, I warmly welcome you.”
He knew that Will’s talent was more than just good; being able to skillfully use aggressive spells that most second-year students failed to master on the very first day of school, this kid was clearly gifted.
Moreover, in just two days, Will had earned the title of “Ravenclaw’s undercover agent,” and the kid clearly loved reading as well.
A gifted student who loved learning would not have low future achievements.
Even as a helper, he would be much better than the good-for-nothing fools from ordinary Pure-blood families.
As a third-year student, Yaxley naturally knew that many children from Pure-blood families were actually good-for-nothing sluggards.
“This ‘senior,’ although I don’t know where your confidence comes from, my advice is to let this bunch of bugs stop provoking me. I just want to study in peace. If anyone has an opinion about me wanting to study, I wouldn’t mind making all of them spend the night on the wall lamps of the common room.” Will stuffed the last bite of fried fish fillet into his mouth, methodically stuffing his books into his portable book trunk.
He felt that he needed to make some brainless members of Slytherin realize the gap between themselves and him.
“It seems you really want to be the thorn in the side among the first-years?” Yaxley couldn’t save face, as Will hadn’t given him any face.
“Do you know what Yaxley represents?”
“Yaxley, along with that idiot Selwyn and Nott, are all the so-called Sacred Twenty-Eight. You don’t need to remind me, I’m very clear-headed.”
“Very well, very well.”
Will felt that Yaxley was a bit exasperated.
“Alright, do you guys want to stand there like fools, or have a ‘fair duel’? I must remind you, I’m in a hurry.” Will picked up his book trunk, stood up, pushed away the students blocking his side, and walked toward the direction of the Slytherin common room.
Not far away, platinum-blond Draco Malfoy saw this scene, put down his fork, and followed behind the group of people.
“Hey, Goyle, Crabbe, quick, keep up.”
…
Slytherin Common Room.
“Will, what’s going on? I just didn’t see you for a moment, how did you get with this group—” Sylvia rushed anxiously toward Will, looking as if she wanted to block between Will and Yaxley and the others.
“OK, OK, OK, Lestrange, this matter has nothing to do with you. You’d better not get involved because of this Muggle kid, okay?” Yaxley waved his hand, and two Slytherin students immediately walked up towards Sylvia, wanting to intercept Sylvia.
“Alright Sylvia, don’t worry, I won’t be hurt.” With his wand in hand, Will pointed it at those two Slytherin students, immediately causing the two of them to freeze in place, not daring to step forward.
“Behrens!”
“Alright, don’t worry. Although I don’t know why you’re so worried about me, trust me, I’ll be fine. Besides, if I don’t make these guys understand a few things, they’ll always come to disturb my studies.” Will felt it was time to make this group of Young Wizards stay away from him; otherwise, always wasting time with these people, how could he study magic well?
LV4 Charms weren’t just for show.