Chapter 15 Classroom 15

Chapter 15 15. Classroom

"Some people always say that history is useless. If someone around you says that to you one day, I suggest you stay away from him, because this person is probably an incurable idiot."

In the classroom, the chubby, walrus-like bearded old teacher was humorously giving the opening remarks of the magic history class on the podium, and there were only five children sitting below listening to the lecture.

The ground was shaking slightly, which meant that the carriage did not stop. Unless there were special circumstances, it would always move the school to every place in the UK.

"I have met many such idiots before. They ridiculed that studying history is not even as meaningful as studying how to make slugs clean. The so-called historians are a group of people who are bored and looking for trouble."

"But the significance of history is far greater than any kind of magic. It records us, because we ourselves always exist in the long river of history. In another Hogwarts, one of the main ways they erased the human rights of Muggle students was to erase all the records about Muggle wizards in the history of magic."

Slughorn tapped the blackboard lightly with his wand, and white letters slowly appeared on the black panel.

"Today is your first class at Hogwarts. We will not learn those boring chronicles first. Compared with those, I think the "History of the Founding of Hogwarts" may attract your interest more."

The textbooks used by Jon and others are all second-hand. It's not that Hogwarts has no money to buy them new ones, but now the bookstores in the magic world probably won't sell such normal magic history textbooks.

Seven years ago, the textbooks used by students in the magic school had become banned books. The Ministry of Magic banned any publisher from printing and publishing them, so the books they used now were the textbooks left by the senior students.

The former Slytherin Dean was not old-fashioned in his lectures. Even the boring history of magic became interesting in his mouth.

He told how wizards were persecuted nearly ten centuries ago. The little wizards with magic in that era did not dare to expose their specialness, and no one taught magic to channel them, which led to the constant suppression of magic in their bodies, and finally turned into terrible monsters.

In this era, four great wizards gathered together, built a castle by the mountains and lakes, and founded the first magic school in Europe.

The original purpose of the establishment of this school was to allow every child with magic to have the opportunity to learn magic.

The one and a half hour class passed quickly, and the next herbal class was still indoors.

Pushing open a door from the corridor, there is a room with two rows of wooden shelves, which are filled with dragon leather gloves and protective clothing. There are five doors on the wall opposite the entrance, with the house numbers "Greenhouse 1~5" marked on the doors.

After entering Greenhouse No. 1, this is a room with a transparent ceiling, which can see the blue sky outside without any obstruction and let the sunlight in.

Professor McGonagall was waiting for them here before they came.

"I am not a full-time expert in herbology. My knowledge reserves in this area are far inferior to my predecessor, the deceased Professor Sprout. But the basic knowledge of magic plants is not too profound. If someone of you is extremely talented in this area in the future, I can be a guide. You can come to me to discuss any ideas and doubts about herbology. But even so, I will not relax my requirements for you, and may even be much stricter than the Transfiguration class."

In the green greenhouse, Professor McGonagall taught them with a serious face to understand the functions and habits of these magic plants, and how to cultivate them in practice.

Just as she said, maybe because she took over the role of her friend and served as the Herbology teacher, Professor McGonagall was much stricter in the greenhouse class.

Ron, who was a little careless and made more mistakes, was scolded by her. He became frightened in the second half of the class. His hands with dragon leather gloves were very careful even if he just touched a leaf.

After the morning class, lunch was still held in the same restaurant as breakfast.

Because there was no house division, the students in the carriage sat together according to their grades. The food on each table was the same, arranged by the class schedule, and cooked by senior students who had no classes in the second half of the morning.

"I heard that the lunch at noon today was made by George and Fred's grade."

At the table, Ron looked at a sausage on the plate with disgust.

"This must be Fred's work. He fries sausages like this at home, and they are all burnt. Every time Ginny scolds him loudly, he always argues that he likes to eat like this."

Jon didn't think it was a big deal. The only thing about lunch at noon was the fried sausages that were a little overcooked. The other things like pumpkin juice, fried eggs and fried steak tasted pretty good.

Although they were in exile, the food at Hogwarts was not shabby. There were meat and vegetables, which could fully meet the nutritional needs of the growing children in the carriage.

In the afternoon, it was Professor Flitwick's spells class.

In the first few spell classes at the beginning of the school year, Professor Flitwick did not seem to intend to teach them specific spells, but explained to them the pronunciation of spells, the gestures of swinging the wand, and the determination when casting spells.

These are the basics of learning spells. If you don't want to make big mistakes when you start learning spells in the future, you must practice these basics now.

The spell class is their last class of the day.

After packing up their books and leaving the classroom, Jon and the other five agreed to meet at the kitchen door in 10 minutes. They were arranged to help the fourth-grade students with dinner today.

After putting the textbooks back in the dormitory and changing their clothes, Jon and the other five knocked on the kitchen door on time.

The one who opened the door for them was a boy with red hair, wearing glasses on his face, and his expression looked serious.

"Are the first-year students helping with dinner today?" The boy frowned after seeing Jon and the others. "I've always wanted to tell Professor McGonagall that the first-year students are too young to help in the kitchen except for causing trouble."

"Go to the storage room and bring two bags of potatoes and a basket of onions. I hope you can't mess up even such a small thing."