In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

"There are always people who say that history is useless. If someone around you says this to you one day, then I suggest you stay away from him, because there is a high probability that this person is a hopeless idiot."

In the classroom, the chubby old teacher with a walrus-like beard was humorously speaking the opening remarks of the history of magic class on the podium, while only five children sat here and listened to the lecture.

The ground was trembling slightly, which meant that the carriage did not stop, and unless it encountered special circumstances, it would always move the school with it everywhere in the UK.

"I've met a lot of idiots like this before. They ridiculed that studying history is not even as meaningful as studying how to clean slugs. The so-called historians are a bunch of people who are idle and looking for trouble."

"But the meaning of history alone is far better than any kind of magic. What it records is us, because we ourselves have always existed in the long river of history. And in another Hogwarts, they One of the most important ways to erase the human rights of Muggle students is to erase all references to Muggle wizards in the history of magic."

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

"Today, as 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 the others are all second-hand. It’s not that Hogwarts has no money to buy them new ones, but that the bookstores in the wizarding world probably won’t sell such normal history of magic textbooks anymore.

The textbooks used by the students of the magic school seven years ago have become banned books, and the Ministry of Magic has explicitly prohibited any publishing house from reprinting and publishing them, so the books they use now are the textbooks left by the previous senior students.

The former head of Slytherin did not give rigid lectures, even the boring history of magic became interesting in his mouth.

He recounted how wizards were persecuted nearly ten centuries ago. At that time, the little wizards with magical power did not dare to reveal their specialness, and no one taught magic to channel them, which led to the constant suppression of the magical power in their bodies. , and finally turned into a terrible monster.

Against this backdrop, four great wizards gathered together to build a castle by the mountains and lakes, and founded the first magic school in Europe.

The original purpose of this school was to give every child with magical power the opportunity to learn magic.

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

Push a door from the long corridor, and inside is a room with two rows of wooden frames. The wooden frames are covered with dragon leather gloves and protective clothing. There are five doors on the wall opposite the door. The house number of "Greenhouse 1~5" is marked on the door.

After entering Greenhouse No. 1, this is a room with a transparent ceiling, where you can see the blue sky outside without hindrance and let the sunlight shine in.

Professor McGonagall had been waiting for them here before they came.

"I am not a full-time expert in herbal medicine. I am far inferior to my predecessor, the deceased Professor Sprout, in terms of knowledge reserves on this. But the basic knowledge about magic plants is not too much. It’s too esoteric, if someone of you is very talented in this area in the future, I can be a guide, and you can come to me to discuss any ideas and doubts about herbal medicine. But even so, I will not ask you Relax, it may even be much stricter than Transfiguration Class."

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

As she said, perhaps because she replaced her friend's identity and also served as a herbal medicine teacher, Professor McGonagall was much stricter in the greenhouse class.

A little careless, Ron, who made more mistakes, was reprimanded by her, and became frightened in the second half of the class, even if he only touched a leaf with his dragon leather glove, he was cautious.

After the morning classes, lunch is still served in the same restaurant as breakfast.

Because there is no branch school, the students on the carriage sit together according to their grades. The food on each table is the same, arranged according to the class schedule. In the second half of the morning, there are no courses for senior students to cook.

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

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

"This must be Fred's work. He fried sausages at home in the same way. They were all mushy. Every time Ginny scolded him loudly, he always said that he liked to eat them like this."

Jon didn't think there was anything wrong. For lunch at noon, there was only fried sausage, which was a little old. Others like pumpkin juice, fried eggs and fried steak tasted pretty good.

Although they are in exile, the meals at Hogwarts are not shabby. There are meat and vegetables, which can fully meet the nutritional needs of the growing children on the carriage.

Afternoon is Charms class with Professor Flitwick.

In the first few spell classes just started, Professor Flitwick didn't seem to intend to teach them specific spells, but explained to them the pronunciation of spells, the gestures of waving wands, and the determination when casting spells.

These are the foundations of learning spells. If you want not to make big mistakes when you officially start learning spells in the future, you must practice these bases well now.

Charms class was their last class for the day.

After packing up the books and leaving the classroom, Jon and the five of them made an appointment to gather at the door of the kitchen 10 minutes later. Today's dinner was arranged for the fourth grade students.

Putting the textbooks back into the dormitory and changing clothes, Jon and the five knocked on the kitchen door on time.

It was a boy with red hair who opened the door for them. He wore glasses and looked serious.

"Today's dinner is a first-year student coming to help?" After seeing Jon and the others, the boy obviously frowned, "Actually, I have always wanted to respond to Professor McGonagall. The first-year students are too young. There's no other way to help in the kitchen."

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