Volume 1 Chapter 15 Classroom
"There are always people who say that history is useless. If someone around you says this to you one day, I suggest you stay away from him, because this person is most likely an incurable idiot."
In the classroom, a chubby, older teacher with a walrus-like beard was humorously giving the opening remarks of the History of Magic class at the podium, while there were only five children sitting there 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've met a lot of idiots like this before. They ridiculed that studying history is not as meaningful as studying how to make slugs clean. They said historians are just a bunch of idle people looking for trouble."
"But the significance of history is far greater than any kind of magic. It records ourselves, because we ourselves also exist in the long river of history. In the other Hogwarts, one of the main ways they erased the human rights of Muggle students was to erase all records about Muggle wizards in the history of magic."
Slughorn tapped the blackboard gently with the wand in his hand, and white letters slowly appeared on the black panel.
"Today is your first class at Hogwarts, so we won't start by learning those boring chronicles. Compared to those, I think 'The History of the Founding of Hogwarts' may attract more of your interest."
The textbooks that Jon and his classmates used were all second-hand. It wasn't because Hogwarts didn't have the money to buy new ones for them , but nowadays bookstores in the wizarding world probably no longer have normal history of magic textbooks for sale.
Seven years ago, the textbooks used daily by students in the magic school have become banned books. The Ministry of Magic has expressly prohibited any publishing house from printing and publishing them again, so the books they are using now are the textbooks left behind by the senior students.
The former head of Slytherin was not a dull lecturer. Even the history of magic, which was already boring, became interesting in his mouth.
He talked about how wizards were persecuted nearly ten centuries ago. The young wizards with magical powers in that era did not dare to reveal their specialness, and no one taught them magic to channel it, which led to the magic power in their bodies being constantly suppressed, and finally they turned into terrible monsters.
In this historical context, four great wizards gathered together, built a castle beside mountains and lakes, and founded the first magic school in Europe.
The original purpose of establishing this school was to allow every child with magical powers 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, and the doors are marked with the house numbers "Greenhouse 1 to 5".
After entering Greenhouse No. 1, it is a room with a transparent ceiling, which allows you to see the blue sky outside without any obstruction and allows the sunlight to shine in.
Professor McGonagall had been waiting for them here before they arrived.
"I'm not a full-time expert in herbology. My knowledge in this area is far inferior to that of my predecessor, the deceased Professor Sprout. But the basic knowledge of magical plants is not too profound. If anyone 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 on you. They may even be much stricter than those in the Transfiguration class."
In the green greenhouse, Professor McGonagall taught them with a serious face the functions and habits of these magical plants, and taught them how to cultivate them.
Just as she said, perhaps because she had replaced her friend and taken on the job of Herbology teacher, Professor McGonagall was much more strict in deleting it in the greenhouse class.
Ron, who was a little careless and made many mistakes, was scolded by her. He became frightened in the second half of the class, and was so cautious even when touching a leaf with his hands in the dragon leather gloves.
After the morning classes, lunch was still held in the same restaurant as breakfast.
Because there were no houses, the students on the carriage sat together according to their grade. The food on each table was the same, arranged according to the class timetable, and cooked by senior students who had no classes in the second half of the morning.
"I heard that the lunch today was prepared 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 fries sausages like this at home, and they are all burnt. Every time Ginny scolds him loudly, he always makes excuses and says that he likes to eat it like this."
Jon didn't think there was anything wrong with it. The only thing about the lunch that was a little overcooked was the fried sausages. The other items like the pumpkin juice, fried eggs and grilled steak tasted pretty good.
Although they were in exile, the food at Hogwarts was not shabby. It included both meat and vegetables, which were enough to meet the nutritional needs of the growing children in the carriage.
In the afternoon there was Professor Flitwick's Charms class.
In the first few spells classes at the beginning of the school year, Professor Flitwick did not seem to intend to teach them specific spells, but instead explained to them the pronunciation of spells, the gestures of waving the wand, and the determination required when casting spells.
These are the basics of learning spells. If you don't want to make big mistakes when you formally start learning spells in the future, you must practice these basics now.
The Charms class was their last class of the day.
After packing up their books and leaving the classroom, Jon and the other four agreed to meet . They were assigned 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 four knocked on the kitchen door on time.
The person who opened the door for them was a boy who also had red hair. He wore glasses and had a serious expression.
"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. They can't help in the kitchen except to make trouble."
"Go to the storage room and get two bags of potatoes and a basket of onions. I hope you can't mess up even such a small thing."
