The Old Ones of Hogwarts

Chapter 57: School Starts! The First Lesson!

soon.

The rain was pouring down.

The stream cascades down the castle's towering towers and winding walls, and the night sky appears to be torn apart by an invisible hand, with dazzling flashes of lightning piercing the darkness.

As deafening thunder roared in the sky and lightning illuminated the castle in shifting light, the strange creatures remained hidden under the eaves amidst the torrential rain.

It just stared quietly at Ian inside the dormitory.

Just about to move.

ready.

The flimsy windows of the Ravenclaw dormitory were clearly no match for its entry.

however.

Just now.

"Clang!"

With a clear and loud cry, a fiery red figure burst forth in the lightning, like a ray of morning sun breaking through the darkness. The strange creature seemed to sense a threat and suddenly flapped its wings.

It floated up and down like a flying manta ray, with a fiery red figure in hot pursuit. In the blink of an eye, the two magical creatures completely disappeared into the night.

Everything returned to calm.

It was as if nothing had happened.

The rain continued to fall.

Until the next morning.

As night deepened and the torrential rain gradually subsided, the sky began to slowly lift its heavy black veil.

The raindrops went from heavy and intense to sparse, and finally stopped, leaving only water droplets sliding gently down the eaves and leaves, making a pleasant dripping sound.

On the horizon, a gentle blue-purple hue quietly spreads, signifying the start of a new day.

"Why are you still sleeping!"

William, with his green hair, was the one who slept the latest, but also the one who woke up the earliest in the dormitory. He even woke up earlier than Ian's extremely disciplined biological clock.

"Do you want to be late on the first day of school? I've heard that Hogwarts doesn't allow late wizards into the library!"

William's voice couldn't wake the sleeping Ian, but shaking Ian by the shoulders could. When Ian finally awoke from his dream, he opened his eyes to a sea of ​​green hair.

"Where did this lush green grassland come from...?"

Ian pushed William's head aside.

Some who hadn't woken up sat up.

"That's my hair! My hair!"

William muttered to himself as he turned and started shaking Michael, but the effect wasn't very noticeable; Black men have always had better sleep quality than other races.

"Maybe you should slap him."

Ian sat on the edge of the bed and yawned.

He stared thoughtfully at William's hair.

Since green offers almost no protection against ultraviolet radiation, and mammals lack the ability to synthesize green pigment, it is highly unlikely that humans will have naturally green hair.

therefore.

Clearly, William's ancestors, like Voldemort without a nose, likely underwent extremely dangerous magical transformations, fusing bloodlines that did not belong to mammals.

It could be a reptile or an amphibian; it's either an incubator or a spawner.

"Great idea!"

William was unaware that Ian was tracing his ancestry. He took Ian's advice and slapped Michael hard across the chest.

"puff!"

Michael sat up abruptly, his eyes wide open.

"I told him to film his face, not his chest and broken ribs!" Ian was stunned. He felt that his green-haired roommate should probably go to Gryffindor instead of Ravenclaw.

"I just thought it would be more efficient this way, and maybe more polite too," William replied with an embarrassed smile, reaching out to pat Michael's chest.

"I don't care about manners, I just want my life!" Michael dodged in terror. He was more excited than anyone else, practically bursting with energy.

Adrenaline is the eternal god.

"sorry."

William's very sincere apology made Michael's expression... well, his expression was a little better.

"Next time, please pat my face. My mom often wakes me up like that. Don't worry about it being impolite." Michael could only rub his aching chest and repeatedly remind William as Ian rushed into the bathroom and took over its use.

The incident is over.

The three young wizards quickly washed up and went to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Oatmeal, bread rolls, orange juice, pickled fish, eggs and bacon, toast, buttered jam bread, corn chips... these are all classic breakfasts at Hogwarts.

It is rich in nutrients.

The taste is also good.

Most importantly, there was also Ian's favorite sleep-inducing lemonade. After drinking a glass, he felt refreshed and started competing with his two roommates in how much he ate for breakfast.

Not surprisingly.

The muscular Michael won the game, Ian came in second, and William came in last. The green-haired boy, unwilling to admit defeat, blamed his ranking on the chicken leg he had the night before.

"Friend, the chicken leg is innocent."

Michael seemed to still be savoring the delicious food from last night.

They ate and drank their fill.

Ian and his two companions then rushed to the seventh floor of the castle—the first class after the start of the semester was Professor Minerva McGonagall's Transfiguration class, which was attended by Ravenclaw students and Hufflepuff students alike.

Each class will be taught by two colleges together; there is no fixed pairing.

This involves the idea that two houses competing with each other can stimulate competitiveness, which also means that Hogwarts doesn't actually have a particularly large number of new students each year.

Despite the seemingly noisy classroom, even with freshmen from both colleges gathered here, there are actually only about thirty people in total.

There's a cat in the classroom!

As soon as the three entered the classroom, they noticed a spotted cat lying on the teacher's desk.

When such a legendary scene finally appeared before his eyes, Ian, who had been looking forward to it for more than a week, immediately took out the freeze-dried raw meat and bones he had prepared.

however.

His movements were a step too slow.

"A kitten, so soft and cuddly, such a well-behaved cat! This must be the professor's cat!"

Michael started humming a tune and then used his mysterious advantage, flashing in front of Ian in a flash and rushing forward to pet the cat before Ian could.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall." Seeing that McGonagall was about to make her move in the blink of an eye and Ian had lost his chance, he immediately made a decision.

As he bowed slightly to the kitten, he casually tucked the freeze-dried fruit back into his robe.

"What?!"

Michael hadn't reacted yet.

Professor McGonagall had already transformed back into human form.

Looking at the serious-looking older catgirl in front of him, the little black guy, who had been holding his head up, stiffly raised one hand in the air, visibly at a loss.

"Good eye, Mr. Prince."

Professor McGonagall ignored Michael, whose face was already turning red. She gave Ian a strange look, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke up to remind him.

"Although there is no strict prohibition against eating in class, food that has started to spoil can harm your health, and I do not recommend that you be overly frugal in this regard."

When speaking.

Professor McGonagall's gaze became even more peculiar.

She had a feeling that Ian's behavior just now didn't seem like he was about to eat snacks.

[P.S.: The protagonist will have his own phoenix, which will happen in the middle of this semester and will be somewhat special.]