Hogwarts Homecoming

Anyway, it was not a pleasant experience to walk into the damp world in the cold wind of the early morning.

Although the drizzle that had lasted for two days had stopped, Harry felt his eyelashes and hair getting wet as soon as he walked down the marble stairs.

Most of the students gathered around Professor Larsen, asking him what this course was all about, while Harry, Hermione and Ginny walked slowly, pretending to discuss something.

The strategy was successful.

Draco and his friends, who were at the end, just glanced at Harry faintly and passed them and caught up with the main group.

"What are you going to do?"

Harry asked in a low voice.

"Just wait and see, Harry--"

Ginny waved her beautiful red hair and smiled confidently.

In fact, it was not complicated.

Ginny looked around and found Ron's position.

"Hey, Ron, there's something I forgot to tell you. Mom sent me a letter yesterday!"

Ginny waved at Ron, who turned around with a slightly dazed look, and then hurriedly ran towards Ron with just the right amount of anxiety. Under Harry's nervous gaze, her swinging arm brushed Malfoy's elbow.

"What are you doing, stupid woman!"

Malfoy retracted his arm as if he had been electrocuted, and yelled at Ginny who passed by her.

Harry did not fail to expect Malfoy to react, but such a fierce performance was beyond his expectations.

And in the second he was in doubt, Ginny had already reacted.

With a swish, Ginny had already taken out her wand and pointed it at Malfoy's eyes. She had a frosty face and a sharp look.

"Who are you talking about, Malfoy!"

A chain reaction occurred. Harry drew out his wand the first moment he came to his senses, and Ron also left Lavender and ran over with a roar.

Of course, it wasn't just the two of them who were angry. Fred and George, as well as the students from Gryffindor who had a good relationship with them, quickly surrounded them.

Of course, the group around Malfoy did not show any weakness.

"What's going on?"

Professor Larhansen reacted quickly. He squeezed through the crowd and hurried over, frowning at the two groups of people with clear flags.

The little wizards at Hogwarts were more aggressive than he thought.

"This stupid girl hurt my hand!"

Malfoy supported his left elbow and glared at Ginny fiercely, but he didn't dare to continue calling Ginny a stupid woman.

"Hurt your hand?"

Harry already knew what was going on. He pulled the corner of his mouth,

"You are making a fuss, right, Malfoy? Ginny just passed by you and accidentally touched your arm."

Malfoy looked at Harry's green eyes, his gray eyes moved slightly, and the anger on his face suddenly disappeared strangely.

"Do you need me to help you, Mr. Malfoy?"

Professor Larhansen saw everything and asked gently.

"No--"

Malfoy seemed to realize that it was not appropriate to continue to entangle in front of everyone. He said something sullenly, turned his head away with a cold face and walked forward.

"You are smart, little trash."

Fred stood beside Ginny and threw a sentence, but Malfoy just paused slightly and did not stop.

"I don't want someone to use such words to evaluate their classmates in my class, Mr. Weasley?"

Professor Larhansen said to Fred with a slightly gloomy face.

Although he was quite disdainful, Fred didn't want to directly contradict the new professor, so he nodded unconvinced.

Professor Larhansen nodded with satisfaction and returned to the front of the team again.

"What's up, Harry?"

The last second, Ginny was still staring at Malfoy with hatred and anger, but when people stopped looking at them, Ginny immediately changed her face and looked at Harry with a smile that seemed to be asking for credit,

"Have you figured out what you want to know?"

This sudden change confused her brothers. Ron glanced at Harry with a confused look on his face.

Harry was about to speak, but Hermione, who was watching coldly, spoke first,

"Whatever you figured out, Harry, it's not appropriate to say it here."

"What tricks are you playing?"

Ron asked with narrowed eyes.

"I'll tell you later--"

Even though Harry was eager to share his guess about Malfoy, he still chose to follow Hermione's pertinent advice.

For Hogwarts students, it is normal to see Gryffindor and Slytherin in conflict.

The one just now was not even worth mentioning.

What the students are most interested in is why Professor Lahansen took so much trouble to take them to the Forbidden Forest.

Smoke was already rising from Hagrid's hut, located at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid's Fang was lying in front of the door, yawning sleepily.

Boom!

Harry, who was staring at the hut, was startled by the loud hammering sound that suddenly came from the hut, and Fang in front of the door seemed to have adapted to the noise, covering his head with his two paws to hide in peace.

Hagrid finally broke his bed?

Harry thought of this, and then his eyes went dark. He realized that he had entered the forest.

They followed Professor Lahansen along a newly opened narrow path, going deeper and deeper into the forest.

The weak morning light could not penetrate the layers of leaves, and the Forbidden Forest was still dark. Many people took out their wands to light the way.

After about ten minutes, the front of the team finally stopped moving. This made Harry sigh in relief. He held on to a tree and kicked off the mud on his feet. Then he jumped onto a rock on both hands and feet and looked forward while holding up his fluorescent wand.

"Okay, here it is--"

Professor Rahanson's voice came over,

"Come closer, students. Oh, you can spread out, you don't have to crowd together--"

What appeared in front of the students was a two-story wooden house with a sloping roof. Judging from the color of the wooden house's exterior, it was obviously newly built.

In front of the wooden house is a cleared and flat field, but there is not nothing on the field. Instead, there are seedlings planted with a height of only about one foot.

Following Professor Rahanson's instructions, the students slowly dispersed. Harry also jumped off the stone and pushed forward hard. He had been 'separated' from Hermione, Ron, and Ginny, left and right. On both sides, there were Hufflepuff students.

Professor Lahanson was the only one who stepped into the seedling field. He looked at everyone with a gentle expression.

"To be honest, this meditation class does not fully cover all the ancient skills I will teach you in this class, but apart from this name, I think there is no more suitable adjective for a wizard, so , Professor Brain suggested that I use this name--"

Professor Lahanson's voice lingered in the quieter forest, set off by the ethereal birdsong,

"Before the official course starts, you can ask me questions and I'm willing to answer your confusion first--"

"We don't have a textbook, or any references, Professor Rahanson, how are we supposed to study?"

Hermione's well-trained right hand immediately rose up.

"I'm afraid textbooks won't help us much, Miss Granger. All knowledge in this class will be dictated by me."

Professor Rahanson said,

"And what I want to tell you is that my meditation class does not divide the teaching content by grade like other wizard courses. It only has apprentice courses and advanced courses.

No matter what grade you are a student in, the first thing you have to contact is the internship course, and the advanced course--"

Professor Lahanson looked at the moving heads and said calmly,

"Only those who are truly talented in this area have the opportunity. This cannot be achieved through hard work. To be honest, maybe none of you can meet the requirements." (End of Chapter)