Hogwarts: Magical Elegy

After an ordinary Sunday, we ushered in the official Monday of classes

Early morning

The auditorium on the first floor.

After eating breakfast simply and quickly, the three of them quickly left the auditorium.

Walking out of the auditorium, Xifa was full of energy and doing preparatory activities.

He plans to take a walk near the Forbidden Forest.

However, after taking a few steps, someone grabbed me by the corner of my clothes.

"Xifa, today is Monday. There is Professor Dumbledore's Transfiguration class this morning!"

Xifa slapped his head and he forgot.

No wonder a circle of people gathered around the bulletin board last night.

Xifa is reflecting on whether he should make more friends of the same age.

Currently at school, except for Elise and Luna, no one can talk to me.

During the reflection process, the three of them came to the Transfiguration classroom on the first floor.

Since it is on the first floor, many freshmen feel that they can save time on rushing after eating.

So, the three of them were the first to arrive in the classroom.

The classroom is empty.

The two girls grabbed Xifa, who wanted to find a low-key position in the back.

The three of them occupied the first row of seats in front of the podium.

"Sit wherever you want, classroom seats at Hogwarts are first come, first served!"

I heard Xifa ask if there would be a list to arrange the position.

Elise, who is familiar with the teaching system of Hogwarts, answered with a smile.

Hearing this, Xifa was relieved.

It didn’t take long for the three of them to flip through the textbooks and take notes.

A tall figure pushed open the door and entered.

"Professor Dumbledore! Good morning!"

The three of them raised their heads and said hello in unison.

The warm greeting briefly stunned the man in his prime.

Then, he replied with a smile.

"Good morning! Children!"

It's strange that Xifa himself doesn't resent Dumbledore calling him a child.

Probably because in this life, I am just a babbling baby in the wizarding world.

Jian Xifa made a lot of marks in the textbook.

Dumbledore just glanced at it and he knew what the problem was in West France.

Although I will explain these issues clearly after class.

But Dumbledore still asked.

"Xifa, after reading the textbook, are there many things you don't understand?"

"There are a lot of things that I don't understand. I think after the professor finishes explaining, I can understand it after a few experiments."

Xifa thought about his study progress these days and replied.

"So, you don't want to sit here?"

"One thing, professor, is something that attracts a lot of attention here."

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore frowned after hearing Xifa's answer.

He has witnessed too many wizards go astray in learning magic because of their arrogance.

Western France already has this tendency.

So, he reprimanded him without any courtesy.

"Xifa, do you know that your ideas are dangerous! The road to learning magic is full of dangers. Only by being humble and cautious can you go further. Do you understand?"

Am I really a little drifting?

Xifa sat up straight with excitement and began to reflect on himself.

Since I came to the magic world, although I know nothing about it, I pride myself on having the experience of my previous life, a mature mentality, and doing things as I please.

Take control of your power, rather than letting it control your life.

Without a transcendent system, my understanding of this sentence is not deep enough.

But now, Xifa has woken up.

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore."

"My smooth life makes me proud."

See Xifa’s sincere attitude.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, accepted Xifa's thanks, and sighed.

"Xifa, I knew you were very smart when we first met. Fortunately, today, I found that you are also willing to listen to other people's warnings. Moreover, you will also make thoughtful conclusions."

"One day, you can reach my current height!"

Xifa quickly waved his hand and said modestly that he still had a long way to go.

He didn’t say he couldn’t do it, Xifa was still very confident about his future.

"One final reminder. I am just a professor and I am usually very busy at work. You can find more friends of the same age and integrate into their lives. In this way, your heart will not change easily."

Dumbledore smiled and motioned for Xifer to turn his gaze to his side.

Xifa didn't need to look around to understand what Dumbledore meant.

"I will be in the office on Saturday this week. If you need anything, you can come to me."

Dumbledore ended the conversation hastily.

As soon as he finished speaking, freshmen came to the classroom in twos and threes.

Xifa understood, this is not the place to talk.

"Everyone just find an empty seat and sit down. Our classes are about to begin..."

The voice of Professor Dumbledore speaking on the podium kept drifting to my ears.

Finally, Xifa's ears became clear.

He raised his head and saw that the classroom door had been closed.

Looking back, I saw that the classroom was densely packed with little wizards.

Looking at the sign, it seems that all freshmen from the four colleges are here.

Are there...hundreds of people?

This is wrong. There were only a few dozen people attending the branching ceremony.

Elise and the others should know why. Let’s ask after class.

While Xifa’s mind was constantly amazed.

Dumbledore was standing on the podium sighing secretly.

The wizards who can be selected by the sorting ceremony are all good ones.

There are so many outstanding students this year.

Dumbledore is worried.

It is often an era when geniuses gather together, and troubles also occur constantly.

Of course, Dumbledore was really not afraid of trouble, but was actually excited about it.

What really makes Dumbledore troublesome is the huge differences between the four houses.

It is even said that if there are enough teachers, Hogwarts will be composed of four schools.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have fairly good relations with the other three houses.

Gryffindor and Slytherin are completely incompatible with each other.

Take a look at their seats.

Gryffindor on the left, Slytherin on the right.

However, there are more students in Slytherin.

There is a Slytherin student behind Xifa.

What does it seem to be called Black? Sirius's uncle? Or his father?

After Xifa glanced around, he happened to see Dumbledore sighing slightly.

Xifa somewhat understood Dumbledore's mood.

Now that war is approaching, the campus should be united.

But it seems that the situation is not ideal.

Dumbledore is a Gryffindor graduate, but he has never been prejudiced against Slytherin students.

He also didn't want the conflict between Slytherin and Gryffindor thousands of years ago to affect the friendship between the young wizards.

However, there is a long way to go before the two schools can resolve their feud, and Dumbledore could not think of a good way for a while.

Suppress these random thoughts from the bottom of your heart.

Dumbledore spread out the roster and began to ask for the number of young wizards.

After reading the last name and confirming that all freshmen were sitting in this classroom, he nodded with satisfaction.

After clearing his throat, he started class.

"It is a pleasure to stand here and meet you. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and as you all know, I am your Transfiguration Professor."

"This is your first time at Hogwarts."

"It will also be a lesson that will leave a deep impression in your memory!"

***The author has something to say***

After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to increase the number of people in the school.

Wizards should move mountains and fill seas with a wave of their hands. (cough cough)

Nonsense, the Sorting Hat only selects the best students and assigns them to different colleges.

The same goes for signing a contract. It is like an excellent seed that needs to be protected.

The others are just semi-squibs who can cast magic with a wand.

Don't pay too much attention to details.

Otherwise, the plot behind will be unbearable.

Magic Elegy is naturally the result of this generation's era of frequent dumb bombs.

Hogwarts has to use squibs to guard Harry Potter and the castle gate(...)

Just Jiang Zi!