Hogwarts: Storm Chaser

After giving the verbal warning, Professor McGonagall performed an eye-catching operation for the students.

She turned the podium into a fat pig that grunted, and then turned it back into a podium again.

When the students saw it, they were all attracted and wanted to start learning right away.

However, the students' enthusiasm has its limits. After listening to the theory of one class, they were already numb. Only Ravenclaw and some of the beloved Slytherin copied the notes of the class.

Especially William, he is very serious and hopes to reach the level of Professor McGonagall one day.

But, the reality is cruel.

In the second period of class, Professor McGonagall gave everyone a match and asked everyone to turn it into a silver needle.

Ralph looked at the match in his hand, recited a spell silently, and tapped it gently, and the match turned into a silver needle at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Look, everyone, Mr. Alvey succeeded, very well." The sharp-eyed Professor McGonagall walked up to Ralph and raised his silver needle to show it to everyone.

"Ravenclaw adds 5 points."

"Mr. Alvey, you can help the classmates next to you. Your foundation is very solid." Thanks to his previous performance, Professor McGonagall said softly, and then returned to being a stern professor.

"Dear Ralph, please teach me!" William said softly on the side, which made Claude and Daniel who turned around feel a chill.

Ralph placed the wand on the table, tapped the table with his finger, and the silver needle on it floated vertically in the air.

"Remember, what you want to change is this thing. Other details are the same as the magic spell. Just focus on it." He said, "Would you like to try it?"

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"That's it?" William looked at him questioningly.

"Do you want me to write you a book of precautions?" Ralph was so angry that he was speechless, "This is the simplest and safest form of transformation..."

"Boom!" A small sound wave came.

They looked back and saw that the match was lit violently, and at the same time the flame suddenly grew larger, and the flames were enough to lick the ceiling. Fortunately, the fire came and went away quickly.

Behind the flames, there is a wizard with curled and charred hair and a black face. If you look closely, you can see that his original hair color was light yellow and his skin was fair.

Judging from his clothes, he is a Slytherin.

The classroom was quiet for a moment and then became lively.

"Hug, I'm sorry, I take back what I just said." Ralph said dryly, feeling that that man was really talented!

"This! This is too scary!" Daniel, who was originally timid, didn't dare to look directly at the match in his hand when he saw this scene.

Listening to the noise in the classroom, Professor McGonagall frowned:

"Quiet! You study by yourself first. I'll take Mr. Crouch to the school hospital."

With many years of teaching experience, Professor McGonagall could tell at a glance that his emotions were not well controlled.

Working vigorously and resolutely, Professor McGonagall came back soon, "Unfortunately, Mr. Crouch has suffered burns on his face and cannot continue to participate in this class. My roommate will tell him the content and homework later."

"Let's continue."

Professor McGonagall was a little worried. The first lesson for freshmen was like this. These little wizards didn't dare to use their wands.

"William, come on, you can do it."

Looking at his three good roommates who were cheering him on, William didn't feel good at all.

Taking a deep breath, William concentrated, waved his wand, recited the spell in a standard manner, imagining the image of the silver needle, change!

After succeeding, William showed a happy smile on his face, but Professor McGonagall was even happier than him.

She walked over quickly, picked up the silver needle, smiled kindly at William, and said:

"Mr. Smith succeeded with the help of his friends. Ravenclaw will add 3 points. Mr. Alvey, Mr. Hall and Mr. Lechner provided help to their friends and each will add 1 point."

"Next, help your classmates complete the task. Both the completer and the helper will get extra points."

The poor freshman was still addicted to the illusory academic scores, but Professor McGonagall immediately inspired him to practice with enthusiasm and courage.

In one class, Ravenclaw made a lot of money!

Professor McGonagall was also very happy. [Sound into the Heart] was so useful. Everyone except Mr. Crouch completed the transformation. Although it was not perfect, it also broke the previous record.

She decided that she must persuade Albus to transform the spell and carve it into the castle, so that even the efficiency of the history of magic could be improved.

When the time comes, Hogwarts will take the lead and hold an international wizarding and magic history competition, and Hogwarts will definitely win the prize.

Professor McGonagall assigned the five-foot thesis assignment, glanced at Ralph with a smile, and left with a brisk pace.

"I thought the professor was going to ask you to stay again?" Claude said.

"Well, me too, especially when she looked at you for the last time." William forcefully hugged Daniel and said.

"Isn't it true?" said Ralph, "I don't want to be dragged along by my elders to talk about family matters anymore."

Several people were chatting while heading to the auditorium to have dinner.

After the lunch break, they took the cauldron and headed to the Potions classroom.

Like other courses with practical exercises, the first class is theory and the next class is practical.

In the first Potions class, they learned how to make potions to treat boils. As long as they strictly followed the instructions in the book, there would be no danger.

At most, it looks like a few little badgers. The final potion is yellow-green and snot-colored, sticky, and disgusting to look at.

The potion of perfect quality is like Daniel's, pale green, with an inexplicable fragrance, crystal clear, and swaying loudly.

There is no doubt that Daniel won the reward of today's Potions class, a small bottle of Felixir.

It must be said that Daniel's talent in potions was unparalleled. After writing down the key points and the order in which to put the potions, he stared at the crucible. His original timid temperament was completely gone at this moment, and he looked as thin as a scholar.

Just when others were judging when to put down a certain medicinal ingredient, he had already put down what should be put in at the most perfect moment.

When to change the heat and when to remove the crucible, his control of timing is simply terrifying!

After Daniel finished, there was still time to help Ralph and the others.

William's and Crowder's potions are very normal, the latter's quality is better.

As for Ralph's, it's hard to say, the fragrance is very fragrant, the color is also very attractive, anyway, Claude has been swallowing his saliva.

However, this potion is not the work of Ralph alone. Its makers include Claude, who is swallowing his saliva, and of course the potion intuition master Daniel.

As for William, he just watched from the side, frowning from time to time, and when he finally finished, he gave a "ghost-like" expression.

Who told him not to prepare in advance and not know anything? It would be useless even if he came and it would take up space.