Study Days at Hogwarts

September 3rd was the official first day of school at Hogwarts, and the originally gloomy rainy day suddenly cleared up.

Albert just opened his eyes and woke up from his deep sleep. He slowly climbed out of bed, walked barefoot to the window, and opened it to let the cool morning breeze blow into the room.

The three roommates were all still sleeping. They talked about the Quiz game with the Daily Prophet all night yesterday and fell asleep very late, so Albert had no intention of waking them up now.

After all, classes don't start until nine o'clock, so getting up now is too cruel for those of them who stay up late.

After a brief wash, Albert glanced at the class schedule, checked the books, quills, ink and parchment in his schoolbag, then picked up his schoolbag and went to the Gryffindor lounge.

There are already people in the lounge, and they are students from the same class.

"Good morning, Wilson." Albert greeted the girl in the same grade, who was flipping through Miranda Gorshak's "Standard Spells, Elementary", probably preparing for the first spell class in the morning. prepare for.

"Good morning..." Shanna Wilson looked a little embarrassed because she didn't know the name of the boy greeting her in front of her, even though she knew that he was a freshman in the same class as her.

"Albert Anderson. You can call me Albert." Albert saw Shanna Wilson's embarrassment and casually introduced himself to the other party. He then said: "Would you like to go to the auditorium for dinner together?"

"Oh, okay... okay, Albert!" Shanna hesitated a bit, picked up the books and quickly followed Albert out of the common room.

Along the way, Shanna didn't speak, but followed closely behind Albert, seeming to still be looking around, trying hard to remember where she had walked.

Albert noticed Shanna's movements and couldn't help but thought to himself: "Don't you know the way?"

It's really possible.

In the past, during my first class in college, I almost went to the wrong place.

Hogwarts is undoubtedly more complicated, and it's normal for people who are a bit of a roadie to find their way around.

As Albert expected, Shanna really didn't know how to get to the auditorium, so she stayed in the lounge and waited for others to go to the auditorium.

To be honest, Gryffindor students are not that keen on showing others the way, and a large number of senior students like to watch the new students being anxious. This bad habit comes from the fact that they had a similar experience in the beginning, and over time they left the bad taste of watching others suffer misfortune.

Yesterday, Albert came back from the kitchen and saw several senior students watching the freshmen fall into the stair trap, and finally walked away laughing, with no intention of stepping forward to help.

Of course, this can only be regarded as some special cases!

Most students would reach out and give each other a hand, at least Hufflepuff students would do so.

Arriving at the auditorium successfully, Shanna Wilson looked relieved.

Albert sat at the Gryffindor table, poured himself a glass of milk, and drank it all in one gulp. He looked up and found Shanna staring at him, her mouth slightly open, as if she wanted to say something?

He asked: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Albert likes to drink milk?" Shanna was trying to communicate with the boy in front of her.

After all, no one wants to have no friends, and Albert seems to be the kind of person who is easy to talk to.

"Like it?" Albert shook his head and said, "It's not that I like it, I'm just used to it. I started drinking it when I was seven years old. I have one cup every morning. I got used to it as I drank."

Shanna opened her mouth, and suddenly she didn't know what to say. She actually admired Albert quite a lot, and she definitely wouldn't be able to do it if it were her.

Albert spread jam on the slice of bread and took a big bite, while Shanna opposite was eating an omelette, which is the kind of British-style fried egg that is boiled, peeled off, coated in flour, and fried in oil until golden. ...omelette.

All right! Albert thought it might be more appropriate to call it Golden Fried Eggs. He himself is not interested in this unique British omelette at all. Ordinary boiled eggs are better than it.

After wiping out the slices of bread in his hand, Albert prepared two more slices of bread, sandwiched some vegetable salad with them, and put some bacon and sausage on top to make a sandwich out of them.

And, of course, a small bowl of polenta. The so-called polenta is actually corn soup, a food made by boiling ground corn with water and a small amount of milk.

Compared to Daisy's corn chowder, the school's grits were so-so. In fact, this is not surprising, Daisy's corn soup is one of her best dishes.

After breakfast, Zannah chatted with Albert about the curse.

"I heard from Angelina that you have mastered many kinds of magic spells. Is it true? How did you learn those magic spells in such a short time?" Shanna spoke very slowly, as if she was carefully considering her words.

"This... the main thing is that you need to be interested in it first, and then..." Albert thought for a moment and said, "... you also need to spend time studying and practicing."

He believes that interest is actually very important. Only when you are interested can you be willing to spend time and earnestly learn a subject well.

"Are you interested?" Shannano was thoughtful.

In fact, students like Zannah who come from a Muggle family never thought that they would become wizards and witches. They are still confused about many things. After all, Muggle wizards have too many things to learn.

There is no doubt that students from wizarding families are ahead of them.

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much. The difference between us is only fifty steps or a hundred steps. If you spend more time on the course, you will be able to catch up with them soon." Albert suddenly felt that his words were a bit ridiculous.

He actually made Gryffindor students love studying?

Not every student is Hermione Granger, and that one was almost sorted into Ravenclaw.

"The same to you?"

"Of course, what else do you think?" Albert replied matter-of-factly.

However, when I say this, I always feel a little guilty for some reason. After all, Albert is different from others. He has a panel. If he wants to learn a kind of knowledge, in addition to mastering it through his own learning, he can also upgrade his skills through the panel.

If he could fill up the wizard's bloodline, Albert could learn magic faster than anyone else, but he didn't do this, and he never even received the quest of the wizard's road.

Albert is still considering whether to wait until he raises the level of the wizard's bloodline before receiving the mission reward. This is undoubtedly the most cost-effective method.

But the problem is that Albert is still struggling with his future work issues, and he doesn't really want to stay in the magic world.

If he decides to develop in the Muggle world in the future, he must reserve a lot of experience and skill points for himself to upgrade various skills in economics in the future.

Forget it, it’s better not to think about these issues.

Albert got rid of these distracting thoughts and took the "Nineteenth Century Magic Spells" and slowly flipped through it. He was actually quite satisfied with the current situation. As for the stored experience and skill points, he could wait to get them when needed later. Come and use.