The students of all the houses were in class together, which made the classroom noisy like a vegetable market, especially since it was a spell class by Filius Flitwick, a small professor who was less than a third of the average person, was known for his mildness, which made all the students respect him and, of course, enjoy his classes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sorry, Professor, I woke up a little late, the Ravenclaw bed was so comfortable." Sean bowed apologetically to the old professor.

"It's okay, there's still a minute until it's class time." Felius Flitwick stood on a thick pile of books, as flat as his desk. "Get a seat, we're going to start class."

"You're five minutes late, Sean Merlin!" Obviously, with the exception of Shane, most of the students were afraid to sit at the same table as Hermione's class president, firstly, she was nosy, and secondly, sitting next to her would make the professor think you were stupid.

"The professor said I arrived a minute early." Sean took out his pocket watch and set the minute hand back for six minutes. "I think the professor is right."

"Ahem!" Professor Flitwick choked Hermione's next words back, leaving her breathless for the rest of the lesson.

Predictably, Flitwick doesn't teach any spells to first-time students, he just tells them a little bit about wands and spells in general terms.

There was no homework, and the students found Professor Flitwick to be very cute.

"Oh, very good, Miss Granger, Gryffindor plus five points."

In the professor's praise for the lioness, the first lesson ended quickly, and Shane succeeded in killing an inseparable game of chess with Zhou Gong.

"Ravenclaw never sleeps in class, Sean Merlin!" Granger picked up the book and put it down in a huff. "You should be responsible for yourself------"

"Hey! Merlin! "Ron's self-cooked trait is a good way to save Shane." You went to Ravenclaw? He gestured to the eagle emblem on Shane's chest. I thought you'd go to Gryffindor too. ”

"Good morning." Sean took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, he did have some low blood pressure, which made him confused for a long time every time he got up, and special chocolate can solve this problem very well.

"Come?" Shane handed over a few chocolates.

"The next lesson is Professor Snape's Potions class, I wish you could sleep so well in his class!" Hermione huffed and turned away.

"She's sick in the head, I said." Ron shrugged his shoulders at Harry, who was beside him, and took Shane's chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth. "Well------ it's delicious!"

"Really?" Shane smiled. "I made it myself, and if you want to eat it, come to Ravenclaw and find me."

"Can we go to Ravenclaw?" Harry scratched his head, he had always thought that the several houses were distinct except for classes together.

"As long as you can solve the problem on the Ravenclaw magic knocker." Shane blinked. "Trust me, it's easy, if it doesn't work, just call me outside the door."

It's really simple, it's just that the number of questions is a problem, and when Shane came out in the morning, he saw a Ravenclaw fighting the magic knocker, and he really didn't know what they were doing with a door so human.

"Are we going to Potions class together?" Ron suddenly grimaced. "Professor Snape------ it's a Gryffindor disaster, and every year, half of Gryffindor's points are deducted by him!"

"Hopefully Ravenclaw will survive." Shane picked up the spellbook, slipped it into his pocket, and walked out of the classroom with Ron and Harry.

Snape was directed at Hogwarts rather than Potter, and the first time they met, Snape showed a disdain for Potter's reputation outside.

'A single middle-aged man who is more awkward than an awkward little kid. Shane looked at Potter, who had been troubled by Snape again, and Hermione, who had been ignored again, and shook his head, the smell of the medicine pot in front of him was terrible, and he even smelled some Chinese herbs.

"Sean Merlin?" Snape, dressed in black, stood in front of Shane like a ghost. "With such an arrogant surname, I don't know if it's a bit of a real skill?"

Shane raised his head innocently, I didn't mess with you, did I?

"Do you know how the elixir is made?"

"Professor Snape, this isn't the domain of a first-year Potions class." Sean sighed helplessly, like a little adult. "I happen to know something, though, do you need me to demonstrate it live? The material here is sufficient. ”

"Come to my office after class." Snape pinned Shaun and abruptly gave up on continuing to make things difficult. "Others, I'll check your basic knowledge of potions in the next class, and if anyone answers that they don't know------ you know the consequences."

"You're so bold!" Hermione stood in front of Sean after class, looking at him in disbelief. "You actually lied to Snape that you would make a truth potion?!"

"I -----"

"This is the book I saw in the library." Hermione couldn't help but give him a book thick enough to be used as a dictionary. "There's a recipe for the elixir, I hope you can learn it before you go to Snape's office!"

'Ah~ What a little girl. Elsa giggled happily in Shane's ear.

Well----- this should be called tsundere. Sean looked at Hermione's back with a smirk.

"Hey, Shane." Ron and Harry, good friends, always seemed inseparable. "Hopefully you'll come out alive."

"Chocolate cake at noon." Shane smiled and waved his hand, and walked towards Snape's office, halfway through, Shane suddenly remembered, where is Snape's office? I remember that it was written in the college manual, but ----- he forgot the college manual in the morning and went to the dormitory.

Hogwarts was huge, and it took him half an hour to find Snape's office, and although there was no sect on it, the smell of potions in that room had spilled into the hallway, and there would be no one but Snape.

"Come in!" Snape put down the quill in his hand and looked at Shane as he walked in. "Sean Merlin!"

"What did you do with me?" Sean nodded. "Professor Snape."

"Before you came, I received a notice from Dumbledore that you could choose the course you wanted, and it seems that the other professors received similar notices, right?" Snape looked Shaan up and down.

"Is there one?" Shane asked, confused.

"You passed the ultimate wizard exam?" Snape asked.

The ultimate wizard exam is the last test to become a wizard, and through it, you can become a registered wizard instead of a student.

"That was a year ago, Professor Snape." Sean looked Snape in the eye. "But I don't think there's anything special about me, I don't miss any of the classes that a student should have, including Potions class, of course, I came to Hogwarts to enjoy the childhood of a normal wizard, not to live with a few old perverts until I become an old pervert myself, so, Professor Snape, I won't get in the way, no one, especially ------ Harry Potter, and I'm not going to exclude myself from the crowd, I'm just a new friend of Harry Potter, a very normal wizarding apprentice, and that's it! ”

"I think ----- you've made it clear enough." Snape didn't seem surprised by an eleven-year-old boy saying these words, he just nodded and looked out the door. "You can go, Merlin-san."

"I prefer people call me Shaan, Professor Snape." Sean bowed, turned and walked out of Snape's office.

"Merlin----- Merlin-----" Snape muttered something as he looked at the slowly closing door.