Thursday morning, Ralph opened his eyes.

Stretching, he sat down on the bed in a distracted manner, and after a while, shaking his head vigorously, his messy hair was automatically arranged.

Dressed in pink plaid pajamas, Ralph walked to the window, pulled back the curtains and let it spread behind him, pushing open the window above.

In the sky was a low layer of clouds, as if within reach.

The distant wind swept in with the coolness of the Forbidden Forest, and Ralph narrowed his eyes in comfort, his slightly longer strands of hair fluttering back, blocked by a barrier.

This barrier is built on the top floor of the Ravenclaw Tower, which is located on the highest level of the castle and is so strong that it is necessary to protect the children's dormitories from the wind.

Gryffindor also has it, however, it does not affect the flow of gases, including the entry and departure of owls.

As Ralph washed up and changed clothes, the roommates gradually got up.

"Ralph, what are you doing? How to write by hand? ”

Seeing Ralph handwriting on the letterhead, William asked curiously.

"Write to your neighbors and tell them how they're doing. Why handwriting? They can tell. Ralph said.

"Write a letter? Oh my God, I forgot to promise Madam Pomfrey. Claude suddenly remembered yesterday's promise.

"Then hurry up and write. I'll call a couple of owls later. Ralph said, "William's one may not be enough." ”

"Well, my dishes haven't come back yet." William touched the back of his head and said with a slight emptiness.

"William bought a pet?" Daniel, who had just come back from washing, thought for a moment and asked.

"You're too irresponsible, aren't you?" Ralph gave William a blank look, and he remembered that he seemed to have only seen the owl on the first night.

William could only laugh back.

As the last "Ralph Alvey" landed on the paper, Ralph inserted the emerald quill back into the inkwell and gently shook the letterhead, and the handwriting on it was instantly dry.

Ralph then went to the window and tapped his wand twice in the air.

"What kind of magic is this?" Claude asked curiously.

"One of the uses of [backtracking], editing the message, setting the recipient, can deliver the message in the air." Ralph explained.

"That's amazing." Claude praised.

In just a few days, their ceiling on Ralph has been raised and raised. William also completely extinguished the idea of competing with Ralph, but Ralph has always been very Buddhist, and he rarely takes the initiative to raise his hand in class.

As for Daniel, a living Ralph little fan brother.

Soon, the owl flew over and landed on a chair in the dormitory.

Ralph paid for the delivery, and after placing the letters along with Claude's letters in the boxes on the legs of the owls, he watched them fly out of the dormitory.

During this time, Claude was a little embarrassed and told Ralph that he would return the money to him.

Ralph said that this little money was nothing to him, and he didn't need to worry too much.

The group went to the school hospital first, and Madam Pomfrey checked it out before going to the auditorium for breakfast. Madam Pomfrey didn't rush Claude, which made him much more comfortable.

In the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, the young wizards are sitting on stools, and their most anticipated lesson is here.

As the bell rang, the classroom fell silent, then chattered again.

After a while, the professor hurried into the classroom.

"What a sight to see Merlin! Sorry, I'm late. The professor, with his flowing burgundy hair, stood on the podium and said.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Sergei Gradir, you can call me Professor Gradier. Obviously, I'm your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. ”

"Don't take me for the Weasleys just by looking at my red hair, I'm going to be angry. My hair color is darker, brighter than theirs, and I don't go bald! ”

"If you know the Weasleys, you will know that the men of their family are prone to hair loss when they enter middle age. I, on the other hand, are very well maintained. ”

“......”

In this way, the red-haired Professor Gradir introduced himself for about half a class before he realized that it was a class, and hurriedly picked up the list on the podium and began to roll call.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being able to compete with Professor Flitwick for the championship of the International Wizarding Duel Competition, and the two are comparable in storytelling ability.

"He must be a Gryffindor." Claude whispered, and Roque on the side nodded vigorously.

After the roll call, Professor Gradir explained the significance of the course in a very fast voice, and at the same time complained about the current situation.

When they were in school, it wasn't like this, one teacher a year. Regardless of the quality of the teachers, the learning of these seniors is really different, it is simply the difference between one learning and one not learning.

Testing the speed of the eaglets, the professor quickly explained the content and quoted his own experience, which was full and interesting.

Ralph has given up handwriting. He cast an [Auto-Writing Spell] directly at the bright yellow quill, freeing his hands, but his brain was still working at high speed, processing information.

Stuck on the edge, Professor Gradir had just dropped the last syllable when the bell rang. He himself was relieved, but fortunately he was done.

"Alright, let's get out of class. In the next lesson, we'll learn two interesting spells. Sergei Gradir borrowed a little recess to talk about the next class.

"Whew~" Claude exhaled and twisted his sore wrist.

"This professor, absolutely not!" William couldn't help but complain and said, "Ralph, lend me the notes to see." ”

Ralph handed the note to William, who was also one of the people who gave up directly, but unfortunately he didn't know Ralph's magic.

"Ralph, can you make a copy for me?" Daniel asked embarrassedly.

"Of course." Ralph took out his wand and pointed at the note, "Copy it in two", three more, one each for Daniel, Claude, and Roque.

During this period, Roque also asked why he had to copy another copy, isn't there one?

Claude answered his friend's question, it's not permanent, it's time-limited. This made Roque suddenly realize.

Time flew by, and as the bell rang, Professor Gradir hurried in, and everyone wondered what he was up to.

However, it was only the first class, and no one was familiar with it, and no one asked, not even the curious William.

"Okay, open your books, well, I'll take a look, turn to page 13." Professor Gladir flipped through his textbook.

"In the first class, we had to start with the basics. Save your life before you have a chance to fight against the evil creatures of darkness. The Spark Spell is used to shoot a spark into the sky, which is used for you to call for help. ”