During lunch break, many Year 6 students chose to complete their schoolwork in the common room. The "free" time when there was no class in sixth grade was not as relaxing as Ron Weasley had hoped, but had to be spent trying to complete the large amount of homework assigned by the teacher.

Not only did the students in the advanced class work hard as if they had to cope with exams every day, but the homework assigned by the professors did not take into account whether they had just finished a pleasant summer vacation and whether they were adjusting to the intensity of studying. Even Hermione could figure out the content completely, but because of the quantity, she had just finished her homework in Potions class, and it was time for the morning and afternoon classes.

"Quick, Professor Harris' first lesson in ancient magic, don't be late. Ginny quickly stuffed her textbook into her backpack, and many wizards in the lounge were scrambling to pack up their textbooks, homework, and pen and ink.

"Ginny, are you going to take an ancient magic class too?" Ron asked, looking up at his sister in surprise as he was still struggling with his Potions homework.

"Of course. Ginny raised an eyebrow, "Professor Harris only takes two lessons of ancient magic a week, wizards of all ages who take this course have to go to class, I have to move faster with Harry or I won't be able to grab a good spot." ”

"Alright, go, go, you all go, I can just play my wizarding chess in the dorm. Ron crossed his hands behind his head and leaned heavily against the back of his chair in a relaxed manner.

Harry, who had just finished cleaning up, heard Ron's words and asked rhetorically, "Didn't you just say you were going to practice Quidditch for a while?"

"Leave Ron alone, let's go, hopefully he'll be at ease when he's fighting others. Ginny snorted, flicked her long red hair, and dragged Harry out of the common room.

The little lions followed the familiar path to the ancient magic classroom. In the hallway outside the classroom, they saw a large number of people coming to class, and all grades were gathered in groups of three or five to wait for their new professors, most of whom were members of the Harris Intensive School, and it seemed that no one in the intensive class wanted to miss the course. The majority of the other general students wore Ravenclaw and Slytherin uniforms.

"You see, Pansy Parkinson wasn't following Malfoy, she was just avoiding Alan!" Harry whispered, pointing in the direction where the Slytherins had gathered.

Draco stood alongside Goyle and Crabbe, his two henchmen who couldn't get into the advanced class because of their lack of grades in Potions, but apparently didn't let go of the ancient magic class, which didn't require wizards to do so.

"Harry, you should think more about your girlfriend than about Pansy Parkinson. Ginny walked in the direction of Hermione, who was already standing with Luna.

Not far behind the Mad Girl, four Hitchpuff students took over a corner of the classroom under the leadership of Ernie McMillan, who was born into a pure-blood family that could trace his lineage back nine generations, and who was related to Sirius Black's maternal grandmother, Melania Black. Although Ernie is a rare and somewhat conceited and arrogant type in Hufflepuff, he is not prejudiced against other bloodlines, and he was once friendly to Muggle-born Justin Finchrie and stood out for him, so after Cedric graduated, he became the leader of Hufflepuff.

When class time came, Alan and Mr. Skillful behind him walked into the classroom as if they had calculated the time, and the classroom fell silent for a moment.

Wearing the ancient magic robes, Alan slowly walked to the podium and stood still, his eyes swept over the wizards one by one, and secretly checked the visiting wizards with the list he received, and after making sure that no one was absent, Alan spoke and walked around the podium: "My classmates, my students, you have come to my class today because of your heart's desire and a belief that the old Hogwarts teaching methods are no longer suitable for us. ”

All the wizards in the classroom were focused on Alan, who openly declared that they would be involved in dark arts in ancient magic classes, and chose to study after Alan and Dumbledore had a blatant conflict at the opening ceremony, such wizards had some ambition or ambition in their hearts, whether for what purpose, good or bad.

"You have come today because you are eager for something new...... The way out, something different......" Alan looked around at the young wizards in front of the desk with his back hand, "Recently I know that my relationship with Dumbledore has made many people nervous, yes, my philosophy and Dumbledore have a serious conflict, but the fight between me and him is not from personal hatred, but he is trying to make all wizards the same people, into protected people. Of course, in my opinion, it's not that there's anything wrong with choosing to be such a majority, and they're not useless, and being a protected wizard can have different values. However, I think I should give all wizards a choice to make their own decisions, ancient magic will only be granted to those of you who have higher ideals, and it will only bloom in the souls of a few wizards, and we will become protectors of others. ”

As soon as the ancient magic professor's words fell, the Hogwarts wizards, who had been sitting behind their desks, were emotionally aroused by Alan's opening remarks, and they all stood up and began to cheer and applaud for Eren and for themselves.

Whether it was Harry, who had made this choice in his heart but was still hesitating whether it was right or not, Neville who thought of his mad parents who had been abused by the Death Eaters, or Hufflepuff who was a little reluctant to dark magic and only planned to come to learn some neutral ancient magic, or even Crabbe, who was at a loss and had no purpose but just followed Draco, all of them were full of passion and longing for the course they had chosen.

Alan looked at the little wizards who were encouraged, and the corners of his mouth were quite satisfied, and the corners of his mouth were also hooked, and Alan did not use spells that could affect the suggestion of others in his speech, but only used charm and language to achieve this effect. The Ancient Magic Class Professor opened his arms and suppressed the cheers, and officially began the first content of the class: "I beg your pardon, students, we have a lot of content today, and the time is quite tight, so there is not much time left for you to celebrate, so let's start directly, first of all, please take out your wands and line up." ”

As soon as they heard about taking out their wands, many wizards were even more excited, but there were exceptions.

"Is it going to be a real fight again?" Neville gripped his wand and stood behind Harry in some horror, he had come to this class to arm himself with something new, but now Neville was nervous about the possibility of fighting before he had learned anything.

"Don't worry, Professor Harris won't let us have problems, but I wonder if it will directly ask us to duel one-on-one like the original dueling club? Akihari's sweet voice came from behind them, she was in the seventh year and had to deal with the Newt exam this year, but she still signed up for the course, and she had no intention of quitting Quidditch this year, in fact, she was planning to pursue this sport after graduation, and it was better to work on a team with her boyfriend Cedric Diggory, who was currently in a distant relationship.

The wizards, led by the experienced members of the training class, moved quickly by house and grade, but contrary to what they had expected at first, at least at this time, the ancient magic professor did not immediately ask the students to do something to each other.

Mr. Skillful Hand behind Alan himself moved in front of the little wizards, and the three tentacles quickly gestured to the wands and bodies of the little wizards, and the three eyes kept blinking while reporting the data it had measured.

"Mr. Harry Potter, please straighten your arm, I need to measure your arm length. Mr. Skillful said to Harry, who was tilting his head to look at him, and said that the golem was still in a soft, middle-aged female voice.

Harry couldn't help but think of his own experience of being measured in Ollivanders and Madame Morkin's shop, and compared to the automatic magic tape measure and manual measurement, Mr. Skillful was undoubtedly more accurate, smarter, and faster, measuring over and over again, reporting the data and recording it on parchment.

"Monsieur Agsfilch has kindly lent me his skillful husband, Lady Loris II...... Well, I should call it the Handy Lady, Mr. Filch made it a female voice......" Alan coughed dryly before continuing, "it will measure the shape, weight, material, and all aspects of your body. Ask the students who have completed the measurement to return to their desks. After that, I will tailor some training items for you based on this data, but don't despair, as the first lesson, I have prepared a small gift for you today......"

Harry Potter: The Scholar is invincible

Harry Potter: The Scholar is invincible