Chapter 12 Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Erwin took off the sorting hat angrily, this guy was cheating.
It's like trying to have a good argument with the other person, only to be blocked directly. It's really depressing.
The long-lasting sorting ceremony had obviously exhausted everyone's enthusiasm, so that when new members were welcomed again, only sparse applause rang out from the Gryffindor table.
Only the Weasley twins and the dark-skinned boy next to them gave Erwin the most sincere welcome. They should be the kind of naughty students who always give teachers headaches, and think that Erwin is one of their kind.
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After saying hello to them, Erwin looked towards the teacher's chair. There were surprisingly few people there, less than twenty in total.
That is to say, basically one faculty member is responsible for one course alone, and the work ability of the professors is really amazing.
The old man with a white beard sitting in the center is Albus Dumbledore. It's impossible for Erwin not to know the headmaster of Hogwarts by now.
Dumbledore stood up and announced the start of the banquet. Erwin watched helplessly as various tableware appeared on the empty table, followed by sumptuous food. "Cool." He shrugged.
Now even if he sees some incredible sight again, he won't have any mood swings. It seems to be just a teleportation spell. Now that he has arrived at Hogwarts, he will learn this kind of spell one day.
Various meats, potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, a very British-style meal. In a wizarding society where magic exists, the value of ordinary food should be relatively low, so the food at Hogwarts is likely to exceed that of any other food in the world.
A school. The little wizards ate happily. They were really hungry.
Hermione was chatting with other girls who were sorted into Gryffindor. On the other side, Harry Potter was whispering to the youngest Weasley. It was difficult for Erwin's mind to integrate into the social atmosphere of children of this age.
It was a bit overwhelming, so he was more interested in a gray-white man next to the dining table. He was a ghost.
The ghost called himself Sir Nicholas, and the Weasley twins called him "Nearly Headless Nick." As for why he was called Nearly Headless, he performed a show for the new students. The head was indeed almost completely broken off, and was only connected to the neck a little bit.
Muscles.
"Do all ghosts remain as they were when they died?" Erwin asked habitually.
Nick felt a little uneasy, "Absolutely." He replied dryly.
"Then can you still use magic now?"
"Of course not." Sir Nicholas suddenly became irritated, "I don't even have a body, and I can't hold a wand. How can I use magic again?"
Erwin didn't care about his attitude. Since ghosts don't have the ability to use magic, does that mean that magic is not stored in the soul?
He seemed to be one step closer to the correct answer.
After everyone had finished eating, the remaining food on the plates slowly disappeared, and then dessert appeared. Erwin suddenly wanted to see if he would be teleported to the kitchen if he stepped on these plates, but he gave up immediately.
Got this ridiculous idea.
The dessert also disappeared. Professor Dumbledore stood up and announced several prohibitions. The forest area outside the school and the corridor on the right of the fourth floor were prohibited for any students from entering. At the same time, the administrator Filch asked not to use magic in the corridor during class breaks.
The students sang the school song together again, and then the opening banquet was officially over.
Percy took the Gryffindor freshmen to the college dormitory. On the way, Erwin discovered that there were portraits hanging in many places in the school. The characters in the portraits were all movable. The wizards seemed to dislike completely still pictures.
All the illustrations in Irvine's textbooks are dynamic pictures that are played repeatedly, and these portraits look more advanced. The characters in them actually have certain thinking and memory abilities, and can even actively greet Percy.
Erwin noticed a Victorian lady running into a nearby landscape painting.
If the world in each painting is interconnected, then these paintings and the characters in the paintings may form a simple and primitive surveillance network.
Erwin kept it in mind.
Percy took them to the end of a corridor, where a portrait of a very rich woman dressed in pink hung.
"Password?" she asked.
"Dragon scum," said Percy.
The portrait moved unsteadily, revealing a doorway.
Access control and dormitory aunties are standard equipment in student dormitories.
Inside is the Gryffindor common room, filled with cushioned armchairs. Going up are the dormitories for each grade.
"Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter." Percy read the names to a list, "You will live in the first dormitory, and the other boys will live in the second dormitory.
, the luggage has been put in for you."
He wasn't assigned to the same dormitory as the Boy-Who-Lived, but that didn't matter. Erwin's attention to Harry Potter didn't mean that he needed to immediately put in the effort to make friends with the eleven-year-old.
The dormitory was very spacious, and Erwin felt the effect of the Seamless Stretching Charm. The other three boys quickly went to bed to rest, but he opened the suitcase and pulled out the locker.
Of course, everything was still there, and Erwin took out his small silver pistol. It can be predicted that in the future, this thing will be more useful than his wand in combat for a long time.
He hesitated for a while, then put the pistol in the bedside table. Although he didn't seem to need to worry about safety issues in this school, he was still a little panicked without carrying this weapon with him. Maybe it was coming to a new and unfamiliar place.
Due to the environment, or the sequelae left after the last attack.
A round face poked his head out of the bed next to him, "Aren't you going to bed yet? You have class tomorrow morning." Neville asked timidly.
"Well," Erwin responded, "pack your things."
"Then I'll go to bed first, good night." Neville yawned.
"Good night."
The bedroom became silent again.
Erwin took out another basic current measurement set from the locker, which was specially brought from the physics laboratory of Clayton University. He pressed the switch and saw the pointer on the ammeter as expected.
Not moving at all.
Sure enough, even the conduction of electric current is prohibited in this school. It's as if Marduk doesn't believe that guns can hurt him at all, because he can prohibit combustion reactions around him without the participation of magic. Any law of physics cannot
It's just magic dough, you can knead it however you like.
It was already certain that all electrical appliances would not work at Hogwarts, and the satellite phone in his box would be a piece of scrap metal in the next few months.
Erwin put away the box, lay on the bed, and closed his eyes.
The development game called Hogwarts has officially begun.
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The first week's classes were Transfiguration, Charms, History of Magic, Astronomy, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions. Erwin had been silently paying attention to Harry Potter and found that there was nothing particularly outstanding about the boy.
In terms of performance, his learning ability is better than that of his friend Ron Weasley, but it is only above average.
This is normal, there are many people who are late bloomers, or perhaps Harry's talent is only reflected in being able to withstand the Death Curse.
But Erwin himself couldn't help it, because he found that the teaching method at Hogwarts was very different from what he imagined. Except for the history of magic and astronomy, almost all the courses had the same teaching process, that is, the professor
Explain the principles and then start asking students to practice repeatedly. The teaching progress is quite slow.
Children from wizarding families have basically never attended elementary school before coming to Hogwarts, while children from Muggle families are very unfamiliar with magic, so this is actually a teaching method suitable for all students, but for outstanding students, such as Erwin
As for Hermione, their learning speed is much higher than the teaching speed. Hermione really enjoys the feeling of being a top student, and is happy to teach other students. Although she basically won't be appreciated, she doesn't care. And El
Wen Ze felt it was a complete waste of time.
In the third Transfiguration class, he completed what he was going to learn today in five minutes, changing the material of the tea cup lid from ceramic to wood. Professor McGonagall praised him, and then Erwin's next sentence
This surprised McGonagall, "Can I leave, Professor?"
"Let's go? Where are you going?" Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes.
"I think I can finish class."
"I can't possibly let you leave," Professor McGonagall was a little angry. "This is against the rules. You can help other students now. If you do this, I will give points to Gryffindor."
"Hermione is enough." Erwin glanced at Miss Nutria, who was confidently telling the two girls what to pay attention to when swinging the wand when transforming, completely unaware of the strange look in her eyes. "You.
If you don't let me leave, can you teach me the content of the next class now?" Erwin asked again.
"Mr. Frost." Professor McGonagall's face became serious, "The teaching philosophy of Hogwarts is fairness and justice. I cannot give you this privilege."
Fair and just? Erwin couldn't refute it for a moment.
But he didn't want to give up trying to continue doing this. After the afternoon spells class, he followed Professor Flitwick into his office and spelled out all the spells in "Standard Spells, Elementary" in front of the professor, starting from Chapter 1.
From the ignition spell to the final unlocking spell, they were all cast once.
Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up. This professor with a mustache was short in stature. Erwin suspected that he had part of the blood of goblins. "Did you discover a new way to learn spells?" Flitwick asked.
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Erwin nodded.
"Very good, very good." Flitwick praised repeatedly, "I think you should be the youngest one in history. Although it is only the most basic spell, it is really rare to discover the essence of the spell. I want to give you
Bonus points for Gryffindor..."
"Um, professor..."
"I know what you're thinking," Professor Flitwick interrupted, "You can just come to the second-year Charms class directly, well, that won't work, the time will conflict with your other classes..."
"I can teach myself."
"Are you sure? Oh, I shouldn't question an outstanding student." Professor Flitwick pointed at the bookshelf behind him with his wand, and immediately a thick book flew into his hand, and he handed it to Erwin.
"This is a standard spell for the second grade. As your professor, I must be responsible for you. From now on, come to my office every Friday afternoon. I will check your learning results and assign you the next stage of study.
Task."
"Understood." Erwin smiled slightly.
It seems that I am really more suitable for Ravenclaw? On the way back, he thought to himself that outstanding people get more learning opportunities to develop their talents. This is true educational fairness.