Chapter 10: Up and down (seeking investment and reading~)

Harry doesn't need a hat to guide him.

It might sound a little weird - he remembered Percy's scent and could find the Gryffindor common room by following the scent.

Ron and the others are still waiting for Harry to come back.

"Harry, go find Dumbledore..." Ron stepped forward to greet him. Before he could finish his words, he was startled when he saw the hat on Harry's waist. "Oh, no, go and sort it out."

Was the hat stolen?"

"Yes, I borrowed it." Harry said seriously, correcting the mistake in Ron's words.

The Sorting Hat muttered: "Harry, you are a good boy, but can we discuss not to put my head upside down, okay?"

"And hats are for wearing. I am a wizard hat and you are a wizard. We are very compatible."

Harry shook his head and said firmly: "No, it's a bit inconvenient to wear it on your head. It will be more convenient this way."

The Sorting Hat was startled and said in a gloomy tone: "I think you are using me as a scabbard."

"I don't have time today, I have Transfiguration class later." Harry said expressionlessly.

Professor Quirrell no longer had the strange feeling that made his scar hurt, but...he was very poor, stammering, and verbose. His description of black magic was not even as useful as reading a book directly.

The professor of Charms, Professor Flitwick, who has elf blood, taught them a whole class on magic theory.

Flitwick looked at him with joy and asked enthusiastically and eagerly: "I heard from Sprout and Professor Binns that you are a questioning little wizard and you really should come to Ravenclaw.

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This frightened him, and he really thought that Harry was going to become the sinner of Gryffindor.

"What's more, you are very good. Albus told me that you seem to have mastered a novel spell. If you have time on Friday afternoon..."

Fortunately, Ron followed Harry, and except for a slight delay due to his disobedience on the stairs, the journey was smooth.

"Did you encounter any problems?"

Ron was dumbfounded. When he saw it, he pecked at the rice and nodded.

Flitwick was startled, his thoughts knotting up in his head, and he asked dryly: "So you're not asking me about magic?"

This brought a smile to Professor McGonagall's face, and she confidently and naturally added five points to Gryffindor - three points for Harry and two points for Hermione.

Professor McGonagall no longer turned into a tabby cat, but stood solemnly at the desk. When the two little wizards were not paying attention, she secretly threw several rounds of "cleaning up" to herself.

"Isn't a scabbard better than a hat?" Harry asked.

Harry nodded: "Yes."

Ron's face turned pale with fright, and he looked at the Sorting Hat in panic.

Harry and Ron found a place to sit down.

"Why is there a cat here?" Ron followed his gaze and muttered in confusion, "Professor McGonagall's pet?"

Herbalism is more interesting.

Harry was very excited about the classes on Monday, September 2, the first day of school.

Wednesday's Defense Against the Dark Arts disappointed Harry.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

There are two new courses on Tuesday - Charms and Transfiguration.

Harry finally satisfied Flitwick and asked him many questions after class, even almost delaying the next year's class.

A tabby cat.

Not even an effective spell or targeted potion was mentioned.

Flitwick's expression became gentle and he shook his head: "Professors should help students."

Most of the students packed their schoolbags and rushed to the Transfiguration classroom.

They were the first ones to arrive at the Transfiguration classroom.

"Really? That's good." McGonagall breathed out, "Mr. Potter, I will forgive you this time, but next time you must remember that even if you are curious, you cannot touch the professor."

Flitwick was a little disappointed: "Oh, okay."

Harry said nothing, staring straight at the cat on the podium.

He was shameless and wanted to take advantage of the class.

"I do know a master forger, but the goblins... have some personality problems. Although they are very good at craftsmanship, they are very greedy."

After breakfast in the hall, I returned to my dormitory, woke up the other people I slept with, and went to class with them.

"Then you..." Mag's tone became more serious.

Only Harry and Hermione were able to change the match. Harry completely turned the match into a needle, while Hermione fell short and only transformed a needle with a match stick at the end.

Harry nodded: "I heard from Hagrid that you have goblin blood, so do you know any master blacksmith?"

"You Gryffindors are always like this," the Sorting Hat muttered, "either you are too humorous, or you don't understand any humor at all."

Sprout dismissed him with "five points for Gryffindor". She liked this diligent and intelligent little lion, but the senior courses were a bit dangerous and she didn't dare let Harry participate.

Harry chased her to ask questions until four o'clock - the reason why he only asked questions for an hour was mainly because the senior students had to go to class, otherwise Harry could continue to ask questions.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor!" Hat suddenly interrupted and shouted.

Harry nodded: "Thank you for your advice, Professor McGonagall."

The Sorting Hat made two noises and shouted: "Hey! Forget it Harry, Filius, why are you using me as your pocket? That's enough!"

No one can guard against such a cute little kitten.

A mere ghoul, who couldn't draw a standard structural diagram and couldn't explain its shortcomings, stammered and talked about some countermeasures, which made Harry frown.

Until the end of class.

History of Magic in the morning, Herbology in the afternoon.

Harry stayed.

Flitwick shook his head and waved his wand, and the money bag immediately flew into his hat.

The History of Magic inevitably disappoints many freshmen. Professor Binns is a ghost. He reads the textbook in the ghost's unique hoarse, cold and ruthless tone, and occasionally adds some points.

"Hey, Minerva, don't be angry, I was just joking." The Sorting Hat shook and explained, "I'm just a hat, I don't have the authority to deduct points."

Thursday is still Transfiguration and Charms.

"If you are very interested in it, maybe wait until you are in fifth or sixth grade, or maybe earlier, to try to get in touch with this magic spell."

Is this to expel dark magic creatures?

Are you teaching how to raise pets?

"I am the hat, the great Gryffindor hat!"

He couldn't hold Harry back, and the young witcher still insisted on checking the tabby cat's claws, bones, and tail...

The first-year students don't know their way around very well.

Harry walked over in one step, grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck, turned its ears, and looked at it: "It doesn't look like this, this cat is Professor McGonagall."

Harry shook his head: "No, you don't smell. It's just that my senses are sharp and I can pick up smells that ordinary people can't pick up."

"Harry, stop it, what are you doing!"

"Look at the patterns on its face. Does it look like Professor McGonagall's glasses..."

After teaching the magic theory, Professor McGonagall gave each of them a match and asked them to try to turn the match into a needle.

It cursed and was taken into the dormitory by Harry.

It's just more difficult.

"I just checked, and it's no different from a normal cat. The spine, muscles, and claws can all pop out."

"Why can't you be like Albus and have just the right amount of humor?"

"One more question." Mag's expression did not soften at all, and even became more serious, "Does my body smell very strong?"

"You have a much worse character than Gryffindor, you brat!"

Oh no!

Ron's face turned pale, his eyes widened, he exclaimed and grabbed Harry's hand.

The next day, when it was still dark, he woke up, ran around the castle twice, took out his sword, and practiced swordsmanship against a tree stump for a while.

Other students began to arrive one after another, and Transfiguration was also a very interesting course.

Light a fire, make a noise, or throw a piece of carrion.

"It's still Saturday. If you have time on Saturday, you can come to the office to see me."

Ron quite agreed with what Professor Quirrell said - he had a ghoul at home, and his mother used this method to deal with it, and their family indeed almost kept the ghoul as a pet.
To be continued...