"Lynn, it's time to get up again~ We have Charms Class today. You can't be late."
Edgar's voice rang in his ear punctually once more.
On the bed, Lynn opened his eyes groggily, complaining wildly in his mind: Merlin! Why does Hogwarts also have 8 A.M. classes?!
I'm literally in an 8 A.M. class! Can't I escape the fate of waking up early in two lifetimes?
It was still the familiar routine: struggling to get up, groggily packing textbooks and his wand, and then—acting as a human cleaning station.
"Scourgify!" He cast the spell on his three roommates in turn. "I'm telling you, can't you guys learn the Scouring Charm yourselves? It's very simple—you'll get it after seeing it once."
On the way to the classroom, Lynn finally couldn't help but voice his question.
William turned his head, pushed up his glasses, and said as if it were a matter of course, "Did I ever say I didn't know it?"
"Then why do you—"
"Lazy."
Well, this powerful and irrefutable reason successfully convinced Lynn.
He looked at Edgar and Ollie beside him, who both had expressions of "why do it ourselves when you're here," and sighed helplessly. ╮(─▽─)╭
The group twisted and turned through the corridors, finally arriving at the Charms classroom. The atmosphere in the Charms classroom was noticeably more relaxed and pleasant.
Professor Flitwick stood on a stack of thick books to barely reach above the podium. He was introducing today's lesson content in a squeaky but clear voice—the Lumos Charm.
"The Lumos Charm is a type of lifestyle spell."
Professor Flitwick waved his short arms. "It looks very ordinary, and indeed, it is very ordinary."
He paused, seemingly finding the joke very funny, and laughed first.
Then he continued, "Just kidding. It is indeed very useful. At certain moments, it will solve some of your difficulties."
"So, we are going to learn it today!"
As for why the first Charms Class for first-years wasn't the classic Levitation Charm? The Professor felt like it—he could teach whatever he wanted!
Just as Professor Flitwick was explaining, the system prompt sounded in Lynn's mind:
[Ding! Mission issued: Successfully cast the Lumos Charm. Reward: Peters Jolt]
[Effect: A passive skill originating from a certain superpower wielder in a certain world. It allows you to perceive the arrival of danger in advance. You can also call it "Spider-Sense."]
[The System feels like you need it, so… you know.]
Looking at such a simple mission that was practically a freebie, the corners of Lynn's mouth curled up uncontrollably again.
Oh my~ How could I be so embarrassed to take this!
"The incantation is very simple. You just need to say 'Lumos' and give your wrist a light flick like this…" Professor Flitwick demonstrated the movement.
"Good, let's give it a try." Saying that, he waved his wand, and with a "swish," he pulled all the curtains in the classroom shut. The room instantly fell into dimness.
While the other young Wizards were still nervously recalling the incantation and movements, Lynn had already impatiently raised his wand and chanted with a perfectly standard posture and clear pronunciation, "Lumos!"
With a soft "pop," the tip of his wand immediately bloomed with a steady and soft ball of white light, brightly illuminating a small area around him.
[Ding! Mission completed! Obtained 'Peters Jolt'!]
Hogwarts really wasn't a wasted trip! The rewards were coming in non-stop! Lynn was overjoyed.
As he walked on the way to the next class—Potions Class—Lynn carefully felt out his newly acquired ability.
He felt that his reaction speed had significantly improved; the movements of the students around him seemed to slow down in his eyes.
He could more clearly capture their movement trajectories and intentions.
This feeling of "everything being under control" made him walk with a swagger.
Continuing to wind through the corridors, the group arrived at a classroom located in the dungeons.
"Lynn, I heard that the Potions Professor speaks in a very… sarcastic and weird way."
Edgar, feeling the oppressive atmosphere, tried to dispel the chill with gossip and took the lead in starting the conversation.
"How so?" William, listening nearby, seemed very interested in this topic. He pushed up his glasses and showed an inquisitive look.
Ollie didn't speak, just nodded repeatedly.
"I heard from students in other houses, especially Gryffindor, that he docked a bunch of points from Harry Potter right at the start just because he couldn't answer some questions!"
"And he asks questions as soon as he comes in…"
"Like a giant bat…"
"Always speaking with a long drawl…"
Lynn listened with great interest. Wasn't this much more interesting than Professor Binns's History of Magic?
Suddenly, Lynn felt the hair on his body stand on end.
He quickly lowered his voice and urgently stopped the three who were gossiping enthusiastically: "Shh! Stop talking!"
Although Edgar and the others didn't know why, seeing Lynn's serious expression, they immediately shut their mouths.
Sure enough, the very next second they went quiet, the classroom door was pushed open, and a black figure entered abruptly.
As he walked, he waved his wand, and the classroom curtains also closed with a "swish," making the light even dimmer.
"You…"
He began his opening remarks in a low voice, his words filled with contempt for "foolish wand-waving" and praise for the "charm of Potions."
After a period of oppressive opening remarks that were almost identical to what Edgar had described, Lynn thought he would start asking questions to strike down a few unlucky souls with precision.
But to his surprise, Snape just swept his eyes over the whole room, and after seeing everyone silent as cicadas in winter, a cold sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.
Then he directly began the theoretical teaching of today's lesson—how to brew a potion to cure boils.
[Ding! Mission issued: Brew a Boil-Cure Potion. Reward: Potions Favor]
[Potions Favor]
[Effect: You can consistently produce all potions you have studied. After reading or hearing any potion recipe, you will immediately understand its principles and instinctively perform optimal improvements. The quality of potions you brew personally will be significantly enhanced.]
[You probably won't try to use this to brew a potion with Professor Snape's unique taste… right?]
…Snape was indeed an extremely excellent Potions Master.
The method he taught for brewing the Boil-Cure Potion was different from the standard method in the textbook in terms of the order of material processing, the number and direction of stirs, and the subtle control of the heat. It seemed to be more efficient.
The premise was that you could ignore the constant sarcasm in his teaching and the venom that could be spat at any unlucky student at any time.
"Oh~ It seems our clever student already knows everything and doesn't need to take notes. Presumably, he has already mastered all the knowledge I am teaching."
Snape's voice suddenly rang out beside Edgar.
"One point from Hufflepuff for… arrogance."
"Anthony Goldstein," his gaze turned to a Ravenclaw boy, "you answer—why do the snake fangs here need to be crushed so finely?"
"Because… um… for… um…" Goldstein clearly couldn't answer the question, because Snape hadn't explained the reason at all during his lecture!
"Very well," Snape's lips twisted into a curve that was almost a smile. "It seems that Ravenclaw's wisdom is not reflected in… comprehension. One point from Ravenclaw."
Finally having survived the nerve-wracking theoretical teaching, they arrived at the practical stage.
Snape wandered around the classroom.
His presence itself was a form of pressure.
Whenever he saw a student's operation was incorrect, he would "gently" appear behind them to give "guidance":
"Has your brain been stepped on by a Troll? Why do the slugs need such complete slices? Are you planning to let the boil swallow them whole?"
"Oh! Look what I've found—a new Potions Professor is born! He can even completely ignore the guidance of the previous Professor and perform a pioneering… and disastrous operation."
"Are you related to a Troll? You actually dare to touch the edge of a cauldron that has just left the fire with your hands? Perhaps St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries would be very happy to receive a new patient with severe hand burns."
Amidst Snape's occasionally ringing "mental devastation" that covered the whole room, Lynn carefully and strictly followed the steps to finish brewing this cauldron of Boil-Cure Potion.
Snape paced to his table, scooped up a bit with a long-handled spoon, looked at it carefully, and smelled it. Finally, he just let out an almost inaudible snort from his nose, said nothing, and turned away.
[Ding! Mission completed! Obtained 'Potions Favor'!]
Although he successfully completed the mission, Lynn's mood wasn't exactly beautiful.
Clearly, in this class, he had also suffered quite a bit from Snape's indiscriminate venomous attacks and mental pressure.
Just you wait, Old Bat! A gentleman's revenge is never too late! (◣_◢)
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