It's getting boring

The first class was potions. Due to the events of the past years, all the lessons stemming from the underpopulation were common. Severus entered the classroom with fury and started talking. He must have thought it was inspiring. For 11-year-olds, maybe it could be.

The scenes in the movie were repetitive. It was like watching the scene where you ate the spoiler again. Henry said to himself, 'Living is different than watching. My ass is different. I knew the first 3 years would be extremely boring'.

He was thinking like that. The first three movies of the Harry Potter series were the setup phase, the real action started after the 4th movie. Dragons are death eaters and spies using polyjuice potions.

He opened it up a bit because you have an automatic rifle in your hand. Your hand is on the trigger, but you can't shoot. It's frustrating.

The issue of potions was really important, he might need them for his further plans, but it was more appealing to make Severus my puppet and control him before he died.

He performed average, and he lost points like everyone else, but he didn't care.

He thought before about how to evaluate the lessons, he would listen to the lessons for the first 6 months to have basic knowledge of the subjects, but he could not know the rest, such as astronomy, DADA, history of magic and the rest would not be useful for me.

He was even considering sending someone to classes instead of himself, if not for the constant need for polyjuice.

If Metamorphmagus was widespread, it would work for him, kidnap someone, smuggle them into school, and send them to classes instead of you. Sounded like a good plan.

"How I wish I could make a clone in Naruto. There may be magic to it but I refused to think that teachers were that incompetent." thought Henry.

There is nothing he can do but adapt. He had to find alternatives that he could do during the lessons and had more time.

The days passed quickly, and we arrived at their first flying lesson, the famous Neville's reminder scene, where the real hero discovers his talents and joins the quidditch team in the first year despite the school rules. How nice isn't it?

Frankly, it was another spoiler scene, and again, he didn't care. It was the first time he was going to use a broomstick, and he was going to do it inconspicuously.

He got my hand on the broomstick and didn't say up with everyone else. He knew he was going to lift the broomstick for the first time. He wasn't very skilled at magic, but keeping his magic on his body made it comparable to his best abilities.

A few people around had the broomstick in their hands, so Henry said "Up" without waiting any longer and he had the broomstick in his hand.

Hooch was giving new instructions. He didn't listen to what the teachers said. It wasn't because he didn't trust their expertise. Magic was the power system of this world and he had been aware of this issue for 5 years and had worked on his control, although he had waited a long time to learn.

He studied the subjects of the lectures in my spare time and did research on other subjects in the requirement room, and flying was a subject that interested him a lot, just like in the movies.

He has studied both flying with and without a broomstick. His primary goal was to be able to fly like Voldemort did, though he had glided more. He wanted to fly.

He was studying magic without a wand. The subject was not very difficult, but the main issue was the volume of magic. The function of the wand was to spread the magic of the wizards. It worked like a key and lock.

Like nen in HxH, the chakra in Naruto, there was magic around, but you had to use your magic to affect it. The wand was here, turning the magic into a key and changing the magic around.

To cast spells without a wand, your magic had to be like a key. He had touched it in non-verbal magic and felt the key structure of magic, but the boredom was back in volume.

Spells used for a long time could be like reflexes, but trying to do it from scratch was like choosing a drop of water in the ocean.

It wasn't his short-term goal, but he was working on it every day meditating to understand because if his magic was the key, the power output from his wand would also increase so Dumbledore and Voldemort were strong.

Their understanding of magic was high, but wandless magic could have become much more common if children were taught from the ground up.

He got carried away again,

"Man, these lessons are so boring. If I were you, I would explain the abstract structure of magic to the children in the first two years and make them practise. Talk about backward society, I've got a broomstick under me, but I can't fly without any tools. It wasn't about imagination, magic, or anything, it was sheer stupidity. There are examples in history books and Hogwarts has an enormous library on magic, but the teacher here teaches the training to fly only on a broomstick. I am aware that I come from a modern society and that a magic society has a conservative nature, but it is not something I can understand and accept that so many people are stupid." thought Henry.

When the day's lessons were over, I went to the 7th-floor requirement room without being noticed.

He walked past the wall three times, and thought, 'I want a room where I can practise duelling.'

When the door appeared, he entered the room. The room was the size of a football field and there were 10 puppets on the side.

He walked towards the middle of the room and thought 'I want woodland and evening hours.'

A forest appeared out of nowhere and the puppets moved.

It was incredibly tiring to practise with so many puppets, but a person who has done sports knows that it is necessary to increase the intensity, not the repetition.

It was a problem that push and pull did not work very well on puppets, as he normally set up duels with people in his head.

His short-term duelling target was the accuracy of the spells and my evasion abilities. The puppets were just firing colour balls. And they were throwing area bombs according to the distance. He was using a spell he just found.

"Orbis," spell Henry, waved his wand down, and the dummy he had evaded sank into the ground, immediately hiding behind a tree and checking his surroundings.