8 Classes

"Damn, we're going to be late for class!" Said Harry to his 3 friends, as he ran down the hall.

"This is all Ron's fault because he decided to sleep in, seriously, how can you do that? We all went to sleep at the same time." Said Isaac.

"I'm a heavy sleeper, it's a problem I'm already trying to solve... but I'm failing bitterly." I said as I ran down the hall

"And it's Professor Mcgonagall's class soon, if we're late, we're toast. They say she's already made a boy cry with just one look!" Harry said

"Oddly enough, I believe it."

Neville swallowed hard, he didn't want to cry!

After some time they finally arrived in the room, everyone was already sitting, writing with their quills.

"Phew, we're on time." Neville said, sighing in relief.

Ron knew that wasn't the case and immediately looked towards the tabby cat that was on the table.

The cat, noticing the group of 4 students, jumped, and before it could fall, it transformed into its human form.

"Wow, amazing!" Exclaimed Harry, he knew this was an animagus form, his father and uncle could transform too, of course, into other animals.

"I'm glad you liked it Mr Potter, maybe it would be useful if I transfigured you into a clock, maybe one of the 4 would arrive on time."

"Sorry Professor, we got lost." Said Isaac

"Maybe on a map? Do you need one to find your places?" She said with a stern look.

"Let's go." Said Harry, as he turned around

"Not you, Mr Potter, join Miss Granger up front." Minerva said.

This caused Harry some discontent, he wanted to join his friends, but reluctantly he walked there.

As Ron, Isaac and a shaky Neville walked to the back table.

"For those who weren't here before, my name is Minerva Mcgonagall, I teach Transfiguration here at Hogwarts."

"Transfiguration is one of the most complex and dangerous magics you will ever learn, so be very careful, I do not tolerate any jokes in my class." She said, looking at Harry and then at the back table.

"Anyone who does something stupid in my class will leave and won't come back. You've been warned." Minerva said.

Neville shivered again.

Shortly after class ended, Harry met us again.

Honestly, I didn't pay much attention in class, I listened to the first 5 minutes and then rested, I already knew everything I was teaching, and time was my friend...

"Seriously man, she's insufferable!" Complained Harry, as he walked with his group.

"You had to see, she thinks she's smarter than me."

"And that's not true?" I said with a smile.

"No! I mean, I don't know! I just have different tastes, I'd rather not spend my time reading books." Said Harry as he crossed his arms.

"Relax man, all women are like that, trust me, I understand women." I said while puffing out my chest.

"You?" Isaac asked skeptically.

"Of course, the secret to making a girl happy is…" I paused dramatically

"What?" The 3 curious friends asked.

"Nod and agree."

"Nod and agree? That's bullshit!"

With a knowing smile, I continued - "It's true, girls have this thing where they always want to be right, so you just need to be the first to give in in an argument."

"How do you know all this?" Isaac asked.

"Years of experience, my friends… years of experience."

"We have the same age." Neville said.

"Come on! We'll be late for class." Said Ron as he led the way.

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[Potions Room]

The Potions Classroom is a room in the dungeons of Hogwarts Castle, used for Potions classes. It is large enough to allow at least twenty students to work and its walls are lined with animals preserved in glass jars.

In one corner of the room there is a basin in which ice water pours from a gargoyle's mouth, while in another there is a cupboard with ingredients for the students.

There is also a blackboard on which the Potions master can write instructions for the class.

Entering the room suddenly with a crash - "I don't allow wand play or stupid spells in this class." Said a Professor in black robes, greasy hair and a hooked nose.

"Well then, I don't expect any of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art of potion making."

"But for those few, who are interested in learning - I can teach how to bewitch the mind and confuse the senses - I can teach how to bottle fame - cook glory - and even put an end to death."

"If it's not the bunch of empty-headed children I'm usually told to teach..." muttered Snape.

Turning his gaze to Harry who was in the background writing on parchment, he continued, "However perhaps some of you came to Hogwarts with such formidable abilities that you feel confident enough not to pay attention to my class." The teacher said, raising his voice a little more at the end.

"Mr Potter, our new celebrity"

"Tell me. What would I get if I added powdered asphodel root to a wormwood infusion?"

"I don't know." Harry said.

Hermione, who was just ahead, instantly raised her hand.

"Let's try again, if I asked you to look for benzoar, where would you go?"

Hermione again raised her hand.

"I don't know."

"What's the difference Potter. Between lycoctone aconite and lapel aconite?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask Hermione? She should know." Harry said, looking at Hermione's outstretched hand, causing laughter among the students.

"Silence!" Shouted Snape.

"What a shame, of course, it seems fame isn't everything." Said Snape as he turned around.

Many Slytherins who were there held back laughter at that moment, especially a certain blond boy.

I looked at Harry who was being the center of attention again, but now in a negative way.

*Sigh*

"Screw it." I thought, as I stood up from the table, and coughed to draw attention to myself.

"1-They produce a potion so strong that it is considered an undead potion."

"2-Benzoar is a stone taken from a goat's stomach and can save from most poisons."

"3- There are two types of Aconite, namely: Lapelo Aconite and Licoctono Aconite. It is easily found because it has tuberous roots and an erect stem, in addition to having blue petals, which are extremely eye-catching."

"Aconite Lapelo It is widely used in healing potions. The symptoms of poisoning caused by it are excessive salivation, shortness of breath, tremors and accelerated heartbeat."

"As for the lycoctone aconite, however, its flowers are yellowish and it is used in Mata-Cão Poção. Fixed plant apparently meaningless."

The room fell silent after Ron responded, everyone was stunned by his courage and boldness!

Everyone knew that Professor Snape was targeting Harry, he was known to be favorable towards Slytherins and unfavorable towards Gryffindors, but no one was brave enough to do anything about it.

Still facing away, Snape said - "I thought I was talking to Mr Potter, minus 5 points for Gryffindor for intrusion!"

"Open your books!"

Ron looked at Harry who gave a grateful smile, causing him to wave back.