first class

I woke up after a whole day of sleep. Even though I didn't need it, I just wanted to forget what I did during the announcement. I probably destroyed whatever persona I had before with my happy, prideful, and childish display the day before. Still, I learned something new about myself: I'm still a teenager, after all. I may have gained powerful skills, but I'm still not powerful enough; I haven't been in power for long. Even though my body is stronger, smarter, and all around better than before, I'm still a teenager. In the end, maybe this was good. I don't know—I just hope that it'll all work out.

Now, today I have classes to teach. After that, I'll need to check the news outside. I'm sure Voldemort lost his mind when his horcruxes were destroyed. He is a wounded beast right now, and I can expect him to lash out at everything. Ah, let's shelve these thoughts for later. Now, let's get ready.

I finished my morning routine, so it's time to go to the Great Hall and have breakfast with everyone. I also need to start class there right after today. Yeah, let's go with that.

When I arrived in the Great Hall, my entrance drew the attention of everyone. I ignored them and sat down in the headmaster's seat, ordering breakfast—just a normal English breakfast was enough. After I was done, I summoned my Grimoire and began reading the story of "One Piece" while waiting for the others to finish. I also had Hogwarts deliver a temporary notice for everyone to stay in the Great Hall for the next twenty minutes. I was busy reading, so I ignored the puzzled looks and murmurs from everyone. Once the twenty minutes were up, I closed my Grimoire a bit forcefully to get everyone's attention. I stood up and looked around; even the professors were still there.

Hmmm, this is good.

"Everyone, please stand up and move away from your seats. I need to configure the Great Hall settings so that I can start the first magic theory class for everyone today," I said in an authoritative voice that snapped them out of their bewilderment.

They began scrambling and moving around. Then, with a clap of my hands, the Great Hall started shifting. Instead of the usual dining room, it transformed into a huge, cozy living room, complete with various couches and pillows. The ground turned into a big, fluffy rug with the Hogwarts logo on it. It was very comfortable seating. The professors' table morphed into two large, comfortable sofas on each side, while my seat was an armchair in the middle.

"What are you standing there for like idiots? Sit down!" I said, sounding irritated. True, the sight was great and magical, but there was no need for them to just stand there.

"Now then, get comfortable first, because this is going to be a very long lesson. If you have a question, raise your hand. If you have a comment that you think is funny, don't share it, or I will make you the laughing stock of Hogwarts. Leave the sarcasm and snide remarks until the end," I said with a serious expression, my gaze lingering a little longer on the Gryffindor and Slytherin students.

"All right then, let's start with a very simple question: What is magic? Why does it do what it does? What's the difference between our magic and the magic of, let's say, goblins, house-elves, or any other magical creature found around the world? What is the difference between us and different magical humans—muggles or squibs? Some might think these are loaded questions and not very simple, and you're both right and wrong at the same time." I began my lecture in a calm voice, using Hogwarts to amplify my words so it sounded as if I was speaking directly to them. I could see them starting to focus. That was a good start. So I continued.

"Well, first of all, let me tell you this directly: magic itself is a piece of creation. It's a broad subject that I very much doubt even the gods of magic understand. Why do I say this? The answer is simple: I want you to understand that magic, as we know it, is merely one of the outer shells. If you understand the essence of magic, that means you grasp a part of creation, thus becoming capable of said creation. Do you understand?" Some nodded while others stayed silent, so I just moved on.

"Now, let's put that aside for later to explore on your own. Let's talk about wizards and witches—what's so special about us? Hmm? For starters, our magic is unique. Our magical energy has three minor aspects: desire, wish, and reality, blended into our very cores. We are born magical, and just for the record, we will die horribly if there ever comes a time when magic in nature falls below a certain threshold. We are magical because we live on magic— not the other way around. Now, how do we differ from muggles? Well, muggles are people who can't form a magical core to hold magic before the age of eleven. After that, there's no way to grant them access to our type of magic.

What about squibs then? Well, they are individuals who are born with, or have a variety of damage to, their magical core that prevents them from releasing magic in the same way a normal wizard does. Is there a way to cure it? Technically, yes. Will I tell you how? No! Why, you might wonder? Well, because it's none of your business." I noticed some faces changing color as I explained, but I paid them no mind and continued.

"Now, where was I? Ah, yes, wizards and witches. Is there a difference between us? Technically, no. Theoretically, everyone has the same potential. Now then, some might ask why some are stronger than others. That comes from a variety of reasons: being stupid, having a weak mind, a weak body, weak ambition, access to inaccurate knowledge, or being manipulated into forming a group of families that marry each other for generations until their unique traits are lost—or just being complete fools. I mean, what do you expect to happen to families who marry their cousins for generations? Ugh, let's return to what I was saying.

Some of you might have wondered about the unique traits of magical families. Well, it's simple: rituals. That's the answer." After saying this, I noticed students looking at each other as if they had just figured out the impossible; the disbelief on their faces was funny. I just looked at them with a smile and moved on, saying,

"Now let's get to the topic of pure-bloods and muggle-borns. The difference is straightforward: muggle-borns are like a blank slate of potential; they usually don't have any inclination or affinity towards any magical discipline. Half-bloods, on the other hand, are like a coin toss; they either get it all or nothing, depending on how powerful the parents are and how lucky they are. Pure-bloods of today are just a joke, while the pure-bloods of old are usually the ones with the most magical power.

What I mean is, if two muggle-borns marry each other, their child is purebred; that's just how magic works. If, let's say, one of those parents, or both, perform a ritual of purification annually, train hard, or do a ritual to gain a trait, their child will inherit those traits and powerful magic, etc.

"Now, onto the topic of magical creatures and other magical beings in our society. They are creatures of their own magic. What I mean is that they are the literal embodiment of their own magic. For example, unicorns embody the light aspects of magic, while acromantulas represent the dark aspects. Their behavior, instincts, skills, and other traits demonstrate just how deeply they embody their respective aspects of magic.

Is there a difference among individuals of the same species? The answer is yes, depending on how concentrated that aspect is and how potent the magical energy of those creatures is. This also applies to us, though in a more complicated way," I said, sitting down for a moment to take a break, drinking some water and letting what I had just explained sink in a little.

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