People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 274 Harry's Confession
A golden light flashed through the dark forest.

Krum, sitting cross-legged in a large room, opened his eyes under the gaze of the other two.

("This tent is really big. The dining and living room are so spacious, and there are also equally spacious bedrooms and bathrooms." Ron exclaimed.)
(Ginny yawned, "The tent we stayed in at the World Cup was not small, it was big enough for our family and even had a kitchen.")
(Ron curled his lips, "That tent smells like cats, and that's where our family lives. This is a personal tent.")
(Other viewers who got up early and those who were still curled up in bed did not pay as much attention to the tent as Ron did.)
(They all wanted to know whether Krum had found any clues about the Mother and Child River in the Forbidden Forest.)
(The Forbidden Forest is too big, and the Golden Snitch is too fast, so the scene just flashes by.)
(The girls' bathroom on the third floor was left to Furong to check, as the witch had received the class schedule in advance.)
(The first class is Charms. The Charms classroom in this world is on the first floor. When Furong comes out of the Gryffindor Common Room on the eighth floor, she will just pass by the third floor.)
"There are no signs of human construction in the Forbidden Forest. Apart from the infestation of Acromantulas, there is nothing worth noting." Krum shook his head.

(Hagrid coughs.)
"Then let's eat." Harry, who had developed the habit of eating on time with Ron, pressed the green button at hand, and a piece of parchment and a quill filled with ink appeared.

"Let me see," Cedric, a Hufflepuff, also moved his butt and came over to look at the menu, "Milk, coffee, pumpkin juice, oatmeal, chickpea sauce, smoked fish, smoked sausage, fried eggs, pie"

Krum rubbed his temple. He had been using his brain too much. "Just a glass of milk and a sausage sandwich."

Harry suggested, "Come more. Our bodies have also been modified. We can increase our magic power by eating, just like the people in this world. And we don't have to worry about getting fat."

Krum still rejected Harry's proposal.

Unlike Harry, who had not experienced many experiences of hunger at the Dursleys' house, he could not find comfort in the feeling of having food bloated up his throat. On the contrary, as a professional Quidditch player, controlling his food intake had become a part of his subconscious.

After breakfast, the three of them walked out of the tent.

He called Neville from the nearby tent and went back the same way, crossing the beach and the snow to the entrance of the lounge.

Percy was already sitting there, surrounded by a pile of books and parchment, holding a cup of coffee and a book open in his lap.

Sensing the four people approaching, the three pieces of parchment automatically spun and flew into the hands of the four people.

("Wandless magic!" Ron was amazed. "Percy made spell cards too! How come he couldn't graduate?")
(Hermione rolled her eyes, "Did you accidentally eat your own brain? Spell cards have replaced wands in this world, and it's the most basic thing. How could Percy not know it? What's more, this world has a 9th grade, so you can imagine how difficult it is to graduate.")
"Is this the class schedule?" Harry pretended not to know and flipped through the courses. "Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, Potions."

"Five classes a day?" Krum frowned.

He wasn't actually frowning because of the number of classes, but because their classes overlapped with Furong's.

Although Furong is a witch, her background in this world is that she was hospitalized due to illness, and she started school in the 6th grade just like the wizards.

And the sixth grade is a watershed in the education of the wizarding world.

The students are divided into subjects based on the results of the fifth grade final examination.

Passing score:

Outstanding(O)Good(E)Pass(A)
Unsatisfactory grades:
Poor (P) Very bad (D) Extremely bad (T)
Except for a few major courses that do not require grades, professors of other subjects only want students with passing grades to attend their advanced classes.

In this world, although it is a 9-year system, it is still the same.

This system is not because professors do not have the patience to teach backward students.

It is because the content of the advanced classes is like a mystery to students who have received unsatisfactory grades, and it is a complete waste of their time.

Instead of letting them waste time on courses they are not good at, it is better to give them more time to study in depth the courses they are good at.

In this world, Krum originally thought that wizards would be taught advanced courses directly upon arrival, and that the reason why wizards were not allowed to go to school with first-year witches was because the witches were afraid of wizards and wanted to deliberately slow down their learning progress.

According to this speculation, Furong should be in the sixth grade, but actually attends classes with the first grade witches.

However, the overlapping course content in the curriculum negates this possibility.

So, is there some other deeper reason for sending a 17-year-old wizard who knows nothing about magic directly to advanced classes?

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and Percy mistakenly thought that Krum was dissatisfied with the heavy course load.

"Our courses are more demanding than those of witches, but that's because we are already far behind. Compared to witches of the same age, we can be said to know nothing," Percy comforted.

"Our courses are more demanding?" Krum's eyes widened.

But Furong’s courses are obviously the same as theirs.

"Of course," Percy nodded, "Your schedule has Herbology and Potions added to the other sixth year students."

"For a subject that is relatively more focused on theory, you have to learn it from scratch."

(Professors Snape and Sprout were upset. What do you mean by focusing more on theory? Herbology/Potions also require practical skills!)
"You mean Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration aren't theory-heavy?" Cedric asked.

(Flitwick, Moody, and McGonagall have already drawn their wands subconsciously.)
"Of course," Percy shrugged, "most of these classes require us to learn a certain spell during the course."

"And the learning of all spells is actually linked to the maturity of one's personality."

"Those spells learned in grades one to five are difficult for children whose personalities have not yet matured, but for a 17-year-old adult, all he needs to do is memorize the spells and correct his casting gestures."

(Dumbledore nods.)
(Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore unconvinced, "Do you also think this is true?")
(Dumbledore smiled and replied: "That is true, but Minerva, you forget that our courses are not to let students learn a certain spell, but to tell them what Charms and Transfiguration are, to let them practice certain theories in practice, so that they can really fall in love with this subject.")
("These intangible gains are far more valuable than learning a certain spell.")
"But if you learn to make spell cards, you don't have to memorize the spells and gestures."

"The concentration and corresponding emotions required for advanced spells can be easily learned by adults with good self-control."

"In fact, even though male wizards are now in a four-year program, we can catch up with witches of the same age and even surpass them in the actual use of magic."

"This discovery has caused wizards in the education sector to begin considering whether some spells in practical courses such as Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, etc. should be transferred to Grade 6, which is the age when most wizards are adults."

"So you don't have to worry about not being able to keep up." Percy comforted him. He checked the clock. "It's almost 8:30. You should go to class."

"But." Neville was a little scared, "Is there a witch waiting outside?"

He was not such a coward in this world. But the experience of being blocked by witches on the train and almost losing his virginity made him afraid.

"Don't worry," Percy patted Neville's shoulder, "This year will be the safest for you. The professor of this course will be waiting outside the lounge to escort you during the first period in the morning and afternoon."

"After the noon and evening classes, the professor of this course will also send you back to the dormitory."

("That's terrible." Ron sighed. "How can Harry and the others complete their mission when they are so well protected?")
(Dumbledore could not help smiling, pleased at the thought that Fleur had the upper hand in this respect.)
"Well, I'll just take you out." After saying that, Percy was about to get up.

"No need." Professor Flitwick flew out of the blue light gate, "Have you forgotten that I am also a wizard? Boys, follow me!"

Under the escort of Professor Flitwick, the four of them quickly arrived at the Charms classroom on the first floor.

There were witches who looked at him with blatant eyes along the way.

But due to the professor's authority, they gave up their plans.

Neville became even braver and was the first to walk into the classroom.
“Witch!”

Accompanied by laughter like silver bells, Neville hurriedly left the classroom.

He forgot one thing. According to Percy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration were taught together with the sixth-year witches.

So, Neville was the second to last and entered the classroom before Professor Flitwick.

Entering the classroom, Harry and his friends immediately spotted Fleur in the crowd, as well as Ron, Harry, Diane, and Simmons beside her.

At second sight, Harry was attracted by a blonde girl.

She was fiddling with her hair with a sullen look on her face, and when she saw Harry looking at her, her eyes lit up.

(Draco's body stiffens.)
Harry's heart was moved again.

He began to doubt whether he was really loyal. Why did he fall in love with Ron and this girl as soon as he saw her?

(Ginny's teeth were about to break. She recognized Harry's expression and the identity of this witch - Draco Malfoy.)
The blonde girl stood up boldly, walked directly to Harry and held out her hand, "Can I know your name? I didn't think I would fall in love with any wizard."

Ron stood up, her eyes seemed to be bursting with anger, "Harry is my friend!"

The blonde girl didn't even blink, still staring at Harry.

Flitwick, who wanted to interrupt, discovered that the two girls were not acting out of lust, but from the heart.

Thinking that a wizard would be much safer with a girlfriend, he let the drama continue.

Harry stretched out his right hand and held the blonde girl's hand. His throat seemed to lose moisture instantly, and he said hoarsely, "Hello, I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

("Harry, you—" Ginny was about to faint.)
(Ron was shocked with a hint of jealousy that he himself was not aware of. "'I' is fine, but the rat-faced female version of Malfoy... Are witches so attractive to wizards? From this point of view, Neville is really amazing. He can maintain his self-will and keep his chastity. Even with Percy's help, it is still very, very amazing!")
The pale face of the blonde girl turned pink. "I am Draco Malfoy. I allow you to call me another name, Draco→Dracey. Draco sounds too boyish."

Harry's body stiffened.

He finally found the outline of Malfoy in the beautiful face so close to him.

He should have been disgusted and retracted his right hand.

But his right hand still couldn't help but tightly hold the hand that was as delicate as mutton-fat jade.

The corners of Draco's mouth curled up, and Harry's heart beat faster.

She looked at the other witches, "From now on, he is my boyfriend. If you don't want to offend me and Malfoy, stay away from him."

(Draco gasps, his face flushed, "This can't be me!")
"Of course," she raised their still tightly clasped hands like a winner and looked at Ron, "Ronalda Weasley (Ron's full name, Ronald→Ronalda, Ron's full name is Ronald, just like Ginny's full name is actually Ginevra, and there is also a middle name), you can get closer, after all, you are just a friend."

(Hermione frowned, "I don't understand why she would allow another girl to get close to her boyfriend.")
(Bajir speculated: "Perhaps because of the situation of the wizards in this world, she can't stay by Harry's side all the time. Let Harry have more people to protect? And Harry is silent, and hasn't agreed? Or maybe Malfoy and Harry in this world are also mortal enemies, and they want to insult Ron.")
Harry stood up with a bang, "Harry is Ron's boyfriend! Right, Ron!"

Angry and shy, Ron put her face in her hands and said in a muffled voice, "Yeah."

(Ron didn't realize that the corners of his mouth had curled up, and he stood up and explained: "This is another me. Don't get me wrong, I have a girlfriend.")
(In the auditorium, noticing the audience members’ grinning faces that were almost reaching their ears, “.”)
(Ginny looked blank and said dryly: "I believe you.")
"You can argue about who is Harry's girlfriend after class." Professor Flitwick finally spoke up.

Draco, Ron, and Harry finally remembered that they were in class and that the professor was there.

Draco let go of Harry's hand, covered his face and ran back to his seat.

Ron and Harry sat down, almost touching the table.

Harry also covered his face with his hands and found a place to sit down.

But he didn't seem to notice that the hand he used was his right hand. The cool smell that came into his nose made him take another deep breath.

Afraid of being discovered, he quickly withdrew his hand and looked in the direction of Draco.

But she was looking at him with tears of shame in her eyes. After noticing his gaze, she took a deep breath on the hand he had just held tightly in defiance.

Harry quickly broke off his gaze and glanced at Ron. He noticed that Ron had been looking down, and he breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

(The audience who saw all of this: “.”)
(End of this chapter)