The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

Unlike Dolly's previous life, Hogwarts' curriculum wasn't filled with classes every day. Instead, each subject had only one or two short classes per week, similar to the schedule on a university campus.

However, don't think this kind of course arrangement is easy. If there are academic targets, it means that the teacher will teach a lot of content in one class, and ordinary students will have to rely on self-study to keep up with the progress.

This is why there are often scenes in the movie where all the young wizards are in the restaurant studying books or writing furiously with quill pens.

Because if they don't do it this way, they won't even qualify for a passing grade.

Self-study is obviously a very difficult thing for young wizards who are essentially in the first year of junior high school or even the fifth or sixth grade of elementary school.

Hermione, a Muggle-born wizard, and those young wizards born into mixed-race families who attend elementary school in the Muggle world.

At least I had some logic training and learning ability development from a young age, so I have the ability to learn independently.

However, children living in the magical world do not have institutions similar to primary schools to attend, and most rely on their parents' education. Some even have difficulty recognizing words when they enter Hogwarts.

This is probably one of the reasons why pure-blood wizards gradually came to an end, while half-blood wizards gradually became the mainstream.

Understanding these points makes it easier to see why Hogwarts' teaching quality is not high and why many wizards have very poor spellcasting skills.

It's not that the magic isn't strong enough, it's just that the personnel aren't skilled enough.

When will the wizarding world establish a Hogwarts preschool aimed at developing literacy and learning abilities? Only then will the level of British wizards see a leap forward.

Dolly and Hermione clearly belong to the category of Muggles who have a high level of logical cognition.

The two of them, tucked under the covers with only their faces showing, chatted about their fantasies about the course, until they could no longer keep their eyes open, by which time it was probably already past midnight.

Hermione had already fallen asleep without realizing it. Dolly yawned and said, "Crooked Hill, wake us up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning... no, nine o'clock at the latest."

"Otherwise, you'll be punished by not getting any cat treats tomorrow."

Crookshan, who was teasing Pu Rongrong, gave Dolly a resentful look, and finally could only nod humanely after Dolly closed her eyes.

It dared not disobey Dolly, even though its actual master was Hermione, Hermione would listen to Dolly anyway.

Just think of it as having two servants to take care of!

Under the moonlight, Crook Mountain proudly raised its tail.

The next day, Dolly woke up suffocating.

She reached for her face with both hands, trying to push away the person who had drowned her, but ended up grabbing Crookshan Fate by the back of the neck.

It turned out that Crookshanks had climbed all over her face, waking her up in that way.

Dolly was about to complain when she saw the clock in the room pointing to 9:30, and then she jumped up.

Although there were still several tens of minutes before class started, the two of them needed to wash up and eat, and Hogwarts was ridiculously large, so it would take some time to find a classroom.

He pulled Hermione straight out of bed and, amidst Hermione's complaints, said, "We're going to be late."

The next second Hermione jumped up as if she had been electrocuted, pulled down the bed curtains, changed her clothes in Speed ​​Force mode, and complained about why Dolly was so slow.

Then Hermione dragged Dolly all the way to the restaurant, but unfortunately, there was no longer any formal breakfast available at this time.

The two of them only got a little snack to fill their stomachs, and then they ran non-stop to the first greenhouse of Hogwarts, where they would have their first class, Herbalism.

The location of the first greenhouse was fairly obvious, since it was an open-air greenhouse environment, so the two of them found it directly without asking anyone for directions.

Just as the two entered, a short, plump witch walked in, wearing a kind and gentle smile.

"Good morning, children. I am your professor of herbalism, Pomona Sprout. You can call me Professor Sprout from now on."

"As you can see, herbalism is the study and care of all kinds of magical plants, and herbs are also essential raw materials for making potions and even a series of spells."

"Even if you don't work in this field in the future, you'll still need to buy potions. Graduating from here can at least prevent you from being scammed by con artists and losing your hard-earned Galleons."

After finishing his opening remarks, Sprout clapped his hands and said, "Now let me see if you are all wearing dragon skin protective gloves?"

After seeing everyone obediently show their gloves, Sprout smiled with satisfaction and said, "The plants we studied in first grade are all harmless."

"In other words, no matter how you treat them, they will not pose any threat to you."

"However, starting today, I still hope you will get used to the feeling of wearing dragon skin gloves. Good habits should start from the first day of school."

"Otherwise, when you're dealing with some dangerous plants, even a small mistake could cost you your life... So the question is, does anyone know which plants are extremely dangerous?"

Hermione, who was next to Dory, immediately raised her hand; this was the moment she had been waiting for.

“Very well, you are… Miss Granger, you answer.”

"For example, poisonous tentacles, mandrake, and aconite!"

"Perfect answer, Ravenclaw gets ten points!"

Sprout looked at Hermione with admiration, while Hermione smiled smugly and gestured with her chin toward Dolly.

Unlike Ron, Dolly didn't spoil Hermione's mood at this moment, but instead gently clapped for Hermione.

Hermione deserves praise and applause for doing the right thing.

As for the inexplicable feeling of humiliation, Dolly had already decided to focus on her grades; why would she compare herself to Hermione?

Next, Sprout asked a few more questions, but this time even though Hermione raised her hand, she gave the opportunity to someone else.

This is normal practice for a professor; it's impossible for them to let a student keep racking up grades.

Even so, Hermione added 20 points to Ravenclaw's score in just one class.

This scoring efficiency is terrifying. After all, even after Dumbledore gave the main characters extra points in the first book, Gryffindor only had 482 points.

At this speed, Hermione could take on several Gryffindors by herself!

Chapter 57, Part 3: Harry's Potions Class

Following this lesson, Sprout showed everyone the various plants in the first greenhouse.

Overall, Sprout was enthusiastic, and the students were filled with excitement and joy at learning about the new world. There was no doubt that the young wizards' first lesson was a great success.

However, Sprout then assigned everyone a homework assignment to summarize the herbal knowledge they had learned that day, which made everyone's smiles fade away.

The length requirement is one foot, which is much less than the three-foot work that will appear later.

Even so, even with wide spacing between the characters, it would still take eight hundred words to fill a foot.

This is undoubtedly a considerable challenge for an eleven-year-old wizard, especially since it is only one of the assignments.

After class, Dolly and Hermione returned to the restaurant to have lunch.

Dolly had just sat down when she saw Harry looking worried at the long table next to her and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? You guys have a lot of homework too?"

Dolly knew perfectly well what had happened to Harry on his first day of school; she was just there to see her brother make a fool of himself… no, to maintain their sibling bond.

Harry then looked at Dolly, a hint of resentment in his eyes, and said, "You're finally talking to me?"

"Isn't it because we don't have the chance? We're not in the same house, and besides, how could the famous Harry Potter lack friends?"

Harry didn't mind Dolly's teasing; after all, he was used to her punches and kicks.

Instead, he said directly, "The first class this morning is Transfiguration. We were late because Ron, Neville, and I got lost."

"Professor McGonagall can turn into a cat! She's really amazing. She even turned a desk into a pig and then made us turn matches into needles."

"But no one succeeded."

At this point, Harry glanced at Hermione, who was listening alongside Dolly, wondering if things would change if this clever girl were there.

"After that was Charms class, taught by Professor Flitwick. To be honest, his teaching was very good."

"But he's too short; he needs to stand on a huge stack of books to be taller than the podium, but that's not the most important thing."

Harry was a little embarrassed at this point.

"He said my name and then got so excited that he screamed and fell backward."

As a boy who survived a great ordeal, it's understandable that the students would talk about Harry, but why are the Ravenclaw professors even more agitated than the students?

Hermione's lips twitched, unable to believe that her headmaster would react this way. She couldn't help but make an excuse, saying, "Maybe he lost his footing and tripped?"

Harry shrugged and asked, "And you guys, what classes did you take?"

The group chatted as they waited for lunch, and Harry expressed his excitement for tomorrow's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

However, Dolly knew perfectly well that Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, was a Death Eater pretending to be a coward.

Voldemort was right on the back of his head, and Voldemort's mortal enemy was in class, so he wouldn't teach Harry any spells that could enhance his abilities.

At most, he would stammeringly recount his own adventures, and finally leave some book knowledge to Harry.

Dolly was much more looking forward to Potions than Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Both she and Harry had Potions class, but Harry's was the first period in the afternoon, while Dolly's was the second period, and she could rest before that.

(The course has been slightly adjusted as needed, but the impact is minimal; consider it a minor butterfly effect.)

I wonder what Harry's Potions class will be like this time without Hermione's help.

Soon, it was lunchtime.

After a simple lunch and a short rest at the table, Harry and the others leisurely made their way to the Potions classroom.

With Hermione gone, Ron and Neville, whom Harry was familiar with, naturally joined the trio.

In addition, the three of them were already in the same dormitory. Neville was the most timid of the three, and Ron felt very proud and confident in front of Neville. The three of them had a very harmonious relationship.

It wasn't until they saw Malfoy, who was arrogant and even sneered at them, that the three realized they were having the same class as the Slytherin students.

"Why is that guy still acting like this? Hasn't he learned his lesson?"

When Harry saw Malfoy, Ron scoffed and said, "Snape is their headmaster, I bet he gave him candy later."

"I feel sorry for you, Harry, you still have to clean the classroom for a month."

Harry felt a headache coming on when he heard that, but Neville said firmly, "Harry, I'll help you clean."

Seeing this, Ron, though somewhat reluctant, said, "Then I'll come too."

Harry then smiled happily, and it seemed that taking Snape's Potions class with Malfoy wasn't so unacceptable after all.

But Harry's smile soon faded.

The Potions classroom was in a basement of the castle, a place even colder and darker than the top of the tower.

Glass jars lined the walls of the classroom, their contents of preserved animal specimens sending shivers down the spines of the young wizards.