Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

What surprised Ryan was that the cat's eyes were not only vertical, but also a bright, flame-like golden red.

This made Ryan sigh, what a beautiful cat.

"Who brought the pet cat?"

Ryan thought so.

But in just a blink of an eye, Ryan saw the cat jump off the statue.

Its figure quickly dived into the grass and disappeared - Ryan took a quick look at the direction it left, which was the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

"Oh, I hope it doesn't actually make it into the Forbidden Forest... otherwise its owner might get a headache."

Ryan muttered to himself, retracted his wand, and walked back into the castle.

Chapter 27: Can you listen to Professor Binns's lecture without falling asleep? You are this (thumbs up)!

In the next two days, Ryan began to gradually adapt to the long-lost college life.

He did not choose to go out at night again. Instead, after finishing his normal classes every day, he returned to the dormitory to think about his next plan.

"Magic power will naturally increase as the body grows, but it's too slow... Is there no way to increase magic power quickly?"

"And where are the things the teachers left behind?"

While constantly thinking, Ryan did not fall behind in his studies.

During these two days, he attended two Charms classes, one Astronomy class, two Herbology classes, one Transfiguration class, one History of Magic class and one Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

And just as he positioned himself, Ryan quickly demonstrated his talent as a 'genius'.

In the Charms class, even Professor Flitwick, who had been mentally prepared for Ryan's excellence, still excitedly praised his talent for spells after seeing the bright, almost blinding light at the tip of Ryan's wand.

"Perfect magical control, impeccable 'lumos'—Ravenclaw gets ten points for this!"

Like Professor McGonagall, Ryan's special identity allowed Professor Flitwick to reasonably give extra points to his own college.

In the history of magic course, Ryan's performance refreshed the young wizards' cognition.

The professor of History of Magic is Professor Binns - a ghost.

It is said that when the professor woke up from a sleep and went to class, he heard the screams of his students. At that time, he no longer had a body.

So Hogwarts had a unique ghost professor.

Corresponding to his unique identity, his courses are also known for their unique boredom.

The monotonous and low tone carries the unique sense of confusion of a ghost, and the narration of the history of magic without any emotion can be described as a wand-less and spell-less version of "fainting on the ground".

"Perhaps the only reason Professor Binns has been able to stay at Hogwarts so long is because he doesn't need a salary."

"How can you listen to Professor Binns's class without falling asleep? You are like this (thumbs-up)!"

This is the common feeling of the young wizards. Professor Binns' class has become a dream class for most of the young wizards - because they are really dreaming most of the time.

But in this history of magic class, the young wizards were surprised to find...

"Professor Binns, you said that according to legend, Hengis of Woodcroft met the Big Four before he founded Hogsmeade and obtained the title deeds to his land from them. Is there any supporting evidence for this?"

"And Gryffindor slew the giant Morholt with his sword... You mentioned that this happened in 1094 AD, which means Gryffindor was still alive at that time... Oh, I'm not sure - is this unofficial history?"

"Perhaps Queen Maeve and Slytherin had offspring? Is that true? Tell me more!"

The young wizards were surprised to find that Ryan was not only able to fully understand Professor Binns's lessons, but even showed great interest in them.

Especially when it comes to Salazar Slytherin's private life, he seems to care more about it than a real Slytherin!

He also showed an astonishing understanding of the Middle Ages, that is, the events before and after the founding of Hogwarts.

Not only could he keenly point out some of the details of the medieval magical world in Professor Binns's words, but he was also familiar with many of the customs of the time.

"I've seen relevant records in the family vault. Professor, what you said here is problematic..."

So the little wizards were able to see that the lifeless Professor Binns seemed to have even his soul a little blurred.

Since his death, he has never met such a student.

This made the old professor feel confused and panicked.

So throughout the class, the little wizards who had trouble sleeping could hear Professor Binns' slightly fragile "Oh, maybe I remembered it wrongly."

They even felt that the old professor seemed to have become more lively - although it was a pitiful kind of liveliness.

And after persecuting Professor Binns.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Ryan personally confirmed that what the twins told him at the opening dinner was absolutely true.

The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Quirinus Quirrell, was a disaster.

He stuttered and seemed to have a dull and weak personality. When he taught, he almost just read from the textbook - even his voice was as low as a mosquito's.

What was even more unbearable was the pungent smell of garlic on his body, which he said was used to deal with vampires.

But this made Ryan feel that he had no professionalism at all - because outstanding wizards would know that garlic actually has no inhibitory effect on vampires, it's just that vampires don't like the taste.

The situation of Defense Against the Dark Arts also made Ryan once again doubt the value of the Dark Lord.

He suspected that the reason why the other party became the so-called Dark Lord was simply because contemporary wizards had learned so poorly in defense against the dark arts!

Later, in another Transfiguration class on Thursday afternoon, Ryan encountered a small crisis.

After successfully transforming a button into a beetle, he saw Professor McGonagall approaching.

The vice-president first praised his transfiguration skills, and then hesitantly asked him again about the so-called "magic book" in his vault.

"I went to the library to look up information, but I couldn't find anything relevant. I mean, it might be nice if I could make a copy of that book and put it in the library..."

Professor McGonagall's words were a little reserved due to her usual seriousness towards her students.

Ryan decisively pretended not to understand Professor McGonagall's meaning again, and fled after the Transfiguration class.

During this college life, Ryan's reputation as a genius became more and more famous.

Many young wizards believe that Ryan may be the best young wizard in Hogwarts this year... or even in the past few years.

"He's a genius in every aspect. Did you see him cast a spell in Charms class? Professor Flitwick was so excited that he fell off his bench... Of course, he had already fallen off once at the beginning of the class because of Harry."

"Didn't you see how Professor McGonagall looked before? My brother said that he had never seen Professor McGonagall look so friendly in the three years he was at school."

"Maybe he will be the next Dumbledore..."

"Oh, man, that's going a bit too far—that's Dumbledore!"

"Yes, and didn't he do anything outstanding in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"Were you bitten by a troll? With Professor Quirrell's appearance, who can perform well? Don't you know that when they were sorted, Malfoy from Slytherin was given a chance by Ryan..."

Such discussions have been frequently discussed among young wizards recently.

Some of the young wizards were somewhat dissatisfied with Ryan's outstanding performance, but most of them were full of admiration.

Ron Weasley was clearly envious.

"Ryan, I wish I could perform like you."

He walked with Harry and Hermione and said to Ryan in front of him.

"Oh, Ron - I thought you'd been catching up on some sleep during Professor Binns' lecture."

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron.

Even a top scorer like her felt powerless when facing Ryan. As for Ron... he had been dozing off in class much more than he was awake these days.

But Ron was very unconvinced and argued to Hermione that he was just a little tired recently.

"A lot of young wizards are like that, even the older ones – when I saw Fred and George the day before yesterday, they looked terribly tired too."

He was full of confidence and felt that he could definitely perform well in today's flying class.

"My childhood dream was to become a member of the Charlie Cannons. Today may be the first step towards my dream..."

Having said this, even Harry looked at his good brother speechlessly.

He also wanted to be as confident as Ron.

But at this moment, Hermione noticed Ryan walking in front with Seamus and Neville.

The latter's expression was very serious at the moment, as if he was about to go to the battlefield.

This made Hermione feel very confused - it was the first time she saw Ryan so cautious.

But soon...

In the next flight lesson, she found out the reason for Ryan's attitude.

Chapter 28 I am not good at flying, but I am very good at landing

After walking down the stairs, the little wizards of Gryffindor came to a vast lawn.

The Slytherin wizards were already waiting on the lawn; Gryffindor was taking flying lessons with them.

Ryan saw several familiar faces at first glance.

Draco Malfoy, and his two followers... Ryan remembered that their names seemed to be Goyle and Crabbe - at this moment, they were looking at him with eyes full of hatred and disgust.

In fact, most of the young Slytherin wizards didn't look at him in a friendly way.

The only exception was Pansy Parkinson.

She was standing at the outermost edge of the team away from Marco, with her head lowered, her black hair draped over her ears.

The flying instructor, Mrs. Rolanda Hooch, was already standing there, with many brooms placed on the lawn in front of her.

"This is your first flying lesson. Each freshman will choose a broom and stand to the left of it!"

She called out, guiding the students to their brooms.

"Next, extend your right hand toward the broom and say with me—Get up!"

She opened her right hand, whispered something, and then the broom flew directly into her hand.

"Get up!"

Many young wizards followed suit.