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George closed the magical book in his hand and gave a humorous glance at the three people.
"That's really sorry, I quite like this bed, I don't want to give it up."
"You still seem unclear about the current situation?"
The three little wizards took a step forward simultaneously, their faces showing menacing expressions:
"You should know that although the school prohibits us from using magic to attack, it does not say that we cannot use our fists."
In their view, George was much smaller and weaker in height and physique than them, and on top of that, they were three of them while George was only one.
If George doesn't get the situation straight, they're not against giving him a lesson with their hands.
"As I understand it, the tradition of Slytherin is that the one who is better is the boss. If in the subsequent studies, you are better than me and have better grades, I am willing to give up my bed."
What do you think?"
George suggested with a smile.
He still wouldn't want to physically fight children if possible.
After all, he now also counts as a proper wizard.
A wizard's most important trait is elegance; rolling up one's sleeves to beat someone is something only a warrior would do.
"What is he saying? His implication is that as a half-blood, his future achievements will be better than the three of us pure-bloods, which is the funniest joke I've ever heard!"
The leading little wizard laughed heartily upon hearing this, and the other two little wizards joined in, laughing along with him.
"I order you right now to immediately take your luggage and that idiotic pet, and go to the bed in the very back, or else you will definitely regret it."
"Well, since you don't want to compare grades, I also slightly know some martial arts."
Seeing the three new roommates so lacking in self-awareness, George placed the magical book beside the bed and then stood up to stretch his limbs.
Without magic or abilities, just relying on pure physical strength, based on his current level, he could even beat the whole first-year wizard students to tears, let alone the three in front of him.
It wasn't that he had any high-level martial arts skills, but rather that his strength and speed were far superior to these little wizards.
"It seems you really need a lesson."
The three little wizards saw George stand up and didn't say anything more, they just pulled their wizard robes and rushed up to him.
Two minutes later, George gracefully sat back down, picked up the magical book, looked at it while saying:
"I advise you not to think about going to the teachers and prefects to complain. Otherwise, you three against one, and yet you got beaten up like this. If it gets out, your future seven years will be..."
"We know that you... don't get too confident. You're just a bit stronger, so why not compare our grades and magic in the future?"
The three little wizards, lying on the ground with black eyes and swollen faces, still with tear streaks, turned pale upon hearing this and stammered in reply.
Just a moment ago, they really did want to go find the teacher and report George, then let the teacher severely punish him. But now thinking about it, if they really did that, they might really become the joke of the entire school.
So they could only use the excuse of comparing grades to slightly recover their face.
"Just now, you all insisted on comparing with fists and feet, oh..."
George shook his head, and the faces of the three little wizards became even harder to look at. It was clear that they were very regretful.
The next morning, early in the morning.
While the three little wizards with black eyes and swollen faces were still sound asleep, George, who had already slept for seven hours, promptly opened his eyes.
After a simple wash, he went to the common room.
Because the prefect said when leaving yesterday that there would be a weekly timetable posted in the common room after 6:00 am in the morning.
It's 7:20 now, and the normal class time for the little wizards is 9:00 am, so most people have not woken up yet.
Only a few high-level wizards who were particularly dedicated to their studies were revising their lessons in the common room. They were probably fifth-year students, as they would be participating in the most important Wizard OWL examination this year.
"Just one class today?"
After finding the posted timetable, George discovered that on the first day of school, Slytherin first-year students had a magic history class at 2:00 pm in the afternoon, with the rest of the time being free.
However, looking at the schedule, it wasn't that easy every day. On Tuesday, there were two classes in transformation magic in the morning and one class in dark magic defense in the afternoon.
Wednesday morning, two classes in Herbology, and a rest in the afternoon.
On Thursday, in the morning there's transformation magic and dark magic defense, and in the afternoon, charm classes. In the evening, there's also one class in magic history.
On Friday, in the morning there are two classes in potion-making, and one class in herbology. In the evening, there's also one class in astronomy.
Additionally, there was a note that flying lessons would begin from the second week, scheduled for Thursday afternoon after charm classes.
And the timetable also listed the names of the colleges attending each class together.
Because the teaching staff is limited, and the number of students in each college is too small.
So in Hogwarts, it's usually two colleges attending the same class at the same time, with over twenty people in one classroom.
For classes like potion-making and flying, they have to be taken together with the Gryffindor first-year students.
Classes like charms and transformation are with the Hufflepuff students.
Herbology, magic history, dark magic defense, and astronomy are all with Ravenclaw.
The timetable also indicated the locations of the classrooms for each subject.
"Charms class is too few."
After committing the entire timetable to memory, George couldn't help but furrow his brow.
For George, the most important class among all was charms, as most of the principles of magic and basic spells were taught in that class.
However, the timetable only has one class of charms per week, just like the useless astronomy class.
But after thinking about it, it makes sense.
This is the first year, and there are still many children from non-magical families who have no knowledge of magic, so it's not necessary for them to master so many spells so quickly. Building a strong foundation is more important.
"I guess it's still up to me."
With courses of this intensity, they are too few for him to grasp more magic. To master more spells, he would need to spend more time studying on his own.
Fortunately, unlike Diagon Alley, studying at Hogwarts is much more efficient even if it's self-taught.
Because if there's anything you don't understand, you can ask the teachers at any time, or you can go to the library to access that vast collection of free magic books.
"Since there's a class only in the afternoon, let's take a good stroll in the morning."
George put down the book and began to explore the entire Hogwarts castle.
He will have to spend the next seven years here, so he must first make a point of exploring every nook and cranny of the castle. This way, he'll know his way around better in the future and won't get lost. Also, it's a good opportunity to familiarize himself with the classrooms where his classes will be held.
Leaving the Slytherin common room, he first went on a tour of the entire dungeon.
Don't underestimate the dungeon. The area under Hogwarts castle is very large, with many winding passages. Just taking a general look around took him nearly an hour.
The ship cabin, the dungeon storeroom, the room where ghosts often gather for their memorial day party, the potion-making classroom, the Slytherin headmaster's office, the fifth underground classroom, Hogwarts' kitchen and Hufflepuff dormitory.
The kitchen door was closed, and he could only hear the sound of house-elves using magic to make breakfast inside.
At the entrance of the Hufflepuff dormitory, there were a lot of wooden buckets that needed to be hit with a specific rhythm to enter, so he didn't go inside to visit either. Instead, he went up to the first floor lobby, where he was planning to eat some breakfast.
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