Ancient Magician (H.P various x Reader)

Chapter 5: Class?

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 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 5: 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠

"𝐼𝑓 𝐼 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝"

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Y/n, Harry, and Ron hurry down the Hogwarts corridors because they are late for their Transfiguration class. As they rush into the classroom, they notice a tabby cat sitting on a desk. Hermione, already seated, rolls her eyes at their tardiness.

"Phew, we made it. Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?"

Suddenly, the cat jumps off the desk and transforms into Professor McGonagall, appearing on-screen for the first time, leaving both boys awestruck.

"That was bloody brilliant."

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch, that way one of you might be on time."

I just watched the professor scold them while I stood there with them

"We got lost," Harry said

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats."

As the class continues, Professor McGonagall starts the lecture on the fundamentals of transfiguration. I took out my wand and followed along with the professor's instructions, but Ron seems to be struggling and keeps muttering to himself. I glanced at  Hermione as she rolls her eyes again and whispers something to Ron, which makes him roll his eyes back.

"Oh, Ron, you can't be serious," I teased in a hushed voice.

"Really? Prove it," he challenged.

"Ms. Grimblehawk, talking during my class is prohibited. You have earned yourself two hours of detention with Professor Snape," Professor McGonagall announced.

I let out a frustrated groan.

After the lecture, Professor McGonagall assigns an essay on the topic covered in class. Me, Harry, and Ron groan at the thought of having to write an essay, but Hermione eagerly takes out her quill and parchment to start writing. As the class ends, Professor McGonagall reminds them about the upcoming Quidditch match and encourages them to support their house teams.

In Snape's potions classroom later on, the students are seated next to steaming cauldrons, chatting amongst themselves. Suddenly, the door slams open, and Snape rushes in, making his presence known. Snape addresses his class: 

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. I don't anticipate that many of you will comprehend the intricate science and precise art of potion-making. However, for those few who do..." He looks at Y/n, who smiles in confusion.

Snape sees Harry, writing what Snape said in his lecture down, in, his view, not paying attention. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not...pay...attention.

Y/n nudges Harry, finally making him look up to the Professor. Snape then walks to where he can speak to Harry more properly.

"Mr. Potter. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? "

Hermione raises her hand. Harry shrugs.

"You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"