After collecting the ancient magical powers he could obtain, Vizette arrived at the Great Hall.
This time, he channeled his power into the Eye of Magic.
Although the Eye of Magic is still in its early stages, it has gained a special ability—making the magic circuits of magical materials clear and visible.
As Vizette walked toward the Ravenclaw table, a wave of malicious whispers arose from the Slytherin table.
"I heard from Miss Parkinson that he is an Amnesiac? An extremely dangerous individual? He looks quite well-behaved and is good-looking."
"It's just a physical form. Find a Healer and use permanent transformation magic to change it! You can become whatever you want."
"I don't want to end up in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries; the risks of permanent shapeshifting magic are too great..."
"If this dangerous individual goes crazy in class, we should all be executed along with him! Why did Dumbledore even admit him?"
"This is too dangerous! I don't want to die. People like this should go to Azkaban and let the Dementors kiss them!"
"I think so too. Azkaban is where these dangerous elements should go!"
The Slytherins were talking loudly, as if they wanted everyone in the Great Hall to know that he was an Obscurial, a dangerous person.
Vizette simply laughed it off, without feeling any ripples in his heart.
In his previous life, he lived in an orphanage. At school, he also suffered various criticisms, exclusion, and even bullying because of his special status.
Therefore, before he entered Hogwarts, he was already mentally prepared to calmly face doubts and rumors.
To his surprise, it seemed that only the Slytherin long table cared about this matter.
The other three long tables didn't react much; their conversation focused on Harry Potter, the "Boy Who Lived."
A boy with a handsome nose and long black hair sat down next to Vizette. "So you were having breakfast in the auditorium after all."
"Chris told me that you were kidnapped by upperclassmen from Gryffindor, and I was about to report it to Prefect Penelope."
"Michael, you just think Prefect Penelope is pretty and want to talk to her," Chris, with his brown hair, said with a grin as he sat down opposite him.
"Good morning!" a blond boy asked. "Why is your book... so small? Is it a hardcover edition?"
"Good morning, Anthony!" Vizette replied. "This isn't a hardcover edition; I just copied down all the textbook content, and Luna helped me with the illustrations and cover."
"Good morning, Vizette!" Another brown-haired boy appeared, his brow furrowed as he asked, "Luna? Is she a girl?"
"Good morning, Terry." Vizette nodded. "Yes, she's my sister."
Chris Moon, Anthony Goldstein, Michael Corner, and Terry Boot—these four people speaking are all Vizette's roommates.
"How can she have such a considerate sister! My sister just cries all day long, sigh..." Terry said with a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Will your sister go to school in the future?" Chris asked, joining in.
"Definitely!" Vizette thought to himself. "We'll be able to meet next year."
Chris said enviously, "What a perfect life it is to have a sister who can draw for her brother!"
"His life is perfect, but what about us?" Michael sighed. "His first lesson is Potions!"
Snape's reputation is indeed bad; a group of freshmen, who have only just begun to experience Potions, are already showing signs of fear.
Nevertheless, they took their textbooks and headed to the Potions classroom.
The Potions classroom was quite unique, as spacious as a medieval monastery, yet also as dimly lit, with only a few torches providing illumination.
Before they even entered the classroom, a chilling atmosphere enveloped them.
The classroom is located on the basement level, with rows of tall shelves against the wall, filled with glass jars.
In the dim firelight, it was impossible to see what was inside these strangely smelling glass jars.
Terry approached the glass jars, then immediately took two steps back. "Hiss! These are animal specimens? Why are they all so strangely shaped?"
"They should be specimens of magical creatures." Vizette also came over to examine the specimens carefully. "Some of the transparent hairy monsters should be Demiguises, and the snakes that look like they have bird heads should be Cockatrice."
Luna really liked the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," which was also the first textbook she thoroughly studied.
In addition, the specimens are all well preserved, which allows him to easily identify the corresponding species.
What he took for granted opened the eyes of his roommates.
Terry clicked his tongue in amazement, "No wonder you're a hatstall... you know so much about it!"
"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them is so interesting that I watched it twice," Vizette said.
"It's not just that, is it?" Chris interjected. "I remember you just said that you copied the textbook?"
Michael scratched his head. "Really? How come I didn't know?"
Chris teased, "It would be strange if you noticed anything with all your mind on the pretty Prefect Penelope!"
The long tables in the classroom were battered and bruised, covered with marks of burning and corrosion.
The Ravenclaw students arrived early, but because of Snape's infamous reputation, none of them chose to sit near the podium.
Terry asked, "Vizette, aren't you going to sit in the back?"
Vizette shook his head. "The lighting here isn't very good. Just to be safe, we should get closer so we can see much better."
"Impressive!" Anthony exclaimed sincerely. "There's a reason why you can understand so much so quickly after the start of the semester!"
"Indeed!" Michael agreed. "To dare to confront Professor Snape requires not only exceptional intelligence but also extraordinary courage."
Vizette was somewhat amused and exasperated. "It's not that exaggerated, it's just for the convenience of studying. Besides, none of you have even spent any time with Professor Snape, so why are you already afraid of him?"
This Potions class was to be combined with Hufflepuff's, and the classroom was getting increasingly crowded.
However, no matter how many people came, they would choose a seat at the back, as far away from the podium as possible.
Even with five minutes left before class, no one dared to sit in the seat next to Vizette.
Just as the school bell was about to ring, the girl with two golden braids rushed over.
Apart from the tables and chairs under the podium, all the seats near her were occupied, so she had no choice but to sit next to Vizette.
It was Hannah Abbott, the girl who was the first to be sorted into houses.
She wiped the sweat from her cheeks, hurriedly arranged her textbooks, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Snape entered the classroom as the school bell rang, his black robe billowing as he floated in like a giant bat.
He stood on the podium, looking down at Hannah, whose face was flushed. "Hufflepuff...it seems that you only stop rushing around when you're in the Great Hall, isn't it?"
Hannah didn't answer; she just buried her head in her chest.
"Congratulations to Hufflepuff for winning first place..." Snape said coldly, "One point deducted!"
Hannah's face turned bright red, and her body trembled slightly, as if she was about to cry at any moment.
The other students fell silent, and the entire classroom seemed to freeze.
"Let's begin roll call." Snape said no more, his tone cold and curt. "Hannah Abbott!"
"Here...here!"
The roll call was very quick, and everyone remained vigilant, responding almost immediately when a name was called.
"That's right, there's only one fool today." Snape's tone softened slightly once he confirmed that everyone was present.
"If you are beginners and don't even have a sense of time, my advice is to leave here as quickly as possible to avoid harming yourself and others."
"Potionology is a precise and rigorous discipline; both destruction and rebirth are contained within a steaming cauldron."
"I don't really expect you to understand the allure of potions, or what they can truly bring you..."
"All you need to do is follow me exactly, just obediently imitate each step, and wealth, fame, and honor will be within your grasp."
There's a good reason why the students are afraid of Snape.
He was like a king, and the Potions classroom was his palace, where he could control everything, even the students' behavior.
After saying this, he didn't begin the formal lesson, but instead glanced at Vizette out of the corner of his eye.
"Mr. Lovegood, don't you have a textbook? Why did you bring a children's picture book to class? This isn't a drawing class."
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