After an utterly ordinary Sunday, Monday—the first official day of classes—arrived.
Early morning.
The Great Hall on the first floor.
After quickly finishing breakfast, the three of them hurried out of the Great Hall.
Once outside, Cypher energetically began warming up.
He planned to take a walk by the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
However, after only a few steps, someone tugged at the corner of his robes.
"Cypher, today is Monday. We have Professor Dumbledore's Transfiguration Class this morning!"
Cypher smacked his forehead. He had forgotten.
No wonder a whole crowd had gathered around the noticeboard last night.
Cypher began reflecting on whether he should make more friends his own age.
At school, apart from Iris and Luna, he surprisingly had no one else he could talk to.
While he was reflecting, the three of them arrived outside the Transfiguration Class classroom on the first floor.
Since it was on the first floor, many first-years felt they could save time after breakfast by not having to hurry across the castle.
Thus, the three of them were the first to arrive in the classroom.
The classroom was empty.
The two girls stopped Cypher when he tried to find an inconspicuous seat in the back.
The three of them claimed the first-row seats directly in front of the lectern.
"Sit wherever you like. Classroom seats at Hogwarts are first come, first served!"
When Cypher asked whether there would be a seating chart.
Iris, who was familiar with Hogwarts' teaching system, answered with a smile.
Hearing that, Cypher was relieved.
Not long after the three of them began flipping through their textbooks and taking notes.
A tall figure pushed open the door and entered.
"Professor Dumbledore! Good morning!"
The three of them looked up and greeted him in unison.
The enthusiastic greeting made the man, still in his prime, pause in surprise.
Then, he smiled and replied.
"Good morning, children!"
Strangely enough, Cypher did not dislike Dumbledore calling him a child.
Perhaps because, in this life, he truly was an infant babbling his first words in the Magical World.
Seeing the many marks Cypher had made in his textbook.
Dumbledore needed only one glance to know where Cypher's problems lay.
Although he would explain those issues during class shortly.
Dumbledore still chose to ask.
"Cypher, after reading the textbook, are there many things you don't understand?"
"There are quite a few things I don't understand very well. I think once Professor explains them, I'll understand after trying them out a few times."
Cypher thought about his progress over the past few days before answering.
"So, you don't want to sit here?"
"A little, Professor. Sitting here draws too much attention."
Unexpectedly, Dumbledore frowned after hearing Cypher's answer.
He had witnessed far too many wizards stray down the wrong path while learning magic because of arrogance.
Cypher was already showing signs of it.
So, he rebuked him without reservation.
"Cypher, do you know that your way of thinking is dangerous? The path of learning magic is filled with danger. Only by being humble and cautious can you go farther. Do you understand?"
Have I really been getting carried away?
Cypher jolted upright and began reflecting on himself.
Ever since arriving in the Magical World, although he had known nothing, he had relied on his experiences from his previous life and his mature mindset, acting far too freely and carelessly.
One had to control power, rather than let power control one's life.
Without an extraordinary power system, he had never understood those words deeply enough.
But now, Cypher had awakened to their meaning.
"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore."
"My smooth life has made me arrogant."
Seeing Cypher's sincere attitude.
Dumbledore smiled and nodded, accepting Cypher's thanks as he said with feeling.
"Cypher, I knew you were intelligent the first time we met. Fortunately, today I discovered that you are also willing to listen to others' advice. And you can summarize things after careful thought."
"One day, you will reach my current heights!"
Cypher hurriedly waved his hands and modestly said that he still had a long way to go.
He did not say that he could not do it. Cypher remained very confident in his future.
"One final reminder. I am only a professor, and I am usually very busy. You can make more friends your own age and become part of their lives. That way, your heart will not change so easily."
Dumbledore smiled and gestured for Cypher to look beside him.
Cypher did not need to look around to understand what Dumbledore meant.
"I'll be in my office this Saturday. If you need anything, you can come find me."
Dumbledore hastily ended the conversation.
Just as he finished speaking, small groups of first-years began entering the classroom together.
Cypher understood. This was not the place to talk.
"Everyone, just find an empty seat. Our class is about to begin..."
Professor Dumbledore's voice from the lectern continued drifting into Cypher's ears.
At last, Cypher's ears grew quiet.
He looked up and saw that the classroom doors had already been closed.
Turning around, he saw the classroom packed with young wizards.
Judging by their insignias, it seemed that all the first-years from the four houses had come.
There had to be hundreds of them, right?
That could not be right. There had clearly only been a few dozen people at the Sorting Ceremony.
Iris and Luna should know why. He would ask them after class.
As Cypher's mind continued reeling in surprise.
Dumbledore stood at the lectern and sighed to himself.
The wizards selected by the Sorting Ceremony were all outstanding talents, one in a hundred.
There were especially many exceptional students this year.
Dumbledore was deeply worried.
An era in which geniuses gathered was often also an era when trouble never ceased.
Of course, Dumbledore was not particularly afraid of trouble. On the contrary, it excited him.
What truly gave Dumbledore a headache was the great divide between the four houses.
One could even say that if Hogwarts had enough teachers, it would be four separate schools.
Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff had fairly good relationships with the other three houses.
Gryffindor and Slytherin, however, were completely incompatible.
Just look at their seating.
Gryffindor was on the left, while Slytherin was on the right.
However, there were more Slytherin students.
There was even a Slytherin student sitting behind Cypher.
What was his name again? Black? Sirius's uncle? Or his father?
After Cypher finished looking around, he happened to see Dumbledore sigh softly.
Cypher somewhat understood Dumbledore's feelings.
War was approaching, and the school should have been united.
But judging by the situation, things were far from ideal.
Dumbledore had graduated from Gryffindor, but he had never held any prejudice against Slytherin students.
Nor did he want the conflict between Slytherin and Gryffindor from a thousand years ago to affect friendships between young wizards.
However, reconciling the two houses would be a long and difficult task, and Dumbledore could not think of a good solution for the moment.
Pushing aside those scattered thoughts.
Dumbledore opened the roll book and began calling attendance.
After reading the final name and confirming that every first-year was seated in this classroom, he nodded in satisfaction.
Clearing his throat, he began the lesson.
"I am very pleased to stand here and meet all of you. My name is Albus Dumbledore. As you all know, I am your Transfiguration professor."
"This is your first class at Hogwarts."
"And it will be a class that leaves a deep impression in your memories!"
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