Hermione's lectures had always been terrifying. After all, she was the witch nicknamed "Little McGonagall."
As everyone knew, names could be wrong, but nicknames never were. That was an unshakeable truth.
Even Harley could only lower her head and listen obediently when Hermione lectured her, not daring to talk back at all.
The scene somehow gave off a wonderfully strange feeling—no matter how many achievements you attained in the world, you were still a child in front of your mother.
Thankfully, the first A History of Magic class was not far off, so Hermione did not remain in that state of mind for too long, sparing Harley quite a bit of "torment."
A History of Magic was still the same as in previous years, without any major changes. Of course, none of the young wizards had expected anything different.
Professor Binns still floated above the podium, recounting the Giants' Wars in his wheezing, drawn-out voice.
Hardly any students in the class were listening seriously. Most were either drowsing off or making little movements under their desks.
However, when it came to the following Potions class, the students' spirits were completely different.
Perhaps because they had caught up on some much-needed sleep earlier, the Gryffindor students were especially energetic.
Of course, the more important reason was that the professor teaching this subject had finally been replaced.
Merlin knew how badly Gryffindor's Little Lions had wanted Professor Snape gone!
As for the new professor... no matter how bad he was, could he really be worse than that old bat, Snape?
For the Little Lions who had been targeted for so long, they were already at the bottom of the valley. Any direction they went from here was upward.
The little snakes were not especially upset either. Professor Snape was still at