The Detestable Malfoy
After lunch, it was almost 1 p. m., and the Herbology was about to begin.
The Herbology was held in the greenhouse outside the castle. Ryan and his group walked through the vegetable garden and soon arrived outside the greenhouse.
In Herbology, Ravenclaw take classes with Slytherin.
When they were far away, Malfoy, who had just been playing around with his henchmen Goyle and Crabbe, immediately stopped what he was doing, pretended to straighten his robes, and stared in Harry's direction.
"Hello, Potter!" Malfoy greeted him.
"I'm glad you didn't become a foolish Gryffindor. As Ravenclaw, you must already understand who is more qualified to be your friend." Malfoy slowly walked in, speaking in a slow, drawn-out tone.
In the words of Jinjiang Literature City's female-oriented fiction, it's called an aristocratic aria. Ryan couldn't appreciate this tone at all; it only made people feel annoyed, rude, and condescending.
Harry, of course, didn't like it either.
"Shut up, Draco Malfoy!"
"Get out of here with your ridiculous name!" Ron rushed out from the side and taunted.
If you are very handsome, like the author, and someone tells you you're ugly, you'll probably just laugh it off. People often get angry because their sore spots are touched.
Draco's name is precisely this sore point; it's actually an uncommon name. "Draco" means "Draco" in English, conforming to the tradition of Dark Wizard families naming their children after constellations. "Malfoy," on the other hand, comes from the French "mal foi" or "mal foy," meaning Honesty or unfaithful, and its pronunciation is similar to the English word for deformed.
It's like when you just meet someone and they immediately say to you, "Hello, I'm a deformed dragon."
Draco understood this perfectly well. His pale cheeks flushed slightly, and he spoke more slowly, "Oh, isn't this Weasley, who has too many children to raise?"
"Let me see, even your wand is old. What new do you have?"
"A gold card?" Malfoy asked, feigning surprise. "Didn't you get that by sheer luck? I bet you've used up all the good luck you've ever had in your entire life!"
"Going against me means the beginning of your misfortune, Crabbe, Goyle, go!"
Then, "Excuse me, children, what's going on here?" said a kind, short, stout witch with a patched hat over her flowing hair and dirt on her clothes and nails.
"Oh, no—oh—Professor." He returned with a barely perceptible sarcasm, glancing at the patch on the witch's hat and the dirt all over her body.
Then he grinned at Crabbe and Goyle for a while before retreating back into the Slytherin quarters.
"Oh, he's really annoying. Did you notice the look in his eyes?" Terry Boot chimed in from the side.
"I really regret meeting him in the first place. He's just as annoying as Dudley," Harry said dejectedly.
"Hey bro, you forgot? You should say he's like Darth Vader (Gian)," Ron said with a laugh, putting his arm around Harry and walking towards the witch who was probably the professor. She was gesturing to Ryan and his group, signaling them to come over.
As Ryan and the others approached, Malfoy, standing in the crowd on the other side, gave Ron another sinister look.
"Alright, everyone, I'm your Herbology professor, Pomona Sprout."
"Here, I will teach you about some dangerous and amazing plants, how to grow them and deal with them, and what they are used for."
"This course will be the one you use the most after you graduate."
"In my class, please follow my instructions so that you will not get hurt or even lose your life," Professor Sprout emphasized.
In this class, Ryan and his friends learned alongside the Slytherin and planted Dittany, a magical plant that can be used to make Potions and also has strong healing properties.
However, there was one thing Ryan was very satisfied with: the 30-minute break between classes. This would have been unimaginable in Potions Class or Transfiguration.
Time quickly came to 3 o'clock. Two hours had passed, and even though Ryan and his group were wearing Dragonhide Gloves, everyone except Ryan looked dusty and grimy.
No young wizards used the Scourgify to cleanse themselves; such magic was a bit too much for first-year students. Plus, everyone wanted to get to the washroom as soon as possible for a good shower. Even if someone knew how, they probably wouldn't use it. Staying in the group was also an important thing.
As for Ryan, almost no one else noticed him, and there was no need for them to care about him.
"Dirty thing!"
"It's filthy everywhere, a complete mess! I've had enough!" This caused Filch to glare at them angrily, his eyes bulging in a frightening way, and the flesh on his double chin trembling.
Several first-year students passing by took out their wands and cast spells on the soiled ground, trying to clean it up. However, Filch felt insulted and angrily ordered the students who cast the spells to come with him and be punished, saying that magic could not be used in the corridor.
"He's a weirdo, isn't he?" Ron remarked.
Time was tight; the Transfiguration was from 3:30 PM to 5:30 PM. After a quick wash, Ryan and the others went to the first floor, to the Transfiguration classroom.
Then, Professor McGonagall tried to intimidate Ryan, but to his great disappointment, she didn't turn into a cat like in the movie, sit on the podium, and then suddenly revert to her original form.
"Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous spell you will learn in Hogwarts."
"Anyone who misbehaves in my class will be asked to leave and never be allowed to come back. I'm warning you."
Then, she turned her lectern into a pig, and then back into a pig.
Then, almost all the students were immediately drawn to this magical scene and excitedly wanted to draw their wands and conjure something.
However, for the next hour, no one needed to use their wands. Professor McGonagall had everyone take out their quills, dip them in ink, and write down a great deal of complex and difficult notes.
Around 4:30 p. m., Professor McGonagall gave each student a match and asked them to try to turn the match into a needle based on what they had just learned.
Without the presence of the Explosion King Seamus, there were no more sudden explosions in the classroom, but it also became relatively more uneventful.
Bored, Ryan grabbed Hermione's hand again and continued to give her pointers. Finally, as class was about to end, Hermione's matchstick turned into a needle.
"Very good! Ms. Granger, you've completed the Transfiguration in the first lesson. Ravenclaw 5 points!" Professor McGonagall said, pursing her lips.
Ron happily led the applause, while Lisa Turpin, with brown hair Hermione the secret.
Finally, it was 5:30, and the day's classes came to an end. Professor McGonagall assigned all students except Hermione a 10-inch essay as homework.
Hermione almost raised her hand to ask to do her homework, but Ryan stopped her.
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