The only drawback is that only wizards of Dumbledore can guide him, which significantly increases the difficulty of his studies.
He decided to practice more as Flitwick suggested beforehand, and also to go to the library to look at the teaching materials on the Spell of Summoning Charm. He figured he didn't necessarily have to wait until fourth grade to start studying the material.
The textbooks are available in the library, but there aren't many and they're only for lower-grade students. If you don't have money to buy the book, you can borrow one from a teacher left by a previous student. In the original story, Harry obtained Snape's Advanced Potion-Making from the Potions Class's storage cabinet.
As for Dumbledore, let's wait until Flitwick gives his instructions and see how things go.
Herman walked down the corridor at a leisurely pace, his mind still replaying the content of the lesson he had just attended.
Since he had told Draco and Harry in advance, the two of them didn't wait for him and went to the Great Hall for dinner first.
The afternoon sun slanted in through the high window panes, cutting the stone slabs on the ground into patches of warm yellow light.
He put his wand back in the inside pocket of his school uniform, stood in the corridor for a while, and went over what Flitwick had just said in his mind again.
The differences between primal magic, instinctive spellcasting, Twin Casting, and the Flying Charm and the Summoning Charm.
There's a lot of content, but every single point is explained clearly.
Herman felt as if a corner of the mess in his mind had been cleared away; although it wasn't completely sorted out yet, at least it was no longer a fog.
He walked down the corridor toward the stairs, stopping briefly at the fork in the road.
When I got to the Great Hall, there wasn't much food left; it was mostly leftovers. I wasn't really hungry, so I figured I might as well strike while the iron was hot and practice some more.
He changed direction, turned into a less crowded corridor, passed several portraits of people dozing off, and finally stopped in front of the tapestry depicting Troll dancing ballet.
The corridor was empty, but the Troll in the portrait was still trying to spin around, once, twice, three times, its movements clumsy but earnest.
Herman stood in front of the tapestry, composed himself, and silently thought: I need a room where I can brew medicine and process materials.
Then he walked in front of the tapestry three times, following the method he had tried before.
When the third time was completed, a door appeared in the wall.
He pushed open the door and went inside. The room wasn't small, slightly larger than half the size of the Charms classroom.
Against the wall stood a long wooden table with several crucibles on it, some made of copper and some of iron, their rims polished to a shine and with some dried residue around the edges.
Several stirring rods lay on the corner of the table, a mixture of wood and glass, and one silver one, its surface oxidized and darkened.
Herman walked closer and examined the crucibles, then tapped the side of one of them. The sound was dull and solid; there were no cracks.
But after checking around, he quickly discovered a problem: there were no materials in the room.
There were no herbs, no powders, no bottles or jars, not even a bottle of water.
He had a whole set of cooking equipment, but nothing to put in it to cook.
He left the room, closed the door, stood in the hallway for a while, and then he probably figured it out.
It seems the Room of Requirement isn't a wish-granting machine that can conjure up anything you want. I guess it can't conjure things out of thin air; it can only conjure up items that already exist in the castle.
Those crucibles and stirring rods were probably abandoned in some corner by a student who had long since graduated, and were collected and placed here by this room.
But materials are different. Materials are finite; once they're used up, they're gone. So it makes sense that there's no stock in this room.
As Herman thought about this, a thought suddenly popped into his head: the original book mentioned a room full of clutter, which contained all sorts of things from over the years—things that students had lost, forgotten, or deliberately hidden.
Voldemort also coveted that room and placed his Ravenclaw's Diadem —Horcrux there.
Herman recalled the detail: the Diadem had been thrown into a hidden room created by the Room of Requirement, where it had remained untouched for many years.
A thought flashed through his mind: if he could find that room and search it, he might find something interesting; even if he didn't, there might be something fun inside.
But the thought came and went quickly. Voldemort's Horcrux couldn't possibly be without protection. Although Harry seemed to have touched one in the original story, maybe the Horcrux Horcrux it as one of its own kind, and that's why it didn't activate the defensive magic.
Since I'm not the main character, it's best to avoid it, but checking in and taking a look is fine.
However, we can't even gather all the ingredients for the Potions right now, and the risk of amputation hasn't passed yet, so it's best not to cause trouble for ourselves.
Herman snapped out of his reverie, walked back to the tapestry, and stood still, this time specifying his needs more concretely.
He silently thought to himself: I need to add some Potions equipment to my own room.
He went through the door three times, and it reappeared.
After pushing open the door, he found himself back in the room where he had practiced magic yesterday, but it was much larger than before, and there were some more things.
In the larger area, two long tables were placed side by side. One table held crucibles and stirring tools, while the other table, which was wider, had a flat and clean surface, as if it had just been wiped clean.
On the edge of the table rested a brass mortar and pestle, along with several old knives, their backs worn smooth but their blades still sharp.
A sink appeared in the corner, and water came out when the faucet was turned on. Although it had a slightly rusty smell, it was quickly rinsed off.
Herman inspected the crucibles.
The copper one has a small dent at the bottom but it doesn't affect its use; the iron one is slightly thicker and has slight rust on the walls.
He picked up the mortar and pestle and weighed them in his hand; they were made of brass and felt solidly heavy. The blades of the old knives were also in relatively good condition and should be sufficient for cutting things.
On the other side of the room were the same wooden mannequins, some holding weapons and some empty-handed, just like before.
Everything for training and medicine making is ready.
He placed the books he had brought on the table, stood in front of the wider workbench for a while, and then walked to the open space in the center of the room.
He thought for a moment, then took the playing card out of his pocket and placed it in his palm.
This time, instead of using the instinctive casting method, he directly used the Levitation Charm taught in class.
The wand was pointed, the spell was uttered, and the playing card floated steadily up to chest height at a stable angle.
He tried the Transfiguration again, making the edges of the card thinner and harder, and then, while maintaining both spellcasting states, he made the transformed card draw a complete circle in the air.
The card flew faster than usual, its edges gleaming with a thin layer of silver light. As it streaked through the air, it left a long, thin afterimage, circling around and around before finally landing steadily in his outstretched palm.