Novel & Cerita Classes At Hogwarts

I can help roll the cooler around. No go, princess. I don't think you've hit that part of your training yet. I frowned. What do you mean by that? It's a magical, rolling refrigerator. Don't go borrowing tiring work before it comes to you. :P I laughed and headed down the corridor to my next class: Potioneering Basics class. The classroom was more a lecture hall than a potions lab, but there was a full potioneering set at the front of the class for demonstrations. I took a seat, relaxing as the scents of herbs and other ingredients hit me.

THE BLEEDING CLASSROOM ~TATE'S POV~ The training hall smelled of sage, chalk, and nervous sweat. We turned the old armory into a classroom. Fifteen desks were set up in a circle. On one side were fifteen excited humans, and on the other side were fifteen supernatural teachers, looking doubtful. "Welcome," I said, my voice echoing off the stone walls. "You are here because you want to understand magic. Not steal it. Not weaponize it. Understand it."

I shook my head, already feeling the familiar pressure of doubt trying to worm its way back in. A vampire? Cursed blood? Dreaming for decades? This place was going to drive me insane. I found the main hall—the building that looked like frozen lightning—and the registration process took less than five minutes. A stone gargoyle that was surprisingly chatty took my information, scanned the glowing scar on my palm, and spat out a welcome packet detailing my mandatory classes: Elemental Theory, Magical Combat, and Control Dynamics with a Professor Blackwood. I was stuffing the paper into my bag when the three girls materialized beside me.

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 24th, 1992, 1:25 PM Erik was now back to 'his' classroom and was sipping from a cup of black coffee that the house-elves had prepared. He had just arrived from the Great Hall. He had had lunch with his wives and had spoken to Susan about the two letters that they had received. The girls had also asked about how his classes had gone during the morning and he updated them.

he said cheerily, "behind me are the warlocks who would be taking you all on various subjects." Among the group of warlocks, Dea sighted three ice women. She presumed all warlocks were men. "Your classes are going to include the following; spell classes, potion classes, tracing and imaging classes, familiar training classes, defence classes, literary classes, enthrallment classes, curse classes and, elemental classes." When he was done, Sybil looked on to a class of wide eyed witches. "And," he said, "those are just your core classes." Mouths gaped open.

What's even more amazing is that seniors are able to use magic with just a glance. Class B is a class of aspiring witches who are able to read minds and control the minds of others. Class C is a class where witches learn teleportation with the ability to disappear. Finally, class D, Winky's class, a class that learns magic with magic wands and brooms, an early class that learns the basics of magic. Winky can't wait to move up to class C. He is a diligent student and never misses out. Even though he wasn't good at memorizing spells, he kept learning so he could move up the class quickly.

My eyes widened. This wasn’t just a school — it was a living marketplace of powers. I couldn't wait to explore every inch of this place. A guide in a neat black vest handed me a folded mood board. “Orientation map,” he explained quickly. “Classrooms are divided into wings by ability: combat, elemental, psychic, and spirit. You’ll find your schedule inside. Lockers are rune-protected — only yours will open at your touch.” “Thanks,” I murmured, still staring at the ceiling — which wasn’t a ceiling at all, but a shifting illusion of clouds rolling over a twilight sky.

Her black hair was tied in a bun, showing off her wrinkly forehead and penciled high-arching brows. Aside from the fact that it was her first time in the class, it was also her first-time seeing Mrs. Karias, so she was trying to observe her to have an idea of what she was like. Their potion classes were held in the Contours Testing Ground, the room where their test had taken place; however, unlike before, the room looked pretty pact. Ten long tables were lined in columns, facing a large whiteboard. Each of the tables had tubes of different sizes and other scientific apparatus that looked so boring in Z’s eyes. Even as a child, she hated this kind of class, so she merely used her title as the

“Yeah, Healing and Pack Politics.” “That’s nice.” “So how do the classes happen? How many hours and what comes first?” “Well, the classes are rotated for each day, take today for example, it seems you two have Healing and I’ve got Pack History, see you lovelies later.” She blew us a kiss and skipped off to her class. “Looks like it’s just you and me,” Sarah said turning to me “Well, lead the way; I have no idea where I’m supposed to go.” I said in reply “How’s healing class like?”