Harry Potter Class Timetable Novels & Stories

The hallways were massive and simmering with magic as the building itself. Wheew. I wondered if I would ever learn magic. Laura had mentioned that the last time she had bothered to check, magic classes were held every Wednesday and Fridays. For newbies though. It seemed to be different from the pros. Every day, she had pointed out. Wednesdays and Fridays. I could do that. Six minutes, and a couple of seconds later, I was in front of the Principal’s office. And through my walk here, I hadn’t gotten any hellos or seen any familiar faces; just the stares, the blank stares, like I had just dropped in from another planet.

Then his lips stretched into a small, knowing smile “I remember you,” My stomach dropped. It suddenly felt like he was answering the question I’d asked him in our first class, before he’d slashed my wrists. Ohh god. What was he playing at?? “You two must be heading in the same direction then,” Mrs Patricia said cheerfully. Pin drop silence filled the room as I stared wide eyed between them both. “What?” “Did you not get the email I sent out yesterday?” he asked, stepping away from the shelves. “The class schedule was changed. I now have you on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

“So, what’s your first class this morning?” Dorin asked Seb as they made their way out of the SCS room that Wednesday morning. [I have Herbology with Prof. Dimitrio, then Advance Charms in the afternoon, with Prof. Raevers] Seb replied on his slate. [We will be starting with advance arcane symbols today.] “Oh, can I sit in on your class?!” Dorin asked wide-eyed. “Idiot, we have our Elemental Weapon class with Maj. Gen. Muller today!” Johan reminded him.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Opening one of them would feel as if I am accepting the invitation, no the demand, to attend here. I'm here physically. Doesn't mean my heart or mind is. And my aunt hadn't even packed one book! She must have been so upset to forget to toss any in with my clothes. I stare down at the cold soup on a tray next to the list of tomorrow's classes. 8-9: Magical History 9-10: Magical Theory 10-11: Spells and Hexes 11-11:30: Lunch 11:30-12:15: Gym 12:20-1: Potions

I snapped. They quickly turned away and picked up their pace. “That’s pig’s blood. I can tell.” Celeste tapped her nose and sighed when I peered down at the mess. “Come. Let’s get this cleaned up. And then we can plot what we are going to do to that wicked witch.” *** My first lesson with Humphrey took place at midnight. When one of the teachers passed me the timetable of my lessons with the headmistress, I thought they made a mistake when they had it printed.

" Me." " Yes, you are a witch. You will be having magic spells class and magic portion class. In spells class, you will be learning to learn more spells and how to improve yours and will even have duals with other students. Sometimes, they will have injuries but you are a confident girl so I guess you can manage it. Then in portions class, you will be practically creating portions, and marks will be given according to your performance and result in creating the portion perfectly in time."

I ask, yawning as I walk towards and climb the bed. I move up behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso and resting the side of my face against his back. “Not really, I’m just going through the files that are gonna be used for the Board meeting tomorrow. You should head to sleep already. You’re tired”. I pout. “I don’t want to,” I whine and move to ask promptly, “What time is your meeting?” “11 a.m. You’ve got classes tomorrow”. “It’s an afternoon class. 2 to 4 and that’s it. I’ll drop by at the Kindergarten next tomorrow…” I yawn longer this time and Henry turns around, setting the files aside and persuading me to lie down.

"Here are your weekly schedules. The names of your instructors and room numbers are there, as well as the number of your lockers." I took the paper with my name (although it was missing my second name) and scanned the contents. Apparently, today was only for Orientations on each class, introductions of professors and students, and knowing where our subjects would take place. Then, I saw the time of the classes and frowned. “Hold up,” I looked at the crown prince, “the earliest class starts at 7:30 in the morning, and the latest ends at eighth in the evening?”

I insisted. "It's fine. My class is at 10 am. Let's go." Harry said pulling me up the stairs. I just smiled. "I'll just get something in my," Harry said coming to the front of my room. "All right, I'll just take my stuff too," I said heading to my room and enter to get my bag. I was about to pick up my bag when there was a knock on the door. "It's me, Vaz. May I come in?" Vaz said outside.