Hogwarts Class Notes Novels & Stories

Rowyn POV I should’ve known the last class of the day would be cursed. The second I walked into Spellcasting: Channeling & Control, I knew we were in for it. The classroom smelled like burnt sage and disappointment. And the moment the professor turned to face us, I damn near turned right back around.

She gave Elizabeth the last explanations: “The room where you stay is number 307. Now, unfortunately, I have to leave as the class of herbs and potions begins with the students of the upper grades. Johnny, are you showing her to her room, please?” “Yes, Miss Harmony.” “He stays on the same floor ... in room 326,” added the woman, after which she took her wand from the wide sleeve of the dress, where she used to keep it. “Now I'll leave. I have to hurry.” And turning the wand, the professor disappeared as if crawling under the earth after saying:

“Hermione, I am talking to you. Stand up! I stand to my feet uncertainly, citing the mocking glances from Ketura and her minions. Glinda simply looks away. When did the class become this full, how comes nobody even woke me up when the teacher walked into the class?! “I asked you a question, Miss Hermione Crofus.” Mrs. Natasha frowns, resting her left hand on her hip. "Uhmmm Mrs Natasha I … I..." I stutter, unsure of what to say. She raises her eyebrow questioningly "We are listening, Hermione...” Fleetly a werewolf student rushes to the class, interrupting the scene “Excuse me ma'am, we all have been summoned to the emergency hall!" He then makes a dash for the next class.

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.

Erik watched the boy, and as he was exiting the classroom, Erik turned and walked up to his desk. Arriving at it, Erik took a seat in his chair and started to take notes about what he had taught the second year students from Gryffindor and Slytherin. It was fifteen minutes later when he finished his notes and stored them together with the ones from the past classes in the desk's drawer. Erik then got up and walked out of the classroom, not forgetting to lock the door. Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 24th, 1992, 7:50 PM

By the time class was over, I had already filled out a couple of pages of notes and I was ready to tackle the next class. Introduction to Magic with Professor Ivy. This was an interesting class, and I came to find that it was mostly a class of witches and wizards with only a few shifters. Professor Ivy was a beautiful and vibrant professor with a smile that practically lit up the room. Like Professor Santina, she wrote her name, class, and textbooks on the whiteboard and I wrote them down, making a note to go to the school store to get these books.

Gives the Hogwarts vibes. To my right are a row of classroom doors, demarcated with a signboard on the top that indicates the class name. "Weapon Arts." Tessa looks at the sign on the door and then checks our routine sheet to make sure that we don't embarrass ourselves on the first day of our class. "This is it. Let's go." Tessa tells me and I follow her through the door to the interior of the classroom. My jaw drops instantly in awe of the interior architecture of the class. Forget that I ever said Hogwarts. This is spectacular!

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.

Reavers standing in front of the lecture hall with her arms across her chest. “N-nothing, Professor...” he replied sitting down. The rest of the class snickered. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he whispered at Seb with a red face. [I just did, didn’t I?] “Silence.” Prof. Reaver’s voice reverberated inside the lecture hall. The class fell silent at once. “This is Charms 301, Advance Charms, where you will be learning about Advance Arcane Symbols for seals and protection spells. I hope that this year would be better than the last, particularly regarding a certain trouble maker who thinks too highly of himself.”

I ignored it, setting my jaw and trying to focus on the task at hand. Professor Hawksley entered, her frail frame surprisingly commanding as she tapped her staff against the stone floor. “Good morning, class,” she squeaked, her voice carrying an edge of authority beneath the timid cadence. “Today, we will explore the intersection of magical theory and ancient leyline manipulation. Pay close attention—these concepts will form the foundation for your advanced studies.”