Hogwarts Class Notes Novels & Stories

William also received one paper and he did the same. "Woh!" I said amazed. This place was getting better and better...nearer to Hogwarts, but not quite. "Look, into your schedule. We don't have classes like normal mundane schools, so we only have about 3 to 4 classes every day." I nodded and looked into my schedule curiously. -------------------- Ist class: Phycology 2nd class: Time of Death 3rd class: Defence training (Do not attend until you are fully well) --Lunch--

" 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."

Professor Hyle said-" Now you must return to your class, and shall not discuss these things with anyone else." I nodded and left. When I reached my class I saw the class had already been started by Professor Mecoy I asked-" May I come in professor?" She looked at me and nodded-" Yes, Yes come in Miss. Macduff. Please find yourself a seat as we have already started the class. I found Jenny and Junnie had saved me a seat. I went to them and sat beside them. Jenny asked in a low whisper-" What happened?" I replied with a low tone-" Grandma came, principal Dunston and professor Hyle were also there, they said I should not use the Golden wand instead I should use a normal wand. They have hidden i

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

Ellie shrugged in reply. The class went by quickly, but somberly. The students that had died in the blast were from this class, the non-werewolf Introduction to Magic class, and their empty seats were stark against the rest of the filled seats. As the class filed out of the room, Ellie could hear a commotion in the courtyard between their buildings. There were werewolves converging around Professor Martin as he tried to answer all of their questions. "What's going on?" Ellie asked, whispering to Amanda.

There are posters advertising clubs and events, and I can't help but wonder what all of them entail. We make our way to my first class, and I'm reassured to see that it's a standard humanities class — History, English, and Philosophy. I take a deep breath and enter the room, trying to appear calm and collected. The teacher, a tall, regal-looking werewolf, greets us and introduces himself as Mr. Howl. He motions for us to take a seat, and I settle into a desk next to Lily. The rest of the class is a mix of supernatural beings, and I can feel my anxiety levels rising as I try to mask my nervousness.

He illustrated how these agreements influenced the hierarchy of magical species, cementing the respect among werewolves, witches, vampires, and others. Zoe listened intently, taking notes, her mind racing. The class felt as if it passed in moments, yet she was left with enough questions to ponder for days. When Professor Ealdwine dismissed the students, he shot her another curious glance, almost as if he could sense the power within her.

Classes rotated between them throughout the week. My eyes scanned the page slowly. A Day Advanced Herbology History of the Council Physical Defense B Day Advanced Potions Metallurgy First Flight My finger paused over the final line. First Flight. A small knot of nerves twisted in my stomach. But alongside it… Curiosity. Excitement, even. I folded the schedule again and set it carefully on the desk. The whispers would start soon. Of that I had no doubt. Both my half sibling and those from the coven had already seen the wings.

Zara’s POV If there was one thing I learned fast about Blackwood Academy, it was that no class ever felt… normal. Sure, we sat at desks and pretended to take notes. Sure, there were textbooks — though half of mine were already battered, their pages filled with diagrams of spells and creatures I barely understood. But the energy in the room? It’s like sitting on a live wire. This morning was no different. I walked into Enchanted Histories, already bracing myself. The classroom was massive, high ceilings with beams so ancient they looked like they might crumble at any second. Tall windows let in slants of weak morning light, casting long shadows across the stone floor.

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