During breakfast, Minerva Mcgonagall distributed our course schedules to us. To be honest, young Mcgonagall was quite hot. She had already been at Hogwarts for several years and was teaching transfiguration lessons to all the lower classes. Professor Dumbledore took Owl and Newt classes, and sometimes taught lower grades. But Professor Mcgonagall was generally the one attending the classes of the lower grades, including us. While reviewing the syllabus, our first lesson was potions with Professor Slughorn. I had a hard time keeping myself from moaning for a moment. In the past, Hagrid was pretty bad at this lesson thanks to his clumsiness, but the worst part about it was that we were taking the lesson with the Slytherins. Blood purity theory was on the rise during this period. I am my main target because I am a hybrid. I didn't do much work in the field of potions during the summer due to lack of materials. Also, another thing I noticed this year was the decrease in lesson hours. In the past, we had approximately 3 hours of lessons per week in every subject, even if it varied from subject to subject. But the longest lesson this year was potions, which was 2 hours, which made sense considering the amount of time it takes to prepare a potion. I think starting from this year, the professors wanted us to spend more time on individual studies. Potions class would start in an hour. After slowly finishing my breakfast, I left the large hall to go to class. I put all my books in the pocket size that I turned into a bag the day before. That's why I headed straight to the potions classroom before climbing the Gryffindor tower again. Unlike Snape, Professor Slughorn did not give his lessons in the dungeons, but in a more airy classroom on the 3rd floor. When I came to the classroom, I saw that no one had arrived before me, so I chose a seat in the back row and sat down. While I was examining the potions book I took out of my bag, the classroom was slowly filling up. The class was almost completely full. But still no one sat next to me. This didn't affect me much, having an adult mentality, but in the past Hagrid had been quite upset by this exclusion as a little boy. A few minutes later, Professor Slughorn entered the classroom through the door behind the staff desk. As soon as the professor entered, all conversations immediately stopped. No matter what Slughorn was called in the books, he knew how to teach and keep the class under control. After taking attendance, he continued to look around the classroom for a while. Then he cleared his throat and started speaking.
Rubeus Hagrid: Grand Druid
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