Harry went to sleep in the Gfryffindor dorms, then travelled in the morning with the rest of the first years to the Great Hall.
During his meal, he was confronted by another Slytherin, a Daphne Greengrass. "Hey Harry, what title can I get. My parents over work our workers, monopolize industries, and undercut our suppliers and over sell to our vendors."
"That doesn't sound too bad."
"We make billions off of people, while paying them minimum wage or getting illegal migrants to do their jobs even cheaper. And then when we are done with them, we get them deported or fired."
"That sounds a bit excessive. I guess you could be a baroness."
Neville interrupted. "My parents were recently talking about your parents. They were talking about taxing excess money, like yours, and more labor laws."
Daphne winked at Harry before bowing slightly at Neville "I am just grateful that you and your nationalists don't treat me worse."
"Yeah, like collectivization of your property."
Daphne started laughing "and my workers are certainly grateful I don't treat them any worse", and walked back over to the Slytherin table.
"We should really start charging her more to go to Hogwarts" said Hermione.
"Maybe we could talk to our teachers about having the rich kids pay more to go to Hogwarts" added Ron.
Harry was interrupted by a Professor McGonagall, who was handing out schedules.
Harry picked up his, and looked over it. "We have transfiguration first, and then charms."
"None with the Slytherins, thankfully" said Hermione.
In transfiguration Professor McGonagall transformed herself from a cat into a human, much to the amazement of the class. "A key principle in transfiguration is that it is easier to transform from like to like. A mammal to another mammal. A piece of metal to another piece of the same metal. In this class, we will be transfiguring a twig into a toothpick.
Each of you should have a twig on your desk. And remember to use a loose wrist when casting the spells."
Harry and Ron practiced, while Hermione and Neville seemed to get better results.
By the end of the class only Harry and Hermione had transfigured a twig into a toothpick.
They soon hurried off to their next class, which was Charms.
"Welcome to Charms, I'm Professor Flitwick. Charms is about imbuing a habit into an object. Today we will focus on charming a seesaw to go up and down repeatedly until you decide to stop it."
Harry paired with Neville for this one. And soon they had gotten their seesaw to move up and down.
When that was done, and the class over, they left for the Great Hall for lunch. Defense against the dark arts was next.
After lunch, they arrived outside the classroom for DADA.
Filing in, they waited, and waited, until finally Professor Quirrell arrived. As soon as Professor Quirrell took his seat at the front of the class, Harry was affronted with a thick garlic smell and a headache.
For a flash of a moment, the basilosaurus broke from from the water in Harry's mind and lunged up towards the clouds, but could not make it. Harry was left shocked and a bit scared.
"T-t-t-t-o-da-y w-w-e w-ill b-e..." The constant stuttering of the professor caused Harry to blank out his monologue, and instead focus on the creeping sense of dread that was building up in him.
It looked like today's lesson was on feral pygmy cannibals, straight from the Hells. With large cleaver knifes, and small tribes that boiled travelers alive, they were found only in South America.
Reading the text on them, it was clear that they had a primitive society, where the leaders would eat the still beating heart of their victims alive. And if they had run out of foreign victims, some unlucky, unprotected tribesman would be chosen instead.
Harry was interrupted out of his reading by the basilosaurus "Professor Quirrell is hiding something. Befriend him, get closer."
But Harry had absolutely no intention of doing anything like that at all. The more Harry inched away from Professor Quirrell, the higher up in the clouds in his mind that he went, away from the ocean where the basilosaurus ruled.
No, one thing he had learnt about the basilosaurus, was that he gave terrible advice, or even worse, good advice but in a manner that made Harry think that it was terrible.
The basilosaurus only spewed hatred.
Neville budged Harry, and Harry refocused on the class. It was ending, and everyone was packing up their supplies. Following suit, Harry picked up his supplies and left for the Great Hall for supper.
In the Great Hall, outside the entrance, was a board filled with announcements. One announcement was attracting a large crowd of first years. It was the announcement for flying practice, which would take place in a few weeks time.
"I'm not so sure flying is a great idea for me" said Neville 'the last memory I have of flying is my uncle pushing me out of a window to test if I had any magic. I stopped my fall, but I have terrible flashbacks of it."
"That sounds horrible Neville" said Harry.
"Yeah, it was."
Harry was interrupted by Draco, who popped up behind him. "Should we have a meeting, of the aristocrats and the king?"
"Sure, at supper, we can walk over and talk during the feast" said Harry.
Later at the feast, Harry and Neville walked over to the Slytherin table.
"What should we talk about" said Pansy.
"Well maybe all the things your family has done wrong, so that I can stop it" said Neville.
They all laughed at that, except for Neville, who was serious.
"I'm not joking. Draco, your father was part of the Dark Lord's murder rampage that killed a ton of muggleborns. Your father then confiscated all their property and sold it for a huge profit. Me and the ministry, when I grow up, are going to break up your family's estate."
Draco stuck his nose up in the air "you'll never get a pound off of me."
Harry nudged Draco. Draco rolled his eyes "but I am grateful that you would not treat me worse."
"Yeah, your family should be locked up in chains."
The meeting went down a similar path, where Neville started to stand up for all the exploited victims of the aristocrats.
The feast soon ended, and they all left for their respective dorms.