RIP Robbie Coltrane (1950-2022)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter
John and Isaac headed to classroom 2E for his first Charms lesson. John was looking forward to Charms, Ken always talked about how Charms was his favourite class when he went to Hogwarts, and Professor Flitwick was his favourite teacher. Gryffindors shared Charms class with Slytherins.
"Good morning class."
The class looked to see an elderly looking dwarf man walking up to a big pile of books. Flitwick had known for a few years that his time as a professor at Hogwarts was coming to an end, but his love for the job and his students kept him from retiring.
"Today we will be learning a basic spell, one that comes in handy a great deal of the time, the basic lighting spell…" said Flitwick
Flitwick took out his wand and held it out.
"Lumos!"
The tip of his wand lit up, some of the students looked really impressed, but John was already familiar with Lumos, it was one of the first spells Ken had ever taught him. Flitwick extinguished the light with 'Nox'.
"Now, I want you all to try."
The students took out their wands and said the incantation, several students struggled to light their wands but got it eventually. John took out his wand.
"Lumos!"
In a single attempt, John's wand lit up. Across the room, John could see a Slytherin girl light her wand in a single attempt too, it was Celestia.
After Charms was History of Magic, which John honestly wasn't looking forward to, Ken had told him how boring it was and he wasn't kidding, the only exciting thing about the class was the ghost Professor, but that didn't stop John from falling asleep, the only thing he was able to stay awake for was that the class was about something called 'The Seven Treasures', but John couldn't stay awake long enough to hear everything.
His next class for the day was one he had been waiting for, Flying class, John had hoped to try out for the Quiddich team next year, and since John didn't have his own broom, Ken wasn't able to teach him. The class started with the students stood beside their assigned brooms and the teacher, a middle aged man with combed brown hair and a thick moustache, wearing brown trousers, a brown leather jacket, black boots, black leather gloves and a pair of aviator goggles. This was Professor Jacob Grimware.
"Good Afternoon class, welcome to your first flying class, now, everyone put your right hand over your brooms and say 'Up!'" said Professor Grimware
A chorus of Ups followed as everyone tried summoning up their brooms, John was struggling as well, but eventually he was able to summon up his broom, Isaac struggled a bit more but he soon got his broom into his hand too. Their classmate, Flame, was struggling to even get his broom to move, while their other classmate, Mathias, ended up smacking himself in the face with his broom. Eventually, everyone was able to summon up their brooms.
"Now that you all have your brooms, I want you to mount them and make sure you hold on tight."
The students followed Professor Grimware's instructions.
"Very good, now, on the count of three, I want you all to kick off from the ground, keep your broom steady while you hover for a moment before leaning forward to touch back down, everyone ready?"
The students nodded.
"One…Two…Three!"
The students kicked off, some had to try a few times before they started to hover, others struggled to keep steady, John was one of them, the only one that wasn't shaking on their broom immediately was Thea Aves.
"Excellent, Miss Aves, no doubt learned some stuff from your Quiddich family."
John tightened his grip on his broom and tried to keep steady, eventually able to stop shaking. After a few moments, the students that were able to keep steady touched back down.
Following Flying, John's next class was Transfiguration. John had learned some basics in Transfiguration from Ken, but Ken did admit it was never his strongest subject, although it was the favourite class of John's father. The students sat at their desks when the door opened, John was shocked, the Professor was a man with long black hair, scruffy looking clothes and a large scar across his face, but what John immediately noticed was that he was in a wheelchair.
"Students, welcome to first year Transfiguration, I'm your teacher, Professor Firethorn."
John was a bit put off by Firethorn's voice, it was quite gravelly, like he was struggling to speak every word. Professor Firethorn wheeled himself around the classroom, placing a single needle in front of each student.
"When it comes to Transfiguration, it is much easier to transfigure items of similar sizes and shapes, for example, these needles can be easily changed into toothpicks, pieces of string or the thing we will be changing them into today…"
Professor Firethorn held up a needle in his fingers and took out his wand, he waved his wand and the needle morphed into a matchstick.
"…now, I want everyone to focus, try to concentrate on the shape of the matchstick and try to change the needle in front of you."
John looked at the needle on his desk. He took his wand out and focused on the shape of the matchstick, he waved his wand but there was no change, he tried a few times, but still nothing. Eventually, he was finally able to transfigure the needle into a matchstick.
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