Chapter 8 Lesson 1

In the early morning of the next day, the soft sunlight sprinkled through the window through the window.

At this time, he was staring at the course table in his hand, and his expression on his face was very satisfied.

Sure enough, it was exactly the same as his previous materials. The magic pattern was undoubtedly an extremely unpopular course.

Only less than 30 students chose this course, and only 3 lessons were arranged a week.

Wes kept patting his legs with both hands, and cheered in his mouth, "It's great."

However, despite this, Wes does not intend to deal with this difficult job.

Although he did not prepare a lot of tutors as well as other professors, he still decided to prepare his first lesson. After all, this was his first class in Hogwarts. He didn't want to receive a large vote complaint from the beginning, and eventually he was expelled from Hogwarts's end.

"The first lesson is arranged at 3 pm, and I have to go all out to prepare carefully."

In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon.

When Wes came to the classroom briskly, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the students were sitting neatly in the seat.

What surprised Wes was that Hermione, a first -year freshman who had just entered the magic world, also chose a magic class.

He calmly picked up a chalk and wrote his own name vigorously on the blackboard -‘Weis Elvin’.

"First of all, I want to sincerely thank you for choosing a magic pattern."

"Secondly, please introduce ourselves in turn. After all, there are not many people. I have confidence to keep in mind the names of you."

As soon as his words fell, a brisk laughter came from the stage.

The students started to introduce themselves in an orderly manner.

When it was Hermione's turn, everyone's eyes focused on her.

After all, other students here are more than fifth grade. They already have a certain magic foundation, and they have more or less understanding of magic patterns.

Hermione, a freshman from the Muggle family, chose such an unpopular and difficult course, which is really unexpected.

She was like a proud and confident peacock. When she introduced herself, the shiny eyes stared at Wes all the way.

After the self -introduction session, Wes started a formal lecture.

"The magic pattern is an ancient and mysterious existence." His voice echoed in the classroom. All the students quickly opened the book, focusing on, and taking notes seriously.

In the process of teaching, Wes cleverly told some adventure stories that he had experienced. The wonderful plot caused the students to exclaim from time to time.

"In general, the use of magic patterns is extremely extensive. Whether it is a trap, enhanced defense, warnings, or in deep alchemy, it is indispensable for the exquisite use of magic patterns."

"If you have any questions during the learning process, you can ask questions at any time."

As soon as his words fell, everyone couldn't wait to brush up.

"Oh, this is greatly out of my expectations."

Weis looked at the clock hanging on the wall and said, "Fortunately, we have enough time, then one person and one problem."

Weis said with his finger at the first row of the left hand side, "Mr. Wesley, starting from you."

Wesley stood up quickly.

"Please sit down, Mr. Wesley, let's relax a little." Weis leaned leaning on the podium leaning, smiling.

Wesley shrugged and sat back in obediently.

"Professor, are the adventure experiences that have happened?"

"Of course." Wes nodded without hesitation.

There was another exclamation in the classroom.

Wesley also wanted to continue to ask, but was decisively stopped by Wes.

"One person with one question, Mr. Wesley."

Wesley closed his mouth helplessly.

The girl behind him couldn't wait to ask: "Professor, have you found a precious treasure in your adventure?"

Everyone raised ears, looking forward to the answer.

Weas stood up and turned around elegantly, saying, "This meager salary of the professor can not afford this luxurious robe on me."

Wes's thoughts drifted back to the difficult years when exploring the maze.

"I want to solemnly remind you that it is extremely dangerous." He watched the group of curious little wizards in front of him worriedly, deliberately intimidating: "A precious life will be lost if you are not careful."

These words are really deterrent, and the children will not squeak for a while.

However, there are still several bold students who continue to ask questions related to adventure.

Until the crispy get out of class rang.

"Okay, ladies, sir, the get out of class is here."

Wes smiled and motioned to the end of the class.

Hermione raised his hand high.

"Miss Grandie?"

"Professor, you haven't set up homework yet."

All the students stared at Hermione fiercely with the kind of murderous eyes.

Wes shrugged helplessly: "I don't want to lose my number of students, what are you waiting for?" What are you waiting for? "

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

When the students heard this, they quickly packed the books and hurriedly left the classroom.

Everyone was excited and cheered because there was no homework, except Hermione who looked depressed.

A month passed quickly.

Weiss also adapted to the professor's pace of life. He only had to attend three classes a week, assign homework once a week, and then carefully correct students' papers.

Not to mention, some of the views put forward by students in their papers seemed a bit naive, but they did give Weiss a lot of inspiration.

The library has also become a place Weiss often visits in the past month.

The students were surprised to find that this young professor was even more diligent and hardworking than them. For a while, they talked about it. Unexpectedly, it unexpectedly led to a strong learning atmosphere.

This weekend, Weiss rarely went to the library, but chose to come to Hagrid's cabin.

As soon as Hagrid saw Weiss, he gave him a big bear hug with great enthusiasm: "Wess, oh, now I should call you Professor Irwin."

"Come on, Hagrid, you still call me Weiss, which makes me feel more intimate and pleasant."

The two seem to have a very close relationship.

Hagrid happily invited Wes to taste the rock cake he made by himself. Wes looked at the rock cake that was so hard that it seemed to be able to smash stones, and could only politely refuse.

It was late autumn, and the wood burning in the fireplace of the tree house made crackling sounds from time to time.

Hagrid's beloved dog Yaya, a sensitive and timid dog, was lying comfortably on the carpet at this time, enjoying Wes's gentle touch.

Wes looked carefully at the wooden house, the decoration style of which was rough and bold, even a little simple.

But the soft hair and hard horns of rare magical animals can be seen everywhere, which are rare and precious materials.

Wes was even surprised to see the hair of the legendary unicorn.

Only Hagrid, a conscientious guard of the Forbidden Forest, could collect so many priceless good things.

Hagrid is undoubtedly a master in the field of magical animals.

However, due to some unknown reasons, he could only work as a key keeper and a guard of the Forbidden Forest. His salary was so meager that he had to think twice before ordering a beer at the bar.

Weiss gently stroked the precious furs on the ground, thinking to himself that if Hagrid could be more flexible, he would have made a fortune by reselling these rare materials.

But Hagrid was simple-minded and loyal to Hogwarts and Headmaster Dumbledore. He would never do such a thing that violated his principles.

"Hagrid, have you ever thought about improving your life a little bit?"

"Improve your life? Why? I think I'm living a good life now, and I'm very happy every day."

Hagrid's face was full of doubts.

Weiss swallowed the words that were on his lips.

"Nothing, just treat it as my nonsense."

The two held steaming cups of tea and enthusiastically told their wonderful experiences.

When Wes described the strange creatures he encountered during his adventures, Hagrid's eyes always lit up with excitement, and he was very interested, as if he was there.

It got dark soon, and Wes politely declined Hagrid's invitation to have dinner with him. His fragile and sensitive stomach was really not blessed with the unique food cooked by the half-giant.

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