a certain scientific harry potter

He finally understood a little now why Filch was so hysterical.

As a member of Hogwarts but unable to release magic, he still has to face this group of young wizards who can freely learn magic every day. Filch has been in this unfriendly environment for a long time, and naturally Will be mentally deformed.

He looks majestic, as if every student is afraid of him, but after all, it's just a fake prestige hidden behind the school rules.

That's why Filch's emotions suddenly spiraled out of control when Harry flouted the school rules and threatened him.

And just now, Harry inadvertently tore off the last fig leaf of his dignity!

"Mr. Filch, I have just said something very outrageous, and hereby solemnly apologize to you! Regarding your magical situation, I swear that I will keep my mouth shut, and I will never spread a word!!" Harry sincerely said to Filch After apologizing, he also sent out an invitation, "Also, if you don't mind, how about having dinner together? Consider it as my apology to you~"

"Hmph! I don't need you...wait! What the hell are you cooking? Why is it so delicious?!" Filch was still angrily refusing, but then his sense of smell controlled his five senses, and he couldn't help it. Twisted around.

"This is a delicacy that has been handed down since the Great Heaven, hot pot!" Harry smiled and stuffed a pair of bowls and chopsticks into the opponent's hand, "Come and taste it together, Mr. Filch, I guarantee that this is something you have never experienced before." delicious~”

"Excuse me?" Filch struggled to repeat the Chinese language in Harry's mouth, "Does it mean a very hot pot?"

"Please, Mr. Filch, you should really practice your pronunciation~" Harry corrected patiently, "Its name is 'Hot Pot', and it should not be translated into English!"

To be honest, Harry really doesn't like the translation of hot pot as 'Hot Pot', and the same goes for the translated names of a series of other traditional cuisines, cultures, etc.

Why can other people's sofas, montages and other things be directly transliterated from abroad, but the cultural output from our side has to be added with unknown so-called translations?

A hot pot is a hot pot, not an electric heating pot; dumplings are just dumplings, don’t always think it’s gnocchi and fruit pudding!

If your tongue is tied and you can’t understand Chinese, then you should read it several times!

(ps eh, I suddenly became angry while writing~)

Chapter 36 Flitwick can be a friend

On his first night at Hogwarts, Harry slept comfortably with Filch and Mrs. Norris.

Although he hasn't been to the dormitory of Ravenclaw College yet, Harry doesn't necessarily think it will be better than Filch's office. At least Filch, the janitor who often needs to watch the night, certainly doesn't grind his teeth and fart. A series of bad habits such as talking in sleep.

What's more, Harry still has cats to suck. Although Mrs. Norris completely resists his further contact now, Harry believes that he will gradually get better in the future.

After all, eaters are soft-spoken, such as Filch. After eating Harry's hot pot, the relationship between the two parties has obviously eased. Clean up smelly rooms.

I believe that as long as Mrs. Norris eats a few more meals of all kinds of cat food brought by Harry, her favorability will definitely increase gradually.

Don't talk about masturbating, hugging and holding high at that time, Harry can even successfully shave and bathe Mrs. Norris without having to bear the threat of cat's claws!

So, there is nothing that a hot pot meal can’t solve. The hospitality culture of my Great Heavenly Dynasty is just so awesome~

When class started the next day, Harry was almost the first to arrive in the classroom.

This surprised even Hermione, who arrived later, thinking she was already early.

"How did you find the classroom exactly?" Hermione asked puzzled after pulling Harry's ear to sit in the first row.

The terrain in Hogwarts Castle is very complicated. There are more than 140 steps of stairs alone, and it is said that sometimes the direction will be changed. For new students, getting lost is definitely commonplace.

Even Hermione managed to find the right classroom relying on the guidance of her senior classmates.

"Mrs. Norris brought me here. It's Mr. Filch's pet. It's an impeccable cat~" Harry explained with a smile.

Maybe it was because he couldn't eat too good food with Filch. Harry just paid for a set of special freeze-dried fish in the morning, and Mrs. Norris happily brought him to the Charms classroom.

"Hmph, can we still have Crookshanks?" Hermione curled her lips arrogantly, "Also... you are not allowed to use Crookshanks' rations to get close to other cats!"

"It's just ordering cat food, don't be so stingy, I'll make it after eating~"

Harry shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He knew Mrs. Norris's background, and believed that after his own conditioning, it would not take long for her to become a sleek and beautiful again.

As for Crookshanks, whether it is good or not depends largely on the owner.

Taking advantage of the gap before class in the morning, Harry chatted with Hermione for a few days. Of course, the main thing was to let the other party not worry about what happened to him last night.

After most of the students came to the classroom, Harry and Hermione sat upright and waited for the professor to arrive.

In his first class as a freshman, he didn't intend to do anything wrong.

Although he made up his mind to cause trouble in school, even bad students can be divided into high and low.

A smart bad boy may keep violating discipline, but he must know how to be measured and respected, provoking the authority of the professor in class for no reason, or laughing at weaker classmates for fun or even bullying them for no reason, this is definitely what Low is obsessed with Low force~

Yes, Harry was talking about Draco Malfoy.

In the first-year courses, many of Eagle House and Snake House were taken together, so Harry soon saw Malfoy talking with two followers.

While laughing presumptuously, he kept describing to his two henchmen—Crabbe and Goyle, how he just caused Neville to stumble in the restaurant.

And when he saw Harry, the original wanton laughter directly changed to sarcasm.

"Look, isn't this our hero who set the Sorting Hat on fire?" Malfoy walked up to Harry, leaning on the table and sneered, "How about it, Harry, is the cat feces in Filch's room delicious? Or Say, while we're having dinner, you're being spanked by that weirdo hanging from the ceiling~"

"Hang it up and beat it?" Harry raised his eyebrows with great interest. "It might be a good idea. When you commit the crime into Mr. Filch's hands, I will definitely persuade him to do it."

"Oh, you actually called him Mr. in private?" Malfoy screamed exaggeratedly on purpose, "Harry, you are really depraved, and you always like to take the initiative to make friends with that kind of strange guy!"

"I think Mr. Filch is a nice person." Harry glanced at Malfoy faintly, "Malfoy, remember, one day you will definitely apologize to Mr. Filch for this sentence! "

"Hmph! There will never be such a day!" Malfoy immediately retorted.

"Okay, children, I think we can go to class. Are you ready to fly with me in the magical sky?" At this time, a shrill voice drifted into the classroom from the door.

Discovering that the professor had arrived, the two Deha, who were seeing each other's signs, also chose to die down at the same time.

The professor in charge of the Charms class is named Filius Flitwick. He is a little old man who can clearly tell the blood of goblins from his height, and he is also the head of Ravenclaw College.

His voice was very high-pitched, and because of his stature, Professor Flitwick had to stand on top of a stack of books to barely reach the desk during lectures.

Of course, the way he staggered up caused many people to snicker, but he didn't seem annoyed at all, but always smiled.

This kind of behavior let Harry know that Professor Flitwick should have a good temper.

"This is your first class after entering Hogwarts, I think it is necessary for me to get to know you. But before that, I must say..." Flitwick looked around, and finally focused on On Harry, "Mr. Granger, you can come to Hogwarts and enter Ravenclaw House, I really... ouch!!"

bang~

With a muffled sound, the over-excited Professor Flitwick accidentally kicked the books under his feet, and he fell into a big somersault.

"Professor, are you okay~"

As the person who was praised, and he was the closest to Professor Flitwick, Harry hurried to help him up.

"It's okay, I'm just a little too excited~" Professor Flitwick patted the dust on his body carelessly, and immediately held Harry's hand excitedly, "It's great that you can come, and Granger Sir, I particularly appreciate your actions yesterday."

"Few students dare to challenge the authority of the sorting hat. The last student who directly proposed to drop out of school because he was dissatisfied with the sorting hat may have been traced back more than ten years ago. And you dare to protest openly at the sorting ceremony, and finally It is unique to be able to successfully protest!"

"Professor Flitwick, what you say will make me ashamed." Harry smiled helplessly, "I got [-] points deducted from Ravenclaw~"

"Scores don't matter." Flitwick waved his hands indifferently. "What's more, Mr. Granger's persistence has brought Ravenclaw a witch with outstanding talent."

"Well, I agree with your words~"

Harry said that just because of Professor Flitwick's last sentence, they could be friends.

Chapter 37 Fractional splints are quite helpless

Although it was only a short contact in class, Harry was already sure that Professor Flitwick was definitely a pretty good teacher.

He is a knowledgeable wizard who can explain each spell in detail in a simple way, and can easily make students understand the key points of releasing the spell.

Moreover, he is a gentle and humorous professor who treats students equally no matter they are good or stupid, and the classroom atmosphere is quite relaxed.

Most importantly, he really admired Hermione, a talented female schoolmaster.

"We just said that the function of the softening spell is to make the object soft. Its spell is 'soft as cotton'. When casting the spell, everyone must try to imagine the appearance of the wooden strip after it is softened... oh, Great, Miss Granger has managed to change the texture of the wood chips!"

In this charm class, Professor Flitwick asked the whole class to successfully cast the softening spell, turning a two-finger-thick hard wooden strip into a soft material that can be bent to less than ninety degrees.

After some careful study and trial, Hermione was the first to successfully bend the piece of wood to an obtuse angle.

"Although I am the head of Ravenclaw House myself, I still want to say that Miss Granger's performance deserves five points!"

"Very good, this is still 95 points away!"

Is she trying to recover the points deducted by herself?

Hearing Hermione whispering beside him, Harry couldn't help frowning slightly.

Traditions such as score competitions and winning the Academy Cup at the end may sound grand, but for Harry, these are leftovers from his school days.

The so-called rules of adding and subtracting points are in essence just a way to wind up students directly, so that students, especially freshmen, can develop team cohesion and a sense of collective honor.

However, Harry found helplessly now that Hermione cared about something that he didn't care about.

But it's no wonder that Hermione has such a competitive nature, and she wants to be the first no matter what she does.

This is true of the test results in primary school, and the same is true of the House Cup at Hogwarts.

Thinking of this, Harry had to sigh sadly, the score splint is really an extremely useful restriction.

Since Hermione got the extra points, she has been pouting and glaring at herself. This is obviously her warning, asking her not to cause trouble like yesterday again.

Therefore, the reason why Dumbledore publicly deducted so many points from himself yesterday was that he wanted to use Hermione and the entire Ravenclaw House to set him up to ensure that he could stay in Hogwarts in a well-behaved manner.

However, Harry wouldn't give up just yet.

The matter between him and Dumbledore is definitely not over, just wait and see~

"Mr. Granger, do you want to try casting the softening spell?"

I have to say that Professor Flitwick is indeed a nice guy. If it was another teacher, and seeing Harry sneaking away under his nose and refusing to listen to the lecture, and he didn't even bother to take out his wand, he would have been kicked out of the door long ago. I am punished.

"Sorry, Professor Flitwick, for some reason, I don't have my own wand." Harry explained with some embarrassment, "So, why don't I..."

"Haha! Harry, before you tell a lie, you should at least make a rough draft!" Malfoy's harsh laughter came from the next table, "Didn't you also go to Diagon Alley and say you don't have a wand? You don't want to say that you are a useless squib, do you? Oh, I see, you can't release any magic at all, that's why you have that ridiculous physical silence technique!"

"Malfoy, it's class time, no one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak! Besides... how do you know Harry can't cast magic?!"

Malfoy's sarcasm obviously aroused Hermione's dissatisfaction. While scolding, she even stuffed the holly wand directly into Harry's hand!

"Okay..." Looking at Hermione's warning eyes, Harry knew that he couldn't hide his clumsiness today.

What's more, the bastard Malfoy really lacked education.

Feeling the call from the holly wand, Harry held his breath, and his whole mind was instantly concentrated!

"Soft as cotton!"

While flicking his wrist lightly, he also blurted out a spell with a correct accent, and an invisible ripple suddenly flew out from the tip of the holly wand, hitting Malfoy's chair with precision!

Bang!

The originally hard leg of the chair quickly softened into a puddle of mud under the spell. Malfoy, who lost his balance, accidentally fell to the ground, and even made a more exaggerated sound than when Professor Flitwick fell to the ground just now!

"Oops! Harry, you... damn!"

Malfoy was so angry that he sat on the ground and rubbed his ass, but at the moment, except for his two followers, no one paid any attention to him at all.

The whole class, including Professor Flitwick, was looking at Harry and Hermione in astonishment! !

"Mr. Granger, you just... actually used Miss Granger's wand to successfully release a spell?!"

Capable of transforming a hard chair directly into a pile of cotton wool in one fell swoop, Harry's softening spell was absolutely impeccable, much better than Hermione's.

But what surprised Flitwick even more was Harry's control over the holly wand.

That's not what happens when you force someone else's wand to cast a spell for you!

Harry had just given Flitwick the feeling that he could use a holly wand with equal ease.

You must know that the wand is the most private magical item of a wizard. Although it can be robbed or inherited, it is rare for two people like Harry and Hermione to be able to use the same wand proficiently before!

Professor Flitwick has only heard of some very few cases, such as father and son who are in the same line, compatriots who share the same heart, and there are... couples who love each other more than gold!

But even these individual cases may not be able to reach the level that Harry and Hermione are now!

So, these two kids...

"Uh... I think Mr. Granger's demonstration is perfect, but it will be better if you remember not to play tricks on your classmates next time, so I can't give you extra points this time."