During lunch break, many sixth-grade students choose to complete their homework in the common room. The "free" time in the sixth-grade without classes is not as relaxing as Ron Weasley expected, but must be used to work hard to complete a large amount of homework assigned by the teacher.

The students in the improvement class not only worked hard as if they had to deal with exams every day, but the homework assigned by the professors did not consider whether they had just finished a pleasant summer vacation and whether they were adapting to high-intensity study. Even though Hermione could understand the content, she had just finished her potion class homework, and it was time for the afternoon class because of the quantity.

"Hurry, Professor Harris' first ancient magic class, don't be late." Ginny quickly stuffed her textbook into her backpack. Many wizards in the lounge were busy packing their textbook homework and pens.

"Ginny, are you going to ancient magic class, too?" Ron, who was still worried about the potion class assignment, looked up and asked his sister in surprise.

"Of course." Ginny raised her eyebrows, "Professor Harris only teaches two ancient magic classes a week. All wizards who have taken this course at the age of age have to go to class. I have to move faster with Harry, otherwise I will definitely not be able to get a good spot."

"Okay, go, go, you guys, I can play my wizard chess in the dormitory." Ron crossed his hands behind his head, leaning heavily on the back of the chair, making a comfortable look.

Harry, who had just finished packing, heard Ron's words and asked back when he got up, "Didn't you just say you were going to practice Quidditch?"

"Don't worry about Ron, let's go. I hope he can be so comfortable when fighting someone else." Ginny snorted coldly, shook her long red hair, and pulled Harry out of the common room.

The little lions followed the familiar road to the ancient magic class classroom. In the corridor outside the classroom, they saw that there were a lot of people coming to class, and all grades gathered together in groups waiting for their new professors - most of them were members of the Harris training class. It seemed that no one in the training class wanted to miss this course. Among other students, most of them were wearing Ravenclaw and Slytherin uniforms.

"Look, Pansy Parkinson did not follow Malfoy, she was just hiding from Allen!" Harry pointed to the direction where the Slytherins gathered and whispered.

Draco stood together with Gole and Crab, and his two followers were unable to attend the improvement class because of their poor grades in the potion class, but obviously did not miss the ancient magic class that had no rigid requirements for wizards.

"Harry, you should think more about your girlfriend, not Pansy Parkinson." Ginny walked towards Hermione who had already stood with Luna.

Not far behind the Crazy Girls and the others, four Herchepach students occupied a corner of the classroom under Ernie McMillan. Ernie was born in a pure-blood family and could trace his bloodline back nine generations. He was related to Sirius Black's grandmother Melania Black. Although Ernie is a rare and somewhat arrogant type in Hufflepachry, he is not biased against other bloodlines. He was also friendly to Justin Finlieri, who was born from Muggle and stood up for him, so after Cedric graduated, he became the leader of Hufflepachry.

When the class time came, Alan and the clever man behind him walked into the classroom as if they had calculated the time, the classroom suddenly became quiet.

Alan, wearing the ancient magic robe, walked slowly to the podium and stood still and turned around. His eyes swept across the wizards one by one. He secretly checked the arrival of the wizards with the list he received. After confirming that no one was absent, Alan spoke and walked on the podium: "My classmates, my students, you came to my class today because of your inner desire and a belief. The old teaching method of Hogwarts is not suitable for us."

All the wizards in the classroom focused on Allen. They could openly claim that they would involve black magic in ancient magic classes, and after Allen and Dumbledore had a blatant conflict at the opening ceremony, they still chose to study. Such wizards were more or less ambitious or had ambitions in their hearts - no matter what the purpose of this ambition was, whether it was good or bad.

"You are here today because you are eager for some new... way out, some different..." Allen looked at the little wizards at the desk with his bra, "Recently I know that my relationship with Dumbledore has made many people nervous. Yes, my philosophy has had a serious conflict with Dumbledore, but the struggle between me and him is not from personal hatred, but he is trying to make all wizards the same person and the protected person. Of course, in my opinion, it is not that there is anything wrong with choosing to be such a majority, and they are not useless. Being a protected wizard can each have different values. However, I think I should give all wizards a choice that can make their own decisions. Ancient magic will only allow all people here with more noble ideals. It will only bloom in the souls of a few wizards - we will become those who protect others ourselves."

As soon as the professor of ancient magic class finished speaking, the Hogwarts wizards who were sitting upright behind the desk were moved by Allen's opening remarks, and they stood up and began to cheer and applaud - for Allen and for themselves.

Whether it was Harry who made this choice in his heart but was still hesitating whether it was correct or not, Neville, who thought of his mad parents by the Death Eater, or those Hufflepuff who had been somewhat repulsive of black magic, he was only planning to learn some neutral ancient magic, and even Crab, who was confused and aimless, was just following Draco, at this time, all of them were full of passion and longing for the course they chose.

Alan looked at the agitated wizards, and he was quite satisfied with his smile. Alan did not use spells that could affect others in his speech, but achieved this effect by using charm and language. The ancient magic class professor opened his arms and pressed down the cheering voice, and officially started the first content of the course: "Please forgive me, classmates, today we have a lot of content and time is tight, so there is not much time left for you to celebrate - so let's start directly. First, please take out your wands and line up."

Many wizards were even more excited when they heard about taking out their wand, but there were exceptions.

"Do you have to fight again?" Neville held his wand and stood behind Harry in horror. The purpose of his class was to learn something new to arm himself, but now his attitude of fighting before he could learn anything had made Neville very nervous.

"Don't worry, Professor Harris won't let us have problems - but I don't know if we will directly fight one-on-one like the duel club in the first place? Otherwise, why do you have to line up?" Qiu Zhang's sweet voice came from behind them. She is already in the seventh grade and still has to deal with the N.E.W.T exam this year, but she still signed up for this course and did not want to withdraw from the Quidditch game this year. In fact, she plans to engage in this sports after graduation - it's best to work on the same team with her boyfriend Cedric Diggory, who is currently in love with her distance.

Under the sophisticated leadership of the training class members, the wizards acted quickly according to the academy and grade level, but unlike their initial expectations, at least at this time, the ancient magic class professors did not immediately let the students fight each other.

The clever hand behind Alan moved to the little wizards himself. Three tentacles quickly gestured at the little wizards' wands and bodies. The three eyes kept blinking, and at the same time reported the data it measured.

"Mr. Harry Potter, please straighten your arms, I need to measure your arm length." Mr. Clever said to Harry, who was looking at him with his head tilted toward him - this golem is still using a soft middle-aged female voice.

Harry couldn't help but think of his experience of being measured in Ollivander and Mrs. Mokin's shop. Compared with the automatic magic tape measure and manual measurement, the clever hand in front of him is undoubtedly more accurate, smarter and faster. It measures it all while recording the data on parchment paper.
Chapter completed!