The openi had ended, and the lively weekend had passed. Hogwarts' various csses were finally set to begin on this Monday.

  As the sunlight climbed up Gryffindor Tower, Eda slowly opened her eyes. The warm bs and soft bed made her relut to get up, not wanting to expose her body to the slightly chilly air. Fortunately, Eda's willpower was strong enough, and after a few minutes, she broke free from the bed's embrace.

  Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she gazed at the distant sky, feeling that her new life was finally beginning in ear.

  Angelina, who had been up for a while, came over and draped a robe over Eda's shoulders.

  "It's a bit chilly in the m. We don't want you to end up in the hospital wing before csses even start," Angelina said, then turo the still-bedridden Aeliana Spi. "If you don't get up now, we might not have time for breakfast, Aeliana."

  "Five more minutes, Angelina, just five more minutes..." Aeliana mumbled sleepily.

  Eda and Angelina exged a knowing gnce. Angelina he over to Aeliana's window and slipped her somewhat cold hands into the bed.

  With Angelina's surprise attack, the drowsy Aeliana finally woke up. The three girls got dressed ahe Gryffindor on room, chatting and ughing along the way.

  When they arrived at the Great Hall, it was already bustling with people. The three of them found a random spot to sit, and the empty ptes in front of them suddenly filled with delicious food. As Eda happily enjoyed her pe, the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan arrived te.

  "What csses do we have today?" Fred asked listlessly.

  "M is Professor Flitwick's Charms css and Professor Sprout's Herbology css. Charms with Ravencw, and Herbology with Hufflepuff," Eda said. "Iernoon, rofessor Binns' History of Magic, with Slytherin."

  After breakfast, the group headed to the Charms . They were a bit te, and most of the students were already seated. Professor Flitwick, who taught this css and was also the head of Ravencw House, was already present.

  The tiny Professor Flitwick stood on a tall stack of books, just enough to reach the le and be seen by the students. He took out the attendance list and began calling names, familiarizing himself with each student. His voice was high-pitched but not unpleasant, and he chatted briefly with each student as he called their name.

  Just from this roll call, the students already felt a strong liking for the small-statured professor.

  Standing on his stack of books, Professor Flitwick began the day's lesson, expining some basic theoretical knowledge about charms. Under his clear and accessible expnation, Eda found that many of her previous fusions about Charms were resolved.

  "Did you know, Professor Flitwick is a dueling master!" Fred whispered.

  Angelina and Aeliana turheir heads to look at the Weasley twins, their curiosity piqued.

  "Professor Flitwick even won a dueling championship when he was younger!" Gee said. "Pretty impressive, huh?"

  "How do you know that?" Angelina asked.

  "Charlie, Charlie told us," Fred said, sounding a bit envious. "I wish I could be that amazing!"

  "I really want to know how he trained."

  "Probably a natural talent," Eda mused after three seds of thought, having been interrupted from listening to the lesson.

  Theiced four pairs of curious eyes staring at her, promptio tinue, "Mastery of charms, battle awareness, and all that aside, just look at Professor Flitwick's stature—do any of you have that?"

  The four heads shook vigorously, like bobbleheads. Although everyone was only eleven or twelve years old, they were already much taller than Professor Flitwick.

  "Professor Flitwick's height might be a disadvantage sometimes, but in a duel, he's a smaller target, harder to hit," Eda said, maintaining a serious demeanor despite the nonsense she outing. The other four found it surprisingly ving.

  "When casting spells, it's essential to pronouhe intations clearly. Repeat after me: 'Spongify!'" Professor Flitwick said loudly.

  The Gryffindors and Ravencws repeated, "Spongify!"

  "Excellent, now it's your turn," Professor Flitwick said. With a wave of his wand, a pile of small hard wooden sticks flew toward the students, arranging themselves ly in front of eae, exactly oick per student.

  The filled with the sound of intations, the flying wooden sticks, and the students' shouts.

  Aeliana waved her wand, but she used too much force, causing the small wooden stick to roll all over the table. Angelina's stick behaved simirly. The Weasley twins, however, did quite well; their sticks showed signs of softening uhe spell.

  Eda looked around; not many students succeeded. It was, after all, their first Charms lesson. Perf poorly was normal and didn't mean much.

  "It's your turn, Eda, show them what you do!" Fred urged.

  "Eda is a master at charms," Gee added. Angelina and Aeliana also looked expetly at Eda.

  Eda drew her wand, poi at the wooden stick, and said, "Spongify!" The sti the table began to ge, transf from a rigid rod into a limp, noodle-like object.

  Professor Flitwick, who had been the css, immediately noticed Eda's successful spell and praised her, "Well done, Miss Twist! Your excellent Softening Charm has earned Gryffindor five points!"

  After css, the Gryffindor students left the warm castle, crossed the courtyard, and headed to the greenhouses behind the castle. Here, they learned how to cultivate stras and fungi and uood their uses in Herbology. Eda's performan this css was not as strong; she wasn't very fond of tending to pnts. However, she still mao answer a few of Professor Sprout's questions, earning Gryffindor another five points.

  Iernoon, after lunch, the Gryffindathered in the History of Magic .

  Professor Binns, the only ghost teacher at the school, reportedly fell asleep by the staff room firepe day and fot t his body to css the m, highlighting just how old he must have been.

  This History of Magic lesson was attended by both Gryffindor and Slytherin students, as were Potions and Flying lessons. The Gryffindors and Slytherins eyed each other, a silent battle of rivalry simmeriween them.

  The was suddenly filled with excmations as Professor Binns passed through the bckboard and into the room. Eda thought to herself, "Having a ghost as a teacher is pretty thrilling!" If it weren't for the fact that Professor Binns was so old, Eda would have sidered pairing him up for a "Ghostly Romance" plot—it would surely get high ratings.

  History of Magic should be an incredibly fasating course, filled with notable wizards, magid wars. Unfortunately, Professor Binns' css was extraordinarily dull. The most exg moment was his entrahrough the wall—a true peak at the beginning! Professor Binns paid no attention to the students sprawled over their desks, and he began reading from his notes in a dry, monotonous voice that resembled a broken radio.

  The usual enmity between Gryffindor and Slytherin faded as students struggled to keep their eyes open. Anyone who mao occasionally jot down a name or a date was a hero of mental endurance.

  The inter-house rivalry dissolved in the face of Professor Binns' soporific lectures.

  Eda propped her head up with her left hand, gripping a pen with her right. Her eyelids were in a fierce battle to stay open. Angelina and Aeliana were already fast asleep beside her, and the Weasley twins had succumbed even earlier. Professor Binns' void teag style were perfect for indug sleep, especially after lun the warm afternoon sun, creating a cumutive effect that was impossible to resist.

  Eda was still holding on, not because she didn't want to fall asleep, but because she had a mission from her system, and there were just too many tasks to plete!

  [Successfully resist sleep during five History of Magic csses and break Professor Binns' 'spell'. Reward: Enhaunning Spell.]

  "In that October, a specialized team of wizards from Sardinia..." Professor Binns tio drone on, casting his impressive sleep-indug spell over the css.

  In the , only a few students had yet to make intimate tact with their desks. Eda pihe inside of her thigh hard, f herself to stay awake.

  It felt like ay, but the dull History of Magic css finally ended. Eda, who had struggled to stay alert, realized for the first time how torturous a css could be.

  The moment css ehe students woke up, looking vibrant and lively, pletely different from their previous lifeless state on the desks. Fred, who had enjoyed a good nap, looked at Eda in horror and asked, "Eda, what happeo you?"

  Hearing this, the others also turo look at Eda. She appeared exhausted, her once bright emerald eyes now dull and bloodshot.

  "Nothing, I feel great. Never felt better," Eda replied weakly. She staggered to her feet and was the first to leave the , her shaky steps making her seem like she could colpse at any moment.

  I swear, once I plete this task, if I ever stay awake in History of Magic again, I'll write my name backward! Eda vowed fiercely to herself.

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