Harry Potter:blood legacy

"- Calm down. You're unlikely to succeed if you're angry. Relax and think about what you need to do."

Harry wanted to argue but followed Jet's advice. He took a deep breath and spent a few moments thinking before it dawned on him. He flicked his wand again and was rewarded when half of the matchstick turned into a needle. Pleased, he tried once more, and seconds later, he found himself holding a perfect needle.

"- Mr. Potter," came Professor McGonagall's voice, and he nearly jumped in his seat because he hadn't noticed her approach, though his outward reaction betrayed nothing. "Show me your work."

Harry nodded and handed her the result, which the professor examined closely before giving an approving nod. "- Excellent work, Mr. Potter," she declared, placing the needle back on the desk and waving her wand to return it to a matchstick. "- Five points to Slytherin for being the first to achieve the transformation. Could you show me how you did it?"

"- Um… sure," the boy nodded, focused, and cast the spell again. Thankfully, he succeeded on the first try this time.

"- Outstanding, Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall gave him a rare smile. "- Keep practicing while I assist the other students."

"- How did you manage that?" whispered Tracy, who sat next to him.

"- Don't just imagine the matchstick as a needle; imagine it becoming a needle. Magic is also about intent—you have to genuinely want it to transform into a needle," Harry explained before continuing to practice.

Tracy nodded and followed his advice, as did the other Slytherins. By the end of the lesson, Tracy, Daphne, and Blaise had managed complete transformations. Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, and Draco Malfoy came close but didn't fully succeed. As for Crabbe, Goyle, and Millicent Bulstrode—the less said about their attempts, the better.

Afterward, Harry and the other Slytherin first-years headed to the Charms classroom, which excited him just as much as Transfiguration. The subject seemed fascinating, and the prospect of using charms for both daily tasks and more complex purposes intrigued him. Angela had also mentioned that Professor Flitwick was not only an excellent teacher but a former dueling champion.

When they entered the classroom, Harry took a seat between Tracy and Daphne. Soon, the Gryffindors arrived. Harry wasn't sure why classes were shared between two houses that disliked each other, but he decided to figure that out later since he couldn't change the arrangement anyway. He noticed Weasley glaring at him but ignored the redhead, determined not to give him any attention.

Shortly after, Professor Flitwick entered the room. Without a doubt, he was the smallest person Harry had ever seen, aside from goblins, which only made him more impressive. It was surprising to know that despite his stature, Flitwick was one of the school's best teachers and a powerful wizard. The professor had to stand on a stack of books at his lectern, but it didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. He began by calling roll, but when he reached Harry's name, his eyes darted to the boy, and the Ravenclaw head of house toppled off his book stack.

After a few students helped him back up, the roll call continued, and the lesson began.

"- Since this is your first class, I don't expect you to master advanced spells. All I ask is that you try your best. We'll start with something simple but useful—a light spell. It creates a small ball of light at the tip of your wand. I should warn you, however, that it's quite warm, so be cautious and avoid using it near anything flammable. The risk is minimal, but it's still there. The incantation is 'Lumos.'"

The tip of Flitwick's wand lit up with a small white glow. "- See? Now, I'd like you all to try it yourselves."

The professor instructed them to practice the spell, as well as its counter-spell, "Nox." He also briefly went over the theory of charms. While Harry wished they could learn as many spells as possible, he understood the importance of at least a little theory.

He was also pleased that Flitwick didn't seem bothered by Jet's presence. The professor had glanced at the snake for a few moments at the start of the lesson but then carried on as though it was perfectly normal to bring a snake to class.

Harry thoroughly enjoyed how his first day at school was going, but now he was feeling slightly nervous as he followed Professor McGonagall to the headmaster's office. As usual, Jet lay draped across his shoulders, whispering calming words into his ear.

"- Milky Way," said the professor as they stopped in front of a large stone gargoyle. Harry was momentarily puzzled by her words, but then the statue moved aside, revealing a spiral staircase leading upward.

"- Excuse me, Professor, but… 'Milky Way' was the password to the headmaster's office?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"- The headmaster is a fan of Muggle sweets," the woman replied in a slightly exasperated tone before ascending the stairs with Harry.

When they entered the headmaster's office, Harry's eyes widened slightly as he took in the room. It was a large, circular space filled with numerous windows and portraits of past headmasters and headmistresses. Around the room stood small tables with intricate silver instruments that buzzed and emitted small puffs of smoke. A magnificent collection of books made the office resemble a private library. Harry also noticed a perch, though no bird or other creature occupied it.

His gaze shifted to the headmaster's desk, where three professors were already standing. One was Professor Sprout, a stout witch with gray, wavy hair. The second was Professor Flitwick, who smiled warmly at Harry. The third was a scowling man who glared at him fiercely. Harry recognized him as Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin and the Potions master.

While the heads of houses were standing, one person was seated behind the desk—none other than Headmaster Dumbledore. The man's twinkling blue eyes and soft, warm smile were fixed on Harry.

"- Ah, Mr. Potter, it's a pleasure to see you," Dumbledore greeted him, but before he could say more, another voice interrupted.

"- Apologies, Headmaster," Professor Babbling said as she entered the office. "I came as quickly as I could," she explained before noticing Harry.

"- Oh, hello, Professor," Harry greeted her.

"- Hello, G—Mr. Potter," Babbling corrected herself, nearly addressing him by his first name before realizing the other professors might disapprove of such familiarity. "- Hello, Jet," she added, addressing the snake, who hissed in response.

"- He says hello," Harry translated. Since the boy was looking at the Runes professor, he didn't see the calculating expression that briefly crossed Dumbledore's face—though Jet did.

"- Mr. Potter," the headmaster addressed him again, drawing Harry's attention. "- Please, have a seat," he said, gesturing to an empty chair in front of his desk.

"- Uh… okay. Thank you, sir."

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