On Tuesday, January 1, 1991, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry officially began its new term.
In the morning, Karl returned the marauder's map to the Weasley Brothers and received enthusiastic bear hugs from them.
"Your Christmas gift was amazing! We love it!"
"That's right! We'll definitely use it to create the best magical props!"
Watching the two brothers rush off, Karl only hoped their magical props wouldn't be used on him.
The first class of the new semester was Herbology Class. Professor Sprout explained the knowledge of Devil's Snare to everyone.
Karl was very familiar with this plant, having helped fertilize it a few times during the holidays.
Perhaps because of this, Professor Sprout gave him five points after asking a question.
Sure enough, hard work pays off.
Having started with a bang, Karl began to feel overconfident, even fantasizing about earning some points in Potion Class.
After all, he had already finished reading the book "Powerful Potions" from the Restricted Section, and although he couldn't actually brew them, he was unrivaled in theoretical knowledge.
It was a pity that Professor Snape completely ignored Karl, not even glancing in his direction.
Alas! What a shame!
The only downside to Professor McGonagall's private tutoring was that he could no longer earn points in Transfiguration Class.
Because Karl's learning progress had far surpassed that of other Young Wizards in his year, Professor McGonagall, like Professor Snape, ignored him when asking questions.
However, thankfully, Professor Flitwick of Charms Classwas never stingy with giving points.
Now, the first-year Young Wizards had begun to learn the Repairing Charm, and everyone had mixed feelings about this spell.
The good aspect, of course, was that once learned, they wouldn't have to worry about their items breaking and could repair them.
The bad aspect was also this: they felt they could no longer use the excuse of broken items to demand new ones.
"Now, everyone can try to repair the broken teapots in front of you. Remember the key to casting: don't be hasty."
Professor Flitwick stood on a stack of books, directing the Young Wizards to begin practicing.
The Repairing Charm was definitely the spell Karl used the most. Whenever he went to the Room of Requirement to play with Fiendfyre, he would specifically set aside time to repeatedly torment targets with the Severing Charm and the Repairing Charm.
Under Professor Flitwick's expectant gaze, Karl pointed his wand at the broken teapot, instantly restoring it to its original state.
"Oh my! Excellent Repairing Charm! Mr. Orlin's performance is superb!"
"I'll add five points to Hufflepuff! No! Add ten points!"
Karl: ~(￣▽￣)~
Aha! That felt good!
...
Days passed, and the Young Wizards who had enjoyed their holidays gradually reined in their playful spirits.
Hogwarts quickly returned to its previous state: classes, studying, rest after school—peaceful yet fulfilling.
If there was any change in the new semester, it was that Karl's time on the Quidditch Pitch greatly increased.
Cedric was like an Iron Man struck by a Thunderbird, full of energy and vitality.
Not only did he train diligently himself, but he also often dragged Karl along to practice flying skills.
"Big Brother! I'm not on the team! Why do I have to come too?"
After another chaotic flight, comparable to a headless fly, Karl finally couldn't help but complain.
"Because I am studying and researching you."
"Huh? Me?"
Karl's eyes widened in disbelief. Studying his flying? Was he planning to make his opponents laugh themselves to death?
Cedric stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Because I've found that your erratic, unpredictable changes in direction, and constant changes in speed and altitude might be applicable in a match."
"Especially for Seekers, perhaps this move could be used to confuse opponents, just like the Wronski Feint."
Karl: ...
How to describe it? Anyway, his feelings were hard to describe.
He didn't know if this guy was serious or mocking him.
Cedric suddenly slapped his thigh, "If it works, I plan to name it the Karl Maneuver!"
Karl: (▔, ▔)
"Well... let's not use my maneuver. Let Brown do the maneuver instead."
"Huh?" Cedric was puzzled. "Who is Brown?"
"It's not important. Actually, I think the Diggory Maneuver sounds pretty good too."
Cedric flatly refused, "How can that be? You're the inventor; I just suggested adding it to the match."
Karl patted him on the shoulder, "Whatever. Anyway, if you make a fool of yourself in the future, just don't rat me out."
After saying that, Karl threw the broom into Cedric's arms and ran off.
Learn to fly? Learn my ass!
To hell with your brooms! I'm going to ride Thunderbirds and Dragons in the future!
...
The first Defense Against the Dark Arts Class after the start of term, Elvis Heller began to teach everyone how to treat Werewolf bites.
As for how to distinguish and kill Werewolves, that would only be taught in the third year.
After class, the Hufflepuffs left the classroom one by one. Karl had only walked a few steps when Heller called out to him.
"Mr. Orlin, long time no see. I'm truly glad to see you."
"Thank you, Professor. Me too."
Karl looked back at Heller, whose face still bore that stiff smile.
He looked at Karl with a surprised expression, "I must say, you surprise me."
"Hmm? What do you mean?"
Karl secretly speculated that this guy must be referring to him not being swayed by Lord Voldemort's Horcrux, and even burning it with Fiendfyre.
It seemed he knew how to enter the Room of Requirement and had already checked it.
"It's not important. Although you made me lose a choice, you also showed me your value."
Heller spoke in a strange tone, as if reciting poetry, "Mr. Orlin, do you believe in gods?"
Karl: (⊙_⊙)
What kind of development was this? When did you, a Dark Wizard, change professions?
The sea of suffering is boundless, turn back and reach the shore? Give up Dark Arts and immediately convert to a god?
But looking at the other party's fanatical expression, this guy really looked like an extremist fanatic.
"Professor, I don't understand what you're saying. Gods? Do you mean God?"
Looking at the innocent and bewildered Karl, Hellersmiled and shook his head.
"It doesn't matter, Mr. Orlin. You are very good; you are already worthy of the gods' favor and compassion."
Before he finished speaking, he turned and left.
These chuunibyou-like words made Karl feel as if he was seeing Nagato, who claimed to be a god and shouted about carrying a bag of rice up several floors.
Regardless of whether this guy was being enigmatic, Karl believed this was no ordinary situation and required strong action.
He didn't want to bother the old man with his own affairs, but Heller's instability was also a hidden danger for Hogwarts.
He had originally wanted to play along with him slowly, but this guy came looking for trouble again.
Then he would just flip the table. Anyway, Karl now had a set of plausible excuses.
I'm going to report this to Headmaster Dumbledore!
Accuse Professor Heller of colluding!