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Before leaving the Headmaster's office, Anthony emphasized to Dumbledore that there might still be a Basilisk in the castle.
"Thank you, Henry," Dumbledore said. "I'll pay attention to this matter."
Anthony didn't know how he would pay attention to it, but the next day he heard that Hagrid had toured Hogwarts carrying two roosters.
Hagrid clutched the poor creatures in his hands and waved them about, commanding them to crow like ringing bells, feathers flying everywhere and scattering across the floor.
Filch was furious, but Dumbledore said, "I asked Hagrid to do this. And the students are happy, aren't they?"
The students were all fascinated, following Hagrid in a Hogwarts parade. Peeves took the opportunity to stick feathers all over Mrs. Norris, cackling as he disappeared amid Filch's curses. ("Cockatrice, ha ha!")
The Weasley twins somehow produced whistles and marched in formation behind Hagrid, blowing commands. Students who could whistle followed their rhythm, and some occasionally imitated rooster crows. The ancient vaulted corridors of the castle echoed with crowing and whistles.
Hagrid puffed out his chest, trying to shoo them away, saying he was helping Dumbledore with something. Harry asked what it was, and Hagrid roughly waved the rooster. "Don't ask, Harry!"
"Classified again, right?" Harry Potter asked, brushing feathers from his head. "I don't understand—if it's classified, why aren't you doing this at night? Now the whole school is following you."
Hagrid froze. He hadn't thought of that.
Students arrived slightly later than usual to Anthony's class—they'd all gone to watch Hagrid swing roosters.
"Sorry, Professor," Cedric said, slightly out of breath. Even this universally acknowledged good student had gone to join the excitement.
"No problem, sit down," Anthony said unconcernedly. "If I hadn't overslept, I wouldn't have missed the fun either."
Last night after returning, he'd spent some time thinking about his resurrection, only remembering he had class the next day when the stars and moon gradually faded and the horizon turned faintly white.
Seeing everyone had arrived, he closed the door and announced the start of class.
"Does anyone recognize this?" He waved his wand, unfurling a hanging picture before the blackboard. Against a vast pitch-black background was a gray-white desolate landscape.
"Azkaban?" someone guessed.
"Nurmengard?"
"I recognize it," a student sitting in the back row said. "It's the moon."
Several people couldn't help laughing, and Anthony laughed too. "Who said that? Ah, very good. Two points to Ravenclaw."
The laughter disappeared. Students examined the picture carefully, trying to find anything remotely moon-like about it.
Anthony said, "This lesson we'll talk about the night sky beneath Muggles' feet. Yes, this is the moon. Muggles went to the moon, took this photograph, and left a famous footprint on the moon." He showed them the footprint. "Does anyone know how they did it?"
"Build a very long ladder?" a student suggested quietly.
"Stack Muggle metal broomsticks?" another student guessed.
They'd already accepted that Muggles used tools to achieve spell-like effects, thus creating a naming convention: adding "Muggle" before magical terms to refer to Muggle tools achieving similar effects. For instance, airplanes were "Muggle large enclosed metal broomsticks."
"Um... getting closer?" Anthony said. "But that answer is too general. My answer would probably be combustion and interaction."
This lesson was something he'd prepared temporarily after returning from the Forbidden Forest. The centaurs' obsession with stars had given him some inspiration... he decided to use rockets as an entry point to discuss the power of combustion with students.
Although he'd previously covered airplanes, for students who were already Quidditch fanatics, flying in the sky wasn't an exciting story.
Additionally, Anthony's previous teaching had focused mainly on Muggle transportation methods, without explaining principles like aerodynamics in detail—he was training wizards who understood Muggle life, not physicists. Muggle physics didn't work at all in the magical world.
In this completely idealistic world, physics was as tangled as yarn under a cat's paws. Mass conservation, energy conservation—none of it existed in magic's eyes. Students found it hard to understand why combustion was needed to generate propulsion—if you wanted something to move, all you needed was to command it correctly.
Therefore this time, Anthony spent most of the lesson describing the physical world as Muggles saw it.
Even after he blew up several balloons and watched them whizz chaotically around the room, students still couldn't understand.
In the end, Anthony almost forcibly told them to remember something called "interaction," like Transfiguration forcibly making him imagine the mouse before him was an eraser.
He used magic to demonstrate the power of combustion and explosion to students. After making them understand what thrusters were, he spent more time explaining the importance of weight reduction.
"In a world without magic, to fly, you must fight gravity. Have you noticed that owls weigh much less than cats of similar size?"
Students nodded.
"They sacrificed much weight to fly," Anthony said. "Their bones, their digestive systems... but that's another story. What I'm saying is, like birds, to make this big fellow fly to the moon, it must be light enough."
"But Professor, dragons aren't light at all?" a student questioned.
"Yes, but what do dragons have that Muggles don't?" Anthony said.
"...Wings?"
Anthony shook his head with a smile. "Magic. Everyone, the reason Muggles' current achievements are so amazing is precisely because they don't have magic that makes wishes come true."
He pointed at the blackboard and balloons. "All of this is built on a set of rules they researched themselves, rules that don't change according to human preferences. Like chess, they can only move pieces within the rules, but look at this picture." He gestured at the moon photograph. "Checkmate, Mr. Moon."
When the lesson ended, he brought them to the window to watch fireworks ignited below. When Professor McGonagall approved his purchase request, her expression was strange, and she specifically instructed him not to sell fireworks to students—Anthony thought she meant the Weasley twins.
Fireworks flew to the window and exploded before the entire class. In the castle's shadow, even during daytime, these close-range colorful lights were beautiful.
"First feathers, then fireworks," a student muttered. "Today really is like a carnival."
"Explosion and interaction, everyone," Anthony said. "The force that makes fireworks fly to us is the same force that put people on the moon."
"Muggles put themselves on a big firework?" a student asked in amazement.
Anthony thought for a moment and smiled. "You could say that. After all, humanity's first flight attempt was making their chair into a big firework and blasting off."
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