The next morning, soft sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating Wes's office.
He was engrossed in his timetable, a look of extreme satisfaction on his face.
As he had expected, the magic Patterns class was, without a doubt, an extremely unpopular course.
Only a mere 30 students had chosen this course, and it was only scheduled for 3 lessons a week.
Wes excitedly clapped his hands against his legs, cheering, "This is great!"
However, despite this, Wes did not intend to treat this hard-won job perfunctorily.
Although he hadn't prepared a stack of lesson plans like other Professors, he decided to prepare well for his first class. After all, this was his first class at Hogwarts, and he didn't want to receive a flood of complaints right from the start, ultimately leading to his expulsion from Hogwarts.
"The first class is scheduled for three o'clock in the afternoon, and I must prepare meticulously with all my effort."
In a blink of an eye, it was afternoon.
When Wes arrived at the classroom with light steps, he was pleasantly surprised to find the students already seated neatly.
What surprised Wes was that Hermione, a first-year new student who had just entered the World of magic, had also chosen the magic Patterns class.
He calmly picked up a piece of chalk and wrote his name, 'Wes Erwin,' on the blackboard with strong, bold strokes.
"First, I want to sincerely thank all of you for choosing the magic Patterns class."
"Secondly, please introduce yourselves one by one. After all, there aren't many of us, and I am confident that I can remember all your names."
As soon as he finished speaking, a light laugh rippled through the audience.
The students began to introduce themselves one after another in an orderly fashion.
When it was Hermione's turn, everyone's gaze focused on her.
After all, the other students present were all fifth-year or above; they already had a certain foundation in magic and more or less understood magic Patterns.
Hermione, a new student from a Muggle family, choosing such an unpopular and difficult course, truly exceeded everyone's expectations.
Like a proud and confident peacock, her bright eyes were fixed on Wes throughout her self-introduction.
After the self-introduction session ended, Wes began the formal lecture.
"magic Patterns are an ancient and mysterious existence." His voice echoed in the classroom, and all the students quickly opened their books, their expressions focused, diligently taking notes.
During the teaching process, Wes skillfully interspersed stories of his own adventures, and the exciting plots often drew gasps of surprise from the students.
"In general, the application of magic Patterns is extremely wide-ranging. Whether it's setting traps, enhancing defenses, issuing warnings, or in advanced Alchemy, the subtle application of magic Patterns is indispensable."
"If you have any questions during the learning process, you can ask them at any time."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone eagerly raised their hands simultaneously.
"Oh, this is a great surprise to me."
Wes looked at the clock on the wall and said, "Fortunately, we have plenty of time, so one question per person."
Wes casually pointed to the boy in the first row on the left and said, "Mr. Wesley, you may start."
Wesley quickly stood up at the sound of his name.
"Please sit down, Mr. Wesley, let's all relax a bit," Wes said with a smile, leaning casually against the podium.
Wesley shrugged and obediently sat back in his chair.
"Professor, are the adventure stories you told true?"
"Of course." Wes nodded without hesitation.
Another wave of exclamations rippled through the classroom.
Wesley wanted to ask more questions, but Wes decisively stopped him.
"One question per person, Mr. Wesley."
Wesley reluctantly closed his mouth.
The girl behind him eagerly asked, "Professor, have you found any precious treasures during your adventures?"
Everyone pricked up their ears, eagerly awaiting the answer.
Wes stood up and gracefully turned in a circle, saying, "A Professor's meager salary can't afford this luxurious robe I'm wearing."
Wes's thoughts instantly drifted back to the difficult years of exploring the labyrinth.
"I must solemnly warn you that it is an extremely dangerous thing," he said, looking worriedly at the curious young Wizards in front of him, intentionally trying to scare them, "One careless mistake could cost you your precious life."
These words indeed had some deterrent power, and for a moment, the children were silent.
However, there were still a few bold students who continued to ask questions related to adventure.
Until the crisp sound of the bell signaling the end of class rang.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, class is dismissed."
Wes smiled, indicating that the class was over.
Hermione, however, raised her hand high.
"Miss Granger?"
"Professor, you haven't assigned any homework."
All the students glared at Hermione with looks that could kill.
Wes shrugged helplessly, "I don't want to lose my few students. What are you waiting for?"
Upon hearing this, the students hurriedly packed their books and rushed out of the classroom.
Everyone was overjoyed and cheered about not having homework, except for Hermione, who looked gloomy.
A month passed quickly.
Wes had also adapted to the rhythm of a Professor's life: only three classes a week, assigning homework once a week, and then diligently grading the students' essays.
To his surprise, some of the ideas students proposed in their essays, though somewhat naive, indeed gave Wes a lot of inspiration.
The library had also become a place Wes frequently visited over the past month.
The students were surprised to find that this young Professor was even more diligent than they were, leading to a flurry of discussions and unexpectedly fostering a strong academic atmosphere.
This weekend, Wes, uncharacteristically, did not go to the library but chose to visit Hagrid's hut instead.
As soon as Hagrid saw Wes, he enthusiastically gave him a big bear hug: "Wes, oh, I should call you Professor Erwin now."
"Come on, Hagrid, I feel more comfortable and familiar when you call me Wes."
The two seemed to have a very close relationship.
Hagrid joyfully invited Wes to try his homemade rock cakes, but Wes, looking at the rock cake that seemed hard enough to smash stones, could only politely decline.
It was deep autumn, and the burning wood in the treehouse fireplace occasionally crackled crisply.
Hagrid's dog, Fang, a sensitive and timid dog, was comfortably lying on the carpet, enjoying Wes's gentle petting.
Wes carefully examined the wooden house. The decor of the wooden house was rough, unrestrained, and even a bit crude.
However, soft fur and shed hard horns of rare and magical creatures were visible everywhere, all of which were precious and rare materials.
Wes even surprisingly saw the fur of a legendary Unicorn.
Only Hagrid, the diligent Forbidden Forest keeper, could collect so many invaluable treasures.
Hagrid was undoubtedly a master in the field of magical creatures.
However, for some unknown reasons, he could only serve in ordinary positions such as key-keeper and Forbidden Forest keeper, with a pitifully meager salary, so much so that he had to think twice before ordering a beer at a pub.
Wes gently stroked the precious furs on the ground, secretly thinking that if Hagrid could be a bit more flexible, he would have already made a fortune by reselling these rare materials.
But Hagrid was simple-minded and naive, immensely loyal to Hogwarts and Headmaster Dumbledore, and would never do anything against his principles.
"Hagrid, have you ever thought about improving your current life a little?"
"Improve my life? Why? I think I'm doing very well now, happy every day."
Hagrid's face was full of confusion.
Wes swallowed the words he was about to say.
"Nothing, just consider it my nonsense."
The two held steaming teacups and enthusiastically recounted their respective wonderful experiences.
When Wes vividly described the strange creatures he encountered during his adventures, Hagrid's eyes would always light up with excitement and interest, as if he were experiencing it firsthand.
The sky quickly darkened, and Wes politely declined Hagrid's warm invitation to dinner. His fragile and sensitive stomach simply could not enjoy the unique cuisine prepared by the half-Giant.