Hogwarts: Through the Veil of Time

The auditorium was indeed large, and the tables and benches stood here in a sort of amphitheater to the left and right of the entrance. Opposite the entrance to the auditorium there was a huge stained glass window and a pile of books around the teacher's desk. Before we had time to properly sit around, a small old man in a tailcoat and green robe appeared from the adjoining door. Another half-breed. Interesting.

Professor Filius Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw, turned out to be a pretty good storyteller, and most importantly, he was passionate about his work, his subject, and magic. It was a pleasure to listen to him, and practice was easy not only for me, but also for those who succumbed to the enthusiasm of this teacher.

After Charms, there was one of the optional subjects on the schedule, and in my case, Care of Magical Creatures. To be honest, I wasn't particularly interested in who else besides me took this subject, but it seemed like a lot of them, if not almost everyone.

Our course headed first to the castle hall in a disorderly, noisy crowd, and then out into the street. The weather was a bit overcast, but judging by the clouds, the sun would come out any minute. And so it happened "as soon as we reached Hagrid's hut, the first rays of the midday sun began to warm us with their warmth.

"What a stupid book!" many were indignant, but the loudest of all, unsurprisingly, was Malfoy.

Hagrid was already waiting for us at the door of his hut, and next to him sat an almost black, overgrown Great Dane. The dog was a match for his owner, a match.

"Come on!" Hagrid shouted in his booming bass voice. "I've prepared a lesson for you. Everyone, follow me, forward!"

It looks like the bearded man has come up with something out of the ordinary. Given the rumors, anything can happen.

Hagrid led us along the edge of the forest, and this caused excitement in the eyes of many. On the contrary, I liked the forest. For reasons that were quite understandable to me. As soon as I figured out reliable protection from the Dementors, I will definitely take a walk there "the elf is just asking to come.

Hagrid led us to a spacious and empty enclosure.

"Please stand along the fence, everyone!" he ordered. "So that everyone, er... can see clearly. And now, first of all, open your books..."

"What?" Malfoy's voice rang out nearby, drawing the attention of those present. "How do you open it?"

And why did he and his entire faculty come so close to us? To get away from the Gryffindors? They are just in a completely different direction. Oh, Daphne.

"Hello, Greengrass.

"Granger," the brunette nodded, looking at the book in bewilderment.

"Stroke the spine," I quietly prompted, so that only she could hear.

Daphne looked at me rather suspiciously, but I just smiled back.

"How are we going to open them?" Malfoy continued to complain.

At that moment, Daphne opened the book. I opened the book. My Hufflepuff comrades opened the book too "I told them how to do it.

"Tyu-yu, Mister Malfoy, "I grinned, looking at the displeased blond. "Is this the first time you've picked up a book?

With a subtle gesture from under the open book, I pointed my wand towards the same one, but closed, in Malfoy's hands, whispering, "Alohomora." The clasp on his book opened, and this magical wonder immediately opened up into a mouth.

"A-a-a! "the blond screamed when the book tried to chew his hand.

To Malfoy's credit, he immediately slammed it shut and fastened the clasp. Naturally, such an incident caused laughter from those around him, and while everyone was distracted, he hid his wand in his holster as unnoticeably as he had taken it out. Oh, I wish I could fully restore my elven motor skills, if that was even possible. Skills come back quickly, yes, but I want everything right here and now, or better yet, yesterday.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, "I smiled, looking at the disgruntled blond. "The book almost ate the face of the faculty.

"Yes, children... "to Hagrid's surprise, most of the students managed it one way or another, and the reason for this was nothing other than word of mouth, because I had told them about the method. "That's right, you need to stroke the spine.

"That's a good joke," Malfoy was literally seething with indignation, amid the laughter of the others. "To recommend a textbook that's ready to chop off your hand!"

I was frankly amused by the arrogance of this rich kid, and I didn't think it was necessary to remain silent in such a situation.

"And you, Mr. Malfoy, are you a wizard, or a Muggle with a wand, who is not able to cope with a magic book?

"You think you're the smartest?" Malfoy moved forward.

"I know.

"That's enough! Everyone calm down, "Hagrid raised his voice a little, but with his size and timbre it was more than enough. "Now you can use the textbooks. But the main thing, of course, is the magical creatures. I'll go get them, wait...

Hagrid quickly disappeared behind the trees.

"Excellent! The school is going to hell! "Malfoy was indignant, to the approving nods of some of his comrades from his faculty. "This blockhead will teach us! I'll tell my father "he'll have a stroke!

Potter, Weasley and Hermione were literally breaking through the crowd towards us. Hmm…

"Don't forget to finish him off by not being able to open the book," it was absolutely impossible not to insert this after his phrase, which caused a series of laughter from those around me, and another portion of indignation and contempt from Malfoy himself.

"Shut up, Malfoy," Potter growled as he reached us, supported by his company.

"Hello, my sister's talking hedgehog friend," I raised my right hand like a Roman. "I come in peace."

More laughter put an end to the conflict.

"A-a-a... Hedgehog? "Potter didn't understand at first, but it dawned on him quickly, and the guy tried to smooth down his unruly hair sticking out in all directions. "It's... It can't be fixed.

"Ah, you and Mr. Malfoy are obviously of the same blood.

"Wha-at? "the blond showed signs of life, but I didn't listen to him, turning to Daphne. "Miss Greengrass, do you know if there are any spells to put your head in order?

"If it's a facade, yes. But there may be problems with the contents.

"I suppose problems can arise without it...

Hermione, who had obviously come as part of Potter's support group, tried to somehow get close to me and talk, but the discordant stomping nearby attracted the attention of the students, and when real hippogriffs ran from the forest into the enclosure, the crowd literally exploded with shock, fear and admiration.

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