George closed the magic book in his hand and looked at the three with a slight smile.
"That's really too bad, I quite like this bed and don't want to give it up."
"You don't seem to understand the current situation?"
The three Young Wizards simultaneously took a step forward, a threatening look on their faces.
"You should know that while the school forbids us from using magic to attack, it doesn't say we can't use our fists."
In their eyes, George was much thinner than them in both height and build, and moreover, there were three of them and only one George.
If George didn't understand the situation, they wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson.
"As far as I know, the Slytherin tradition is that whoever is more excellent is the boss. If in future studies, you are more excellent than me and have better grades, then I am willing to give up my bed.
What do you think?"
George suggested with a smile.
If possible, he still didn't want to hit Young Wizards.
After all, he was now a proper Wizard.
And the most important thing for a Wizard is elegance; rolling up sleeves to beat people is what warriors do.
"What is he saying? He means that he, a half-blood, will have better grades than us three pure-bloods in the future? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard!"
The leading Young Wizard burst into laughter upon hearing this, and the two Young Wizards beside him quickly followed suit.
"I command you now, immediately take your luggage and that stupid pet, and get to the innermost bed, otherwise you will surely regret it."
"Alright, since you don't want to compete on grades, then I also know a bit of fisticuffs."
Seeing how oblivious his three new roommates were, George placed the magic book by the bed, then stood up and stretched his limbs.
Without magic, without abilities, relying purely on physical strength, at his current level, let alone the three in front of him, even if all the first-year Young Wizards came at him together, he could make them all cry.
It wasn't that he had any particularly brilliant fighting techniques; it was purely that his strength and speed far surpassed these Young Wizards.
"It seems you really need a lesson."
The three Young Wizards, seeing George stand up, said no more, rolled up their Wizard robes, and lunged forward.
Two minutes later, George elegantly sat back down, picked up his magic book, and said while reading:
"I advise you not to think about going to the teachers and prefects to complain, otherwise, the story of three of you fighting me, and still ending up like this, if it gets out, your next seven years will be..."
"We know, you... you don't be so smug, you just have a bit more strength, if you're so capable, let's compete on grades and magic in the future!"
The three Young Wizards, lying on the ground bruised and tear-stained, immediately changed their expressions upon hearing this, then stammered in reply.
Just now, they really had thought about going to the teachers to complain and have them severely punish George, but now, thinking about it, if they really did that, they might truly become the laughingstock of the entire school.
So they could only use the excuse of competing on grades to save a little face.
"I said we should compete on grades just now, but you insisted on competing with fists, sigh..."
George shook his head, and the three Young Wizards' faces grew even uglier, clearly also regretting it greatly.
The next day, early morning.
While the three bruised Young Wizards were still sound asleep, George, who had slept for seven full hours, opened his eyes on time.
After a simple wash-up, he went to the common room.
Because the prefect had said yesterday when he left that the week's timetable would be posted in the common room after six in the morning.
It was now seven-twenty, and the Young Wizards' normal class time was nine o'clock, so most people had not yet woken up.
In the common room, there were only a few particularly diligent older Wizards reviewing their studies, probably fifth-year Wizards, as they were taking the most important Wizard O.W.L Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination this year.
"Only one class today?"
Finding the posted timetable, George discovered that on the first day of school, first-year Slytherin only had one History of Magic class at two in the afternoon, and all other times were free activity.
However, looking further, it wasn't so relaxed every day; Tuesday had two Transfiguration Classes in the morning and one Defense Against the Dark Arts Class in the afternoon.
Wednesday had two Herbology Classes in the morning and a rest in the afternoon.
Thursday had Transfiguration Class plus Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms Class in the afternoon, and another History of Magic class in the evening.
Friday had two Potions in the morning, one Herbology in the afternoon, and one Astronomy in the evening.
It also noted that Flying Class would start from the second week, scheduled after Thursday afternoon's Charms Class.
And the timetable also indicated the names of the houses that would attend each class together.
Because of limited teaching staff and too few students in each house.
So at Hogwarts, it was basically two houses attending one class together, with twenty-something people in one classroom.
For example, Potion Class and Flying Class would be taken with first-year Gryffindor.
Charms Class and Transfiguration Class would be with Hufflepuff.
Herbology Class, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Astronomy would all be with Ravenclaw.
At the same time, the locations of the classrooms for each subject were also marked.
"Charms Class is too little."
After memorizing the entire timetable, George couldn't help but frown.
For him, among all subjects, Charms Class was the most important, because most magic principles and basic Charms were taught in this class.
But the timetable only had one class per week, just like Astronomy, which was useless.
However, after thinking about it, it made sense.
This was the first year, and there were many children from Muggle families who knew nothing about magic, so there was no need to rush to master so many Charms; building a good foundation was more important.
"It seems I still have to rely on myself."
Courses of this intensity were too little for him; to master more magic, he still needed to spend more time self-studying.
Fortunately, unlike Knockturn Alley, even self-study at Hogwarts was much more efficient.
Because if he didn't understand something, he could ask teachers at any time, or go to the library to consult the vast number of free magic books.
"Since I only have class in the afternoon, I'll take a good stroll in the morning."
George did not continue reading, but instead wandered around the entire Hogwarts Castle.
He would be studying here for the next seven years, so he definitely needed to scout out and familiarize himself with every place first, so that it would be convenient for anything later, and also to recognize the classrooms in advance.
Walking out of the Slytherin common room, he first explored the entire dungeon.
Don't underestimate the dungeon; the dungeon under Hogwarts Castle is very large and winding, and just a rough tour took him nearly an hour.
The boathouse, dungeon storeroom, the room where ghosts often gathered for the Deathday Party, the Potion Class classroom, the Slytherin Dean's office, the fifth underground classroom, the Hogwarts kitchen, and the Hufflepuff dormitories.
The kitchen door was closed, and he could only hear the House-elves inside making breakfast with magic, dinging and donging.
The entrance to the Hufflepuff dormitory was a pile of wooden barrels, requiring specific tapping to enter, so he didn't go in to visit, but instead went up to the first-floor great hall, preparing to eat breakfast.
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