Homecoming from Hogwarts

Crabbe and Goyle were snoring so loudly that Harry wondered how their roommates put up with them.

But what surprised Harry even more was Professor Larsen's attitude.

He didn't seem angry at all, he just smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"It happens all the time. The snoring of Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle is no louder than your inner thoughts, so I hope you will keep trying."

This is a novel statement.

You know, no professor at Hogwarts would tolerate students sleeping in class, except Professor Binns.

But if you make such loud noise that it disrupts the class, it will not be allowed.

Crabbe and Goyle were not the only ones who fell asleep. After a while, Harry noticed that his roommate Seamus was also dozing off with his chin supported by his hand.

He looked back at Ron.

Ron sat quietly, his eyes empty, as if in a daze.

Are daydreaming and maintaining absolute peace of mind the same thing?
“Oh, looking for a state.”

Harry heard Hermione groaning in pain.

"Stay focused. Oh, no, I have to think about something."

Harry was somewhat comforted by the fact that Hermione's clever brain couldn't do that.

"I don't understand, Professor!"

Draco seemed tired of this stupid attempt. He raised his hand to attract Professor Larsen's attention and asked in a very stiff tone,

"What can we gain by just sitting there like an idiot?"

"When your mind is focused, Mr. Malfoy, you will be able to perceive a lot of information that you usually ignore--"

Professor Lahansen said calmly,
"Everything around you is changing all the time. The air is flowing, the flowers and trees are growing, and the sunlight is shifting. Everything in nature is conveying information to you in their own way, but it is blinded by your mind full of distracting thoughts."

Malfoy seemed to find this hilarious.
"But you still haven't explained, what can we gain if our hearts can calm down?"

"You will become more perceptive, Mr. Malfoy -"

Professor Larsen smiled.
"With a peaceful mind, you can clearly feel the changes in the environment. According to your thinking, you will not be easily attacked. In the duel with your opponent, you can clearly perceive the attack signals sent by your opponent. Oh, unless your opponent is a master who is good at closing his brain."

This seems to be more advanced than what Professor Brian taught, which is to observe the opponent's movements during a duel?
Harry became interested and looked at Professor Larsen intently.

Looking at Malfoy frowning as he pondered this statement, Professor Larsen continued,

“Also, perhaps you all know that the growth of magic power is a gradual process. Specifically, it will slowly increase as you grow.

To be more specific, you are in a sleeping state, but your soul is not asleep. The magical soul will interact with nature at this time and get nourished and strengthened, so that your body can accommodate more powerful magic.

So, if you can actively enter meditation, it means that you have the ability to consciously interfere with your own growth rate. "

There was an uproar, and the students were amazed at what they heard.

Even Malfoy was speechless.

Wow!
Hermione raised her hand again.

"Miss Granger?"

"I have read some records in some documents..."

Hermione took a deep breath, her eyes burning.
"Meditation existed for a long time in wizarding history, but was eventually abandoned, if that's how useful it was."

"I'm sure you've all seen how difficult it is to keep your mind calm."

Professor Larsen said:

"Wizards hope to gain a peaceful mind to accelerate the improvement of their power, but this thought itself destroys the peace of mind."

This is another paradox, Harry thought. "So what should we think about?"

Malfoy's brows were furrowed.

“You want peace of mind because you desire it, not because of the benefits it brings.”

What Professor Larsen said made many young wizards scratch their heads.

"I believe that during my teaching career at Hogwarts, most of the students I teach will be able to complete this step, which is already the limit. If you can enter a state of meditation well -"

Professor Lahansen half-knelt down, brushing his fingertips across the seedlings in front of him.
"You can try to consciously listen to the message sent by a certain creature in an ethereal state. For example, these oak seedlings—"

"What if we can do that, Professor Lahansen?"

Cedric asked, raising his hand.

This question seems to touch upon something crucial.

Professor Lahansen, who was always happy to answer questions, hesitated and gave a vague answer.
"When you communicate with it with a special emotion, you can gain a special power from the communication. Of course, this is the knowledge of the advanced course. I think we'd better not be so Gao Wuyuan--"

After finishing the popular science lecture, Professor Lahansen clapped his hands.
"Okay, I hope you guys try again."

To be honest, Harry thought that the system of knowledge he had heard this morning was quite interesting, but the problem was that it was really difficult to achieve that kind of ethereal state.

Most people dozed off after half an hour. Professor Larsen didn't mind students chatting in low voices. Of course, he wouldn't give any praise to students who tried hard, such as Hermione.

Before the get out of class ended, Professor Lahansen stared at Luna, who was using a small wooden stick to help a group of moving ants build a bridge, with interest, and nodded approvingly.

When the sunlight shining into the forbidden forest turned from pale gold to golden, Professor Lahansen finally announced the end of the class.

A group of little wizards whose legs were numb from sitting groaned and rushed to the castle impatiently.

Most people no longer thought about how to calm their minds. They just wanted to get back to the auditorium as soon as possible and fill their stomachs with delicious food.

The fifth-year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs had two Herbology classes next, so there was no need to rush to finish breakfast and climb the stairs to find the classroom.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron, who had finally gained a brief period of freedom, reunited. After walking out of the Forbidden Forest, Harry immediately noticed that there was still smoke coming out of Hagrid's hut, which was a bit unusual. Hagrid had been making breakfast when they entered the forest.

"Let's go see Hagrid—"

Harry said suddenly, running towards it before Hermione and Ron could object.

Fang was flopping around in the pumpkin patch where he was thriving, and the door to Hagrid's hut was closed, but there were noises coming from inside.

Du, du, du—
Harry knocked on the door.

"Who's knocking?"

Hagrid's gruff voice rang out.

"it's me--"

Harry said,
"And Hermione and Ron—"

"Oh, I'm sorry you three little guys, I don't have time to entertain you right now!"

Harry and the other two looked at each other.

Boom.Bang!
There was another sound of heavy hammering and something breaking from inside the house.

Then came a frantic cry.

"Who's in there, Hagrid?"

Harry yelled.

"It has nothing to do with you guys. Go to class. I have to go. Don't open the door. Dongmu, do your job. If you can't fill him up, he'll eat you next!"

Hagrid shouted. (End of Chapter)