Creating A New Legend Through Practical Magic - 35 Compass of Mysteries

The next morning, Casimir had woken up to the sound of footsteps coming from outside of their door. Most likely, the early risers have begun their daily routine, getting ready for their first day of school.

As for Draco, no need to mention that boy. He was still fast asleep.

Checking his watch, it showed that it was already 8 A.M.

Deciding to get ready since he was already awake, Casimir pulled his sluggish body off the bed, still feeling somewhat feverish but, much better than the night before. He reckoned it’ll be gone by the end of the day.

…

“What’s our first subject for the day?” Draco asked as they were eating breakfast.

“Wait. Let me see.” Casimir said, taking out a timetable containing their class schedule. “Since yesterday was a Monday, I presume, we’ll start with the Tuesday schedule which makes… History of Magic as our first subject at 9:30 to 10:30…followed by a thirty minute break then Transfiguration. After lunch, we’ll have Charms, then, Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

“… I just asked for the first subject.” Draco said with furrowed eyebrows. “Why do you French people always make things longer than they should be?”

(Casimir: Are you referring to the baguette or the French Revolution?)

“Well, I just thought that, since I’ve already taken a look at the timetable, I might as well say everything!” Casimir defended.

“Alright. I get it.” Draco surrendered and stood up. “We better go. We still need to find where our classroom is.”

“You’re alright now, right?” He suddenly turned to look at Casimir.

“Yeah. Sorry for making you worry.” Casimir smiled.

“Who’s worried about you?! I just don’t want you to suddenly fall unconscious and have to be dragged by me to get healed!”

…

“I think we’re lost.” Draco said, staring at a set of hallways that he would’ve sworn they had passed by twice already.

“Nope. We are Really lost.” Casimir said with a straight face.

“Oh, yes. Very helpful clarification there, Marie! Extremely helpful!” Draco exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

“Thank you for the sarcasm. I needed that to help digest my breakfast.” Casimir smirked. “But you seem to be forgetting something, Captain Draco.”

“When going on a voyage through unexplored territory, there is no need for any worry! For who am I? I am Casimir Marie Proulx! The omnipotent wanderer!” Casimir arrogantly declared.

“Yeah. But, do you know the way?” Draco asked indifferently, apparently already used to such antics.

“Of course! Have you ever wondered how I never got lost even after wandering so much?” Casimir said mysteriously, pulling out something from his pocket. “That’s because, I have a secret weapon.”

“The compass of mysteries!” Casimir pulled out a bronze compass from his pocket.

“It doesn’t have an arrow.” Draco pointed out as he looked the compass over with a dubious expression.

“That’s because it’s not an ordinary compass, Draco dear. It’s a magical compass!” Casimir said proudly. “All you have to do is say your destination aloud while holding it in your hand and an arrow made of light will appear to point the way! Neat right? I found it one time in the storage room of our manor.”

“Well, what are you waiting for then?! Hurry and have it lead us to our class if it’s so great!” Draco shouted.

“Got it, Captain! Compass! Take us to the History of Magic classroom!”

…

Ten minutes later, they arrived in front of a set of doors that led to the History of Magic classroom, barely having five minutes left before the class would start.

“… Well, I’ll admit that the compass or whatever was helpful this time.” Draco coughed and entered the classroom.

“Thank you for your praise, captain!” Casimir playfully saluted and entered after Draco, finding their seats at the back part of the class.

The class turned out to be very horrible.

It was so boring that Casimir felt he would rather listen to Lucius Malfoy recite poetry than to sit there for one more minute than necessary.

The class was taught by an old ghost who had died when he had fallen asleep in front of a staff room fire. The next morning, he had directly gotten up from his dead body and went on to teach class. His name should be, Professor Binns? Casimir tried to recall.

That class, Casimir went to take a nap, deciding to just copy the notes from the ever diligent Draco when they get to their room later on.

After taking a short break, they went on to their next subject which was Transfiguration, taught by, Professor McGonagall herself.

At first, they didn’t notice the teacher but, somehow, the tabby cat on top of the teacher’s desk made Casimir feel as though it was human. It looked too smart to be a normal cat.

Due to that, Casimir stayed quiet and just stared at the cat cautiously. Soon enough, the cat noticed his staring and began to stare back. Pretty soon, they were having a full blown staring contest.

When the clock struck exactly eleven, the spell was undone and the cat turned into a human. It was Professor McGonagall!

“Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts.” She began to speak after the students had quietened down. “Anyone messing around my class will leave and never come back. You have been warned.”

She then turned the door into a dog and then back to being a door again, catching them in surprise and awe. Soon, everyone wanted to be able to do the same but, it proved to be much more difficult than expected.

After a while of listening to lessons and watching Draco furiously write down notes, they were finally given matches and were instructed to turn them into needles.

Fortunately, Draco and Casimir had been taught by Lucius Malfoy himself about the basics of transfiguration and had even been shown some of his notes.

Needless to say, the both of them managed to turn their matches into perfect needles on their first try, garnering the praise of Professor McGonagall and looks of either envy or admiration from the other students.