days at Hogwarts

Chapter 168
The Transfiguration class in the second grade has already begun to implement the reformed teaching plan.

The knowledge before the reformation is mainly the detailed and comprehensive basic principles and applications of Transfiguration. After the reformation, most of the principles have been deleted from the teaching content. The purpose of teaching has become to let young wizards have a basic understanding and mastery of Transfiguration.

The focus of the lecture was to remove the large sections of theories and principles, and instead explain in detail the key points of casting spells, how to stabilize deformation, and the application of deformation.

Just like the mathematics class no longer explains the derivation process of formulas and theorems, but directly teaches students how to use them and how to solve problems.

Even the sample questions are kept unchanged. The swimming pool that is filled with water while the water is flowing out in the classroom will not become an engineering team of A and B, and two people chasing back and forth along the same road will not run in circles.

Professor McGonagall no longer requires everyone's deformed items to be perfect and flawless, and no longer requires the perfection of details to be exquisite and beautiful.

The basic transfiguration techniques demonstrated in class have been simplified a lot. The buttons conjured up by beetles no longer have exquisite patterns, and no longer pursue layered colors. They are just ordinary black double-hole buttons.

Before the restructuring, the ink Hermione spent on notes in each class was about half the depth of the pinky knuckle measured from the outside of the ink bottle, and now it is only half of the original amount.After one class, Hermione's notes were more than half shorter than before, and the extra time even made her a little at a loss.

After Professor McGonagall explained the key points of casting spells, he made a demonstration, and left the rest of the time for everyone to practice freely.Hermione successfully conjured buttons last time, and this time she succeeded even more once.

The vine wooden wand was on the button little by little. Hermione looked at the buttons with yellow-green stripes on the side and hollow embossed buttons on the front and back, her small face was full of complexity and disappointment.

For the first time, Hermione felt that the class was a bit boring.

In the front, Harry and Ron also deformed the basic shape of the button, and now they are using the button as a marble, hitting their respective buttons with their fingers.Accidentally knocking the other party's buttons out of the desk, a smug smile appeared on his face, as if this was something extraordinary.

Extremely childish.

Looking aside, Loren at the same table is also playing with his deformed button.

It's just that the shape of this button is a bit special. There are three small wheels on the bottom that should be flat. Loren is using a magic wand to control the button tricycle to cruise around the table.

Lips curled up, now and then whispering imitation of the beeping of a trumpet.

"Childish!" Hermione whispered.

She waved her magic wand lightly, and the button in front of her also had a few more wheels. The button wobbled forward for a certain distance, and after slowly stabilizing, the button mini remote control car accelerated instantly and sped towards Loren's car.

The two buttons hit together with a soft click.

Loren raised his eyes, and the two met their eyes.For a moment, the point of confrontation, the midpoint where the eyes meet, an invisible flash bursts out.

Soon, the two button cars were fighting together, and the battle was fierce...

On the other side of the Transfiguration classroom, the group of little wizards in Slytherin was much quieter, and the atmosphere was not as lively as the other side.

Draco was sitting next to Goyle, trying to turn the buttons into the cufflinks of his magic robe, slowly adjusting the arc of the rounded corners.

On the other side of Goyle, Vincent Crabbe sneered, snapped his button in front of Draco, and said arrogantly, "Shall I teach you how to change?"

His buttons had become the shape Draco wanted them to be, smooth, neatly shaped, gracefully curved, and even had more Slytherin snakes than the original ones on his robes.

Gore, who was sitting in the middle, didn't notice the strange atmosphere. He exclaimed in admiration, causing several young wizards around to turn their heads and join in the praise.

"Have you practiced secretly?"

"I feel that I can already give Professor McGonagall extra points."

Draco took a deep breath, put down the wand in his hand, and followed suit with a smile and praised: "I think this style of buttons can be used in the magic robe next year, and it must be better than other colleges."

Draco joked with them, chatted about Quidditch, laughed and belittled the broomsticks of other houses, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Not normal, this Crabbe is definitely not normal.

Last year, Crabbe and Goyle were still at the tail end of the crane, and their studies seemed to be missing half of their brains. Sometimes it even made people feel that they had lost the face of pure blood.

Some young wizards in Slytherin would almost call them stupid pigs, and now, Crabbe was learning Transfiguration faster than him.

Thinking of the conversation in the locker room, Draco felt the uncomfortable feeling in him intensify.

He inadvertently glanced to the side, facing Crabbe's gaze. There were no scarlet bloodshot eyes, nor pale pupils, but those eyes were strangely indifferent and had a hint of sinister.

Crabbe grinned, flashing him a terrifying grin.

Draco felt a chill, the pores on the back of his neck and arms shrank, and the hairs stood up one by one.

"By the way," he asked casually, "did you tell Goyle about the Quidditch thing next week?"

The sinister eyes stagnated, and the strong sense of discomfort gradually faded away, and Crabbe seemed to be the Crabbe he was familiar with again—tall but stupid, with some irascibility...

The next day, news spread throughout Hogwarts that Draco Malfoy's father, schoolmaster Lucius Malfoy, was stopped by Filch outside the castle gate.

As a well-known rich young man in the school, Draco was known to many students. When the first grade just started, his stinky character and bad language provoked many people. After Christmas, the reputation stopped a little.

In addition, the Malfoy family, as a first-class pure-blood family, has business contacts with many young wizards' families, and many young wizards even rely on the Malfoy family for food.Before Draco entered school, many little wizards were told by their parents to make friends with Draco.

So the news that Lucius was deflated spread quickly. He was stopped in the morning, and spread throughout the school between the first class.

"Ha, Malfoy is finally exhausted, and the school manager can no longer control school affairs!" As Draco's deadly enemy, Harry was very happy to hear the news.

If only Hagrid had been guarding the gate, he thought, he might have thrown Malfoy's dad out.

Although Huolong had been helped in the matter, he still didn't like Malfoy.After what happened at Lihen Bookstore before school started, he became more determined to dislike Malfoy.

Seamus and Ron were playing a game of button chariots. When the transformation class was over yesterday, they saw the game played by Hermione and Loren, and they all thought it was very interesting.

As a result, the Gryffindor boys were missing a button today.

Seamus was missing two, and his first one had already been won by Ron.He steered his Thunderbolt [-] into Ron's Charlie Rocket with a 'bang' in his mouth.

Unable to knock it out of the line, Seamus shook his head in disappointment, and looked up to pick up Harry's topic: "Malfoy's father still came in later, using the reason of visiting friends, to visit Snape."

"Must be an excuse for impromptu collusion!" Harry said loudly.

Ron's turn was over, and he stood up to relax his numb calves and knees: "I think so too, Hufflepuff was in class with Slytherin, and Rolf said that halfway through the class, Malfoy was killed." His father called him away."

He glanced left and right and asked, "Where's Loren and Hermione? Where did they go?"

"Professor Flitwick called them over, as if it was some club business," Harry replied.

……

When Loren and Hermione came out of Professor Flitwick's office, Hermione's head was still a little dizzy.

She confirmed to Loren in disbelief: "Professor Flitwick... he, I... I mean, he really made us the head of the new department of the Charms Club?"

"Yes." Loren watched Hermione slightly open her mouth in surprise, and nodded helplessly. As long as it involves the professor's approval and praise, Hermione will be flattered.

"You still refused!?" Hermione looked straight at him.

"It's not a rejection," Loren explained, "it's about thinking about it."

"But...we...Professor Flitwick..." Hermione stammered.To her, professors are respectable teachers, and if she can help a professor with something, she should agree directly.Loren's refusal was simply unbelievable.

Loren dragged Hermione, who was still a little confused, to walk slowly: "Not only Professor Flitwick's club needs the leader of the junior grades, but Professor McGonagall should also need it. I think you might want to be the leader of the Transfiguration Club."

This is what he realized after listening to Professor Flitwick's invitation. Each club will definitely be divided into upper grades and lower grades, and student representatives in both parts need to respond.However, due to the resurrection drug experiment and laziness, he may not have time to do complicated club work.

Hermione's eyes lit up when she heard it. Although she was Professor Flitwick's favorite student and thought Professor Flitwick was very good, if there was a choice, Professor McGonagall would be better.

Thinking of becoming the junior leader of the Transfiguration Club, and always being able to get in close contact with Professor McGonagall to discuss knowledge of Transfiguration, Hermione suddenly looked forward to the opening of the club.

Thinking about the future, thinking about the words of praise that the professor might say when communicating with Professor McGonagall, she looked down at her toes, laughing naively from time to time.

Walking to the corner of the stairs, an unexpected figure stood there, waiting for the two of them.

Draco walked up to the two of them, looked at Loren, and then at Hermione who was beside him. He was silent for a while, hesitating how to speak.

Hermione understood immediately, and she patted Loren's arm: "I'll wait for you in the common room."

Turned around and walked away neatly.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was not as hostile to Muggles as before, he always felt a little guilty when facing Hermione. He said to Loren, "I have something to tell you."

Loren's heart moved, thinking of Lucius' visit, he nodded: "Let's find an empty classroom."

……

After Lucius received Draco's letter last night, he didn't close his eyes all night. Every time he closed his eyes, Voldemort's face came to mind.

He stared at him with snake-like vicious eyes, even though he maintained Occlumency with all his heart, he still felt that he was seen through.All the memories in my mind were tossed out, and all thoughts and emotions couldn't be hidden in front of the Dark Lord.

Thankfully, the Dark Lord enjoys the fear of others, and for servants like them, the more fear they have, the more they please Voldemort.

Only this time was different, Voldemort asked over and over again: "Lucius, where is my diary?"

"Lucius, where's the diary?"

"Where's the diary?"

Lucius was terrified by his fantasy, and he relaxed a little after recognizing the surrounding environment.He looked around, thinking that the lights in the office of Head Slytherin, Professor of Potions, were still too dim.

Compared to the haggard Lucius, Snape looked radiant, his eyes suppressed the light that was about to overflow at any time.

"Is something brought?" Snape spoke slowly, with an irrefutable sense of oppression.

Lucius became more energetic. He squinted his eyes slightly, and under the cover of the dim light, he quietly observed this former fellow-in-law.

Ten years ago, although Snape showed talent for potions, his mind was pitifully simple, even stupid.It was this stupidity that put Snape closer to the Dark Lord than Lucius, at the heart of the Death Eaters.

But since the Dark Lord's accident, he couldn't understand Snape.First, with the help of Dumbledore, he was freed from the torture of dementors, and even entered Hogwarts to become a professor and became the dean of Slytherin.He was simply the whitest of all the Death Eaters.

With the help of his talent, the potion business is getting bigger and bigger, and their market share can be said to be the largest in the world.The magic council in the United States hated it, but there was nothing they could do about it.

It's just that Crabbe screwed up and complicated things.The power of the school board is limited, and they cannot visit the school on their own initiative. Now they can only wait for the weekend vacation before the two sides can exchange raw materials and potions.The butt was also replaced by Crabbe.

"The raw materials and rewards for this batch are all here. As you wish, I have replaced Galleons with the materials you want."

Putting a box-shaped spatial equipment on the edge of the table and handing it over, Lucius asked casually, "Why do you need so many two-legged beast horns and amphora, and are you planning to develop any new medicine?"

"It's nothing to do with you," Snape said with a sarcasm smile, "it's Mr. Malfoy's sudden visit. What's the matter?"

Lucius' complexion changed, his mind was flying.He wanted to talk to Snape, talk about the Dark Lord, talk about Dumbledore, and even talk about Crabbe.

But he couldn't bet on which side Snape was on. If he guessed wrong, he might be doomed.

After struggling violently for a while, he couldn't make up his mind in the end, so he just said quietly: "Pay more attention to your students, some people can't hold back."

"Besides," Lucius took out another box and looked at him seriously and sincerely, "This one is paid by me personally, please, help me take care of Draco."

After speaking, Lucius got up and left the office, and left without looking back.

Only Snape was left sitting behind the desk, his face sunk into the shadows, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.

(End of this chapter)