Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Ah-ha--"

The next morning, on Hufflepuff's dinning table, Marx yawned and slapped his mouth to slice the white bread, and even the jam was forgotten. The uniform of the school uniform robes was also slanted by him. At first glance, he was arbitrarily put on, and this sly appearance was a little less than the normal style of his normal.

"Hey, little Junior, how sleepy, didn't you sleep last night?" Carefree's Charlotte Senior Sister apparently didn't care about other people's dresses - although she always dressed up beautifully.

"Oh... yeah, a little." Marx was nodded languidly, his eyelids twitching, and it seemed that he would fall asleep next time.

"What kind of girl is thinking about?" Charlotte Senior Sister took the opportunity to say.

"Well, I miss you, ha-" Marx replied instinctively, and said that he yawned again.

Miss Charlotte obviously did not expect that the goods could quickly counterattack even when they were half-sleeping and half-awake, and they could not help but reveal the appearance of "I have served you."

"Oh! Let's wake up, I'm going to have a class in a while." She raised her hand and slammed into the back of Marx. Marx was shocked and jumped up, even the bread in her mouth fell. On the dinning table.

"I said Senior Sister, don't you have to be so embarrassed?" Marx grinned, and he felt that there must be a reddish palm print on his back.

Just then, the owls came.

Marx looked up and watched the large group of owls flying in the dinning hall, throwing their parcels or letters on the recipient's lap.

"That said, my family Marf Rio is in the Dormitory all day (it doesn't even want to go to the school's owl house), except for eating and sleeping, it's almost never used!" Marx suddenly realized that he usually patted his thigh. "What do I buy for it? It seems that I have to find something to do with it..."

Just as Marx pondered to let his own owl go out, a black shadow flew from the gate of the dinning hall, scaring the other owls apart.

“Ah?” Marx heard the sound again, and saw his own owl Marf swooping toward himself, then threw a big parcel on the open space behind Marx like a bomber, making a “hong” Loud.

“Hey.” Marf screamed, then landed on the dinning table and picked up another piece of bread from the Marx plate.

"This is your owl?" Charlotte Senior Sister stared curiously at Marf. "It's really strong. I want to raise one like this. Where did you buy it?"

"Knockturn Alley's 'Giant Spider'," Marx replied casually, pulling out a list of the parcels. "Hey, my book at Flourish & Blotts arrived."

This is Marx's first few days before the start of the school. He specially ran a book by Flourish & Blotts, some books about potion and Herbology. Although the books he ordered can be found in the library, the library books will not allow you to scribble on them.

Charlotte took a look and looked surprised. "Small Junior, are you going to finish all the courses at Hogwarts in First Year?"

Marx put the book on the parcel and said how it might be. He picked up the big parcel and walked to the common room—he had to put the books back into the dormory before class.

Harry screamed at Marx as he passed the Gryffindor's long table.

"Hey, Marx! Hagrid told me to go to him to have tea, can't you go?" he asked, waving the note in his hand to Marx.

“When?” Marx said.

"This afternoon, around three o'clock!" Harry replied.

"I have a class in the afternoon. You asked Hagrid for me. I will change my time to see him."

Harry nodded, then squatting on the table and writing something to the back of the note, he gave it to Hedwig and sent it out.

This morning, it is the first section of Hufflepuff transfiguration.

The professor of transfiguration is Minerva McGonagall, who, like Snape, is a strict instructor.

But unlike Snape, Professor McGonagall treats all four houses equally, and she will punish any student who violates the rules.

Therefore, although most of the students are afraid of the senior female professor who is always on the face, it is a kind of fear of the hundred percent.

I believe that there are definitely a few students who respect her from the heart.

Professor McGonagall's teaching methods have always been concise and effective. Just after class, she gave all the students present a horse.

“Transfiguration is your most complicated and dangerous spell in the Hogwarts course,” she said. “Anyone wants to be naughty in my class, I will ask him to go out and never let him come in again.” I’ve said it with every new student, I hope you keep it in mind as a warning.”

Then she turned her desk into an elk and changed back.

Most of them are attracted by this magical magic, and naturally it is one. In fact, Marx is probably one of the students who can best understand the difficulty. He learned this from A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.

So far, Marx has read several textbooks required by the school, and he thinks that the most difficult thing is to count the course.

The difficulty of transfiguration depends not only on the study of the principle of the wizard, but also a starting point. To be truly skilled in using transfiguration, the biggest difficulty lies in the thorough understanding of the nature of objects before and after the change.

The wizards who study transfiguration not only have to study the physical properties of objects, but also have the highest level of understanding and control over the magical properties of objects - this is very complex and profound, and can be said to be endless.

For example, if the wizard just started can turn a match into a needle of almost the same size, then the transfiguration master can turn the match into various models, various materials and even various textures. Keep it for hundreds of years!

Of course, apart from the difference in precision and consumption, the biggest difference lies in the understanding of it.

This is a very time-consuming long-term research course, and Marx finds that there is no shortcut in it, and it can only be accumulated by daily study and research.

In class, Marx turns a feather assigned to him into a metal cymbal. He still doesn't control the shape of the object very well, but Professor McGonagall still nodded to him - it is a very good performance for the original Scholar to make the object change qualitatively.

In the afternoon, there is another sleepy A History of Magic lesson. Professor Binns always uses his tedious tone to talk about the bleak magic circle of major historical events. The unfeeling way of giving lectures made almost all students uninterested in this class.

Marx can hear with keen interest pleasure. Because he found out that the contents of Professor Binns were not actually published, but were sorted out in a very organized way, and occasionally there were some things that were missed in the textbooks. I believe that this respectable Hogwarts only one after another ghost professor will prepare lessons for his class every night.

Of course, this may also be because ghost does not need to sleep at all, which makes him spend a lot of time. If you don't do anything, you will definitely be bored and want to die again.

“I heard that Professor Binns was a professor of A History of Magic at Hogwarts during his lifetime, until he came to teach one day, and he was obsessed with forgetting his body.” Ernie, sitting next to Marx, whispered .

"As you said, Professor Binns not only contributed to the teaching career for the rest of his life, but even after the death, he continued to maintain this extremely difficult persistence." Marx nodded, said.

"Listen to what you said, it is true!"

Ernie snorted and found that it seemed to be the case. He couldn't help but stand up and listen to the class seriously, but it didn't take long before he fell down again - the course itself was too boring.

The course of A History of Magic may be extremely difficult for other students, but Marx feels that time has passed.

"Marx, where are you going? Don't go to the common room, will you play chess next time?" Ernie was a little surprised.

The A History of Magic classroom is on the second floor. The little dormitory's little ones exchanged various gossip information and went downstairs. Only Marx was embarking on the upward ladder.

"Oh, I have to go to the library, there is a bit of information to check." Marx said back, but there was no pause at the foot, and soon the stairs that disappeared automatically disappeared into Ernie's sight.

The library on the fifth floor of the main Hogwarts main building is a huge monster with a huge collection of books.

Here, you can find almost all the magic books that are on the market or have been released in the past. Of course, there is a large area called the “Restricted Section”, which cannot be borrowed without the headmaster or the signature of Professor Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The administrator of the library is Madam Pince, thin, old and irritable, and looks like an old vulture whose character is violent because of hunger.

She regards the books in the library as her life and will drive out any students who attempt to alter and destroy the books. In her opinion, these baby books are her imprisonment. If possible, it is best if no one comes in.

It’s only a short time after class, there are only a few Gryffindor’s annuals in the library – their house did not schedule classes this afternoon.

"... magical creatures... magical creatures... here!"

Marx picked up his feet and pulled out a book called "People's Magical Habits and Origins" from the high bookshelf. He immediately stood there and began to page through pages.