I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Professor Fox's first lecture was very effective.

At least, when the class was over, Lynn saw the smiles on the faces of the little wizards.

Lynn also got bonus points for getting his wish in this class.

Because he is the first young wizard of the two colleges to successfully release the wand light.

Wednesday's class was relatively easy. In addition to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the morning, there was only the astronomy class in the evening. There was a lot of free time in the middle, which could be controlled by the little wizards themselves.

Instead of spending this free time in the library as usual, Lynn came to the lawn by the Black Lake with the textbook "Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense" from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

It's still class time, and there's no one here.

Lynn opened his textbook while wearing one of his only two titles: Freshman Rookie.

Although this title has an unpleasant name, the effect is extremely useful. It can triple the learning efficiency of basic spells, allowing Lynn to quickly learn and teach many spells using lower grades.

It's just not suitable for use in crowded places, especially in the Slytherin common room.

Although it seems that the atmosphere of the Snake House is not bad, people's hearts are unpredictable.

Who knows whether those friendships are genuine or just superficial illusions.

Lynn didn't want to test other people's attitudes toward him, and even a deliberate act of kindness was better than a ripped-off.

So he specially found a place with few people, put on this title, and practiced magic alone.

Only this kind of improvement visible to the naked eye can make Lynn live a little more at ease in the not-so-safe place of the magic world.

The effect of the title is great.

After Lynn put it on, he immediately felt that his mind became extremely active, and the brain's control of the body had never been stronger.

He looked at the spell recorded in the textbook: the snot spell, a spell that could make the victim's nose runny.

There is basically no attack power, but it is disgusting enough.

According to the description in the book, Lynn waved his wand and whispered a spell to a frog by the lake: "Mucus ad Nauseam (unceasing flow)."

However, nothing happens.

But Lynn was not discouraged at all, because the moment he chanted the spell, he felt that his spellcasting was unlikely to succeed.

The incomparably clear brain was telling him that his wand swing should be faster, and that the pronunciation of the spell was not accurate enough.

So, Lynn used the snot spell again on the frog who didn't realize that he had become a test subject:

"Mucus ad Nauseam"

A dazzling green light beam shot out from Lynn's wand and hit the frog who was dazed on the shore.

Immediately, the frog was startled, croaked, jumped twice and jumped into the lake.

Lynn laughed silently, obviously his spell succeeded, the frog didn't have a runny nose because it didn't have a runny nose at all, if the spell hit a person just now, then it would play its role. some effect.

Before lunch, Lynn stayed by the Black Lake and practiced various spells. The feeling of constantly enriching himself was very addictive.

In just half the morning, he learned the three spells recorded in the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook: the snot spell, the repelling spell and the smoke screen spell.

None of these spells are powerful magics, but they can have unexpected effects in certain situations.

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There is no good food in the UK.

Lynn actually agrees with this sentence, but in this part of Europe, the communication between countries is very strong, and the cultural barriers are quite vague, especially in the area of ​​food.

British salted fish is not good, but French food tastes very good.

Lynn really liked the craftsmanship of the house-elves in Hogwarts, and the taste of lunch was very much to his taste.

Just as he was enjoying lunch, Prefect Betty sat beside him.

"Hi Lynn, are you free in the afternoon? Professor Snape needs someone to help with some potion materials. Students of other ages have classes in the afternoon."

Lynn shook his head: "Sorry, I have an appointment with someone this afternoon."

Betty frowned slightly.

"Can I take the liberty to ask who it is?"

"Professor Fox." Lynn didn't mean to hide it. He estimated that he would use Professor Fox's name to borrow books from the forbidden area of ​​the library in the future. The relationship between them must not be hidden.

Betty patted Lynn's shoulder and motioned him to look at herself. She stared at Lynn's eyes with a very serious tone.

"Remember what I said at the opening dinner? Adrian Fox is a very dangerous figure, and I don't recommend getting too close to him."

"Of course I remember."

Lynn had almost eaten at this time, he picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth:

"Thank you for your concern, I will keep your advice in my heart, and be careful when I get along with Professor Fox, goodbye."

Betty looked at Lynn who was far away, and clenched her fists and hammered the long table. She could see that Lynn didn't listen to her at all.

Lynn really didn't pay much attention to the words of Miss Prefect. There were a lot of Internet rumors in the past life. Normal people would have their own basis for judgment when dealing with things, and would not be swayed by the words of others.

For now, Lynn still feels that Professor Fox is not like the kind of perverted murderer they say.

In the afternoon, in front of Professor Fox's office, Lynn knocked on the door.

"Come in, Lynn." Professor Fox's voice came from inside, and Lynn pushed the door and walked in.

The office is not big, but it is neatly tidied up, completely inconsistent with Fox's identity as an older, single old man.

Lynn went to his desk and saw Professor Fox appearing to be working on a lesson plan for the senior class.

"Do whatever you want. I just moved into this office not long ago, and I don't have any afternoon tea snacks to entertain you."

Lynn found a chair and sat down, looking curiously at a mural hanging on the wall.

It was a knight with a spear, and the horse under the knight's crotch was staring at Lynn and puffing out his nostrils.

"Have you gotten used to living at Hogwarts these days?"

Professor Fox put down his quill, folded his hands on the table, and asked with a smile.

Lynn squeezed his cheeks sadly: "The food at Hogwarts is so good, I feel like I've gained a lot of weight."

Professor Fox was amused by his words, as the two teacups jumped out of the cupboard next to them and ran in front of them both.

The teapot on the table suddenly floated into the air and floated to the teacup in front of Lynn and filled him with black tea.

Professor Fox looked at Lynn seriously.

"You've been in touch with magic for a few days, and you probably heard something about me from your classmates, so Lynn, are you still willing to accept my investment in you?"