Chapter 11 Malfurion and the New Book

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The next morning, at Hufflepuff's dining table, Maca yawned sleepily stuffing a slice of white bread into his mouth, even forgetting to spread the jam. The school uniform robe on his body was also worn crookedly by him, and it looked like he had put it on casually. This sloppy look didn't quite match his usual tidy style.

Hey, little brother, why are you so sleepy, didn't you sleep well last night? The carefree senior Charlotte obviously didn't care about other people's clothes - although she herself was always well-dressed.

Well... yes, a little bit. Maca nodded listlessly, her eyelids drooping, as if she would fall asleep in the next moment.

Which little girl are you thinking about? Senior Charlotte took the opportunity to joke.

Well, I was thinking of you, ha— Maca replied instinctively, and then yawned again.

Miss Charlotte obviously didn't expect that this guy could quickly fight back even when he was half asleep and half awake, and couldn't help showing a look of I'm convinced you.

Okay! Sober up, class will start in a while. She raised her hand and slapped Maca on the back with all her strength. Maca jumped up in shock, even the bread in her mouth It all fell on the table.

I said senior sister, don't you have to be so cruel? Maca grinned for a while, and he felt that there must be a red palm mark on his back right now.

Just then the owls came.

Maca looked up and watched the large flock of owls flying in the dining room, throwing their parcels or letters onto the recipient's lap.

Speaking of which, my Malfurion stays in the dormitory all day (he doesn't even want to go to the school's owl house), except for eating and sleeping, and he hardly uses it! Maca clapped his hands as if enlightened. Thigh, Then why do I buy it? It seems that I have to find something to do for it...

Just when Maca was thinking about letting his owls go out for a stroll, a black shadow flew over from the gate of the restaurant, scaring the other owls away.

Ah? Maca looked up again when he heard the sound, and saw his own owl Mafa swooping towards him, and then dropped a large package on the open space behind Maca like a bomber, uttering Boom! with a loud bang.

Goo. Marfa yelled, then fell to the dining table and pecked another slice of bread from Maca's dinner plate.

This is your owl? Senior Charlotte stared at Mafa curiously. It's really strong. I want to have one like this too. Where did you buy it?

The 'Giant Spider' in Knockturn Alley, Maka replied casually, pulling out a slip from the package, Oh, the book I ordered at Lihen Bookstore has arrived.

A few days before the start of school, Maca made a special trip to Lihen Bookstore to order some books about potions and herbalism. While the books he ordered are available at the library, library books don't allow you to scribble on them.

Charlotte leaned over for a few glances, and then said in surprise: Primary boy, are you going to finish all Hogwarts courses in the first grade?

Maca stuffed the book list onto the bag, and while talking about how it was possible, he picked up the big bag and walked to the lounge—he had to put the books back in the dormitory before class started.

When passing the long table of Gryffindor College, Harry stopped Maca loudly.

Hey, Maca! Hagrid told me to drink tea at his place, will you go? He waved the note in his hand and asked Maca.

When? Maca said.

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

I have class in the afternoon. Say hello to Hagrid for me. I'll reschedule to see him.

Harry nodded, then lay down on the table and wrote something on the back of the note, and handed it to Hedwig to deliver.

This morning, it was Hufflepuff's first Transfiguration lesson.

Transfiguration is taught by Minerva McGonagall, who, like Snape, is a strict tutor.

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

Therefore, although most of the students are afraid of this senior female professor who always has a straight face, they are out-and-out awe.

I believe that there are definitely not a few students who respect her from the bottom of their hearts.

Professor McGonagall's teaching style has always been concise and effective. Just after class, she gave all the students present a blow.

Transfiguration is the most complicated and dangerous spell you have in your Hogwarts class, she said. Anyone who tries to misbehave in my class, I ask him out and never let him in again. I have said this to every freshman class, and I hope you will take it to heart as a warning.

Then she turned her lectern into a moose and back again.

Most of them are attracted by this magical magic, and naturally they are one of a kind. In fact, among the students present, Maca was probably the one who understood the difficulty best. He had learned this from the Beginner's Transformation Guide before that.

So far, Maca has finished reading several textbooks required by the school, and among them, he thinks the most difficult one is probably the current course.

The difficulty of transfiguration doesn't just depend on the wizard's research on its principles, it's just a starting point. If you want to use Transfiguration skillfully, the biggest difficulty lies in a thorough understanding of the nature of the object before and after the change.

Wizards who learn transfiguration must not only study the physical properties of objects in depth, but also have the highest possible understanding and control of the magical properties of objects-this is very complicated and profound, and it can be said to be endless.

For example, if a beginner wizard can turn a match into a sewing needle of about the same size; then, a master of transfiguration can turn this match into various models, various materials, and even various textures. And keep it for hundreds of years!

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

This is a long-term research course that is quite time-consuming, and Maca has discovered that there is no shortcut in it, and it can only be accumulated through daily study and research.

In class, Maca turned a feather he was assigned into a lump of metal. He still doesn't have a good grasp of the shape of the object, but Professor McGonagall still nodded at him—it is already a very good performance for a beginner to make a qualitative change in an object.

In the afternoon, it was another drowsy history of magic class. Professor Binns always used his monotonous tone, babbling on about the boring and important historical events of the wizarding world. The unemotional lecture method made almost all students lose interest in this course.

But Maca listened with gusto. Because he discovered that what Professor Binns said was not actually written according to the text, but was sorted out in a very orderly manner, and occasionally there were some contents that were not even recorded in the textbook. Believe that this venerable Hogwarts only ghost professor will carefully prepare his lessons every night.

Of course, this may also be because the ghost does not need to sleep at all, which gives him a lot of extra time. If I don't do something, I'm sure I'll be so bored that I want to die again.

I heard that Professor Binns was the professor of the history of magic at Hogwarts before he was alive, until he came to teach one day and accidentally forgot his body. Ernie who was sitting next to Maca whispered.

As you said, Professor Binns not only devoted the rest of his life to teaching, but he continued to maintain this extremely difficult persistence even after his death. Maca nodded and said.

Hearing what you said, it's true!

Ernie froze for a moment, and realized that this was indeed the case. He couldn't help but straighten his back and listen to the class seriously, but he got down again after a while—the class itself was too boring.

The history of magic course may be extremely difficult for other students, but Maca feels that time flies by in the blink of an eye.

Maka, where are you going? Aren't you going to the lounge to play wizard chess? Ernie asked in surprise.

The history of magic classroom is on the second floor, and the little badgers in the dormitory are all exchanging various gossip information while walking downstairs. Only Maca is stepping up the upward stairs.

Oh, I have to go to the library. I need to look up some information. Maca said back, without stopping, and soon disappeared from Ernie's sight with the automatically turning stairs.

The library located on the fifth floor of Hogwarts main castle is a behemoth with a huge collection of books.

In it, you can find almost all kinds of magic books that are currently on the market or that have been released in the past. Of course, there is a large area here that is the so-called restricted book area, and it cannot be borrowed without a signature slip from the headmaster or Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The librarian was Mrs. Pince, thin, old and irritable, looking like an old vulture grumpy with hunger.

She regards the books in the library as her life, and will kick out any students who try to alter or destroy the collection. From her point of view, these precious books are her taboo, and if possible, it is best for no one to come in.

It was just past the end of get out of class, and there were only a few Gryffindor first-years in the library—their house had no classes this afternoon.

...Fantastic Creatures...Fantastic Creatures...here!

Maca stood on tiptoe and pulled out a book titled Habits and Places of Origin of Mythical Humanoid Creatures from the high bookshelf, and immediately stood there and began to look through the pages.