Chapter 293
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Qing Mo Da Xian
After class, Hermione blocked Vincent.
"You actually learned to cast spells without a staff!"
"I can only barely get started."
She tightened her lips, "I accidentally saw that you didn't even say the spell."
"Er—that's a silent spell." Vincent looked around, "The reason why I can see thestrals is because I have to learn these a few years in advance."
Hermione took a half step back in horror, and lowered her voice very low, "Could you have learned some terrible black magic?"
"Professor Dumbledore knows." He also lowered his voice, "You should be familiar with the dark arts—forget it, I think you can figure it out yourself."
She looked directly into those blue eyes, "You want to say that there is no black and white in magic, only the wizards who use it?"
"Yes." Vincent was slightly surprised, "I thought you would be very repulsive."
"It was indeed like this in the beginning." Hermione looked at a certain tower of the castle,
"Later, I figured it out. It's not okay to know nothing about black magic, and it's even more impossible to study it in depth."
Vincent was silent.
The reason why black magic is black magic is because there is no counter-spell that can completely counteract it, apart from affecting itself.
Being unaffected in use doesn't mean being able to be unscrupulous.
He didn't stay silent for too long, "How does it feel to try to fit in with the crowd?"
"It's terrible, I feel like I have split into another personality."
"Come on, you will become the perfect Hermione Granger in people's hearts."
Hermione was unimpressed, and even rolled her eyes at him.
"Thanks, I think I'm fine now."
"Well, there is one minute left."
"5 minutes for what?"
Vincent raised his hand and held the watch in front of her eyes, "There are still 5 minutes until the next Transfiguration class."
"Then hurry up!" Hermione strode towards the castle.
"Aren't you going to get rid of the smell first?"
She drew her wand as she ran, feeling the breeze blowing against her face much stronger before she could say the spell.
She looked back to see that Vincent had just lowered his wand.
"What else can you not?"
"Dark magic, plus the Unforgivable Curse."
"I'm really curious about what you've been doing in North America."
"You know I can't say it, at least not now."
Hermione, who turned her head back, pouted and rushed into the castle at a faster speed.
When the two ran to the Transfiguration classroom, Harry and Ron just came down.
Although they had just taken a shower, they were sweating again.
"Thank God, it's a good thing I'm not late!"
The social death duo still remembers the first class last year.
They still vividly remember the large passage that Mag spoke at a very fast speed.
"Where have you been?" James smirked and gave Vincent an elbow.
"We chatted for a while."
"And proper exercise?"
"My Merlin—" Vincent leaned back exaggeratedly, "What did you learn during the summer vacation?"
James smiled mysteriously, "I came back too late yesterday, so I'll open your eyes after class."
"Thank you, I don't need it."
"I don't need either."
Although Neville didn't understand much, he also tactfully refused.
All three of them believed that the title of Hogwarts Master Dirty belonged to James.
"Cut—don't regret it."
Vincent held back his laughter and stabbed him back.
When James saw McGonagall coming in, he immediately sat upright like a baby.
"Everyone is better than last year." She glanced at Harry and Ron. "I hope you can keep it up."
The students all held back their laughter and looked at the red-faced duo of social and death.
"Okay, let's turn to page No. 17 of the textbook." Mag took out a large cage from under the podium.
It was densely packed with small dark beetles.
"Who can tell me, what is the difference between the transformation of living creatures and the transformation of objects?"
Hermione raised her little hand at an unprecedented speed almost as soon as she finished speaking.
"Miss Granger."
"Objects can be transformed into any shape at will, while the deformation of living things must consider factors such as volume."
"The answer is correct, and Gryffindor will add 10 points." McGonagall opened the big cage, and after lightly clapping his hands, the little beetle flew towards the students automatically.
"Follow the textbook and turn it into a button."
Vincent is still the fastest.
After all, he calls himself Doctor Beetle and knows everything about them.
The jet-black buttons are trimmed in gold, with the letter "W" in the center of the same gold.
"Very beautiful." McGonagall twisted the button, "Mr. Wayne, I think it deserves 20 points for you."
"Thank you Professor."
Hermione's finished product was basically the same as his.
But it's red-edged, and the letter becomes "G".
It's also 20 points, and I was stunned to see the little eagles who were in class together.
Even with the existence of the social death duo, Gryffindor is still very strong this year.
"Crackling—" Ron's wand sparkled.
The little beetle in front of him was unmoved, and didn't even bother to move.
"Change for me!"
Perhaps it was too much force, the crack on his wand widened, and thick gray smoke that smelled like rotten eggs even came out from the tip of the wand.
"Hey, lend me your duct tape."
Without a word, Hermione opened the stationery bag and took out a roll of magic tape.
Tape, which would repair normal items, obviously couldn't repair his wand.
"Give me another change—"
Ron's wand, which had been wound several times, emitted an even bigger puff of smoke.
"Ahem——" Hermione, who was the first to bear the brunt, took a puff unfortunately.
McGonagall raised her wand, dispelling the expanding smoke.
"Mr. Weasley, is there something wrong with your wand?"
"Professor, since yesterday—"
"puff--"
Ron narrowed his eyes and stared at Seamus, who was sitting behind him.
"It's been like this since it fell down yesterday."
Mag nodded slightly, and sat back without saying a word.
"Give me a change -"
Fully prepared, Hermione waved her wand and put on the textbook-turned gas mask.
"Ahem——" Ron was blinded by the smoke, and waved his arms wildly trying to drive away the smoke.
After McGonagall dispersed again, he found that the little beetle on his table had been crushed.
Her face was very ugly.
"Professor, can I have another beetle?"
"Come here and get it." She didn't show a good face to the stubborn Ron.
Although there is a big problem with the wand, it is still his own fault.
It's impossible to be controlled by a house-elf without driving secretly.
Without being contained, there is no chance of hitting the Whomping Willow and throwing the wand out of the crack.
She hoped Ron would understand that.
But obviously, he didn't think it was his problem.
When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, she wasn't surprised by Harry's expression of relief.
In order for them to reflect deeply, it seems that something more ruthless is needed.
……
……
"You actually learned to cast spells without a staff!"
"I can only barely get started."
She tightened her lips, "I accidentally saw that you didn't even say the spell."
"Er—that's a silent spell." Vincent looked around, "The reason why I can see thestrals is because I have to learn these a few years in advance."
Hermione took a half step back in horror, and lowered her voice very low, "Could you have learned some terrible black magic?"
"Professor Dumbledore knows." He also lowered his voice, "You should be familiar with the dark arts—forget it, I think you can figure it out yourself."
She looked directly into those blue eyes, "You want to say that there is no black and white in magic, only the wizards who use it?"
"Yes." Vincent was slightly surprised, "I thought you would be very repulsive."
"It was indeed like this in the beginning." Hermione looked at a certain tower of the castle,
"Later, I figured it out. It's not okay to know nothing about black magic, and it's even more impossible to study it in depth."
Vincent was silent.
The reason why black magic is black magic is because there is no counter-spell that can completely counteract it, apart from affecting itself.
Being unaffected in use doesn't mean being able to be unscrupulous.
He didn't stay silent for too long, "How does it feel to try to fit in with the crowd?"
"It's terrible, I feel like I have split into another personality."
"Come on, you will become the perfect Hermione Granger in people's hearts."
Hermione was unimpressed, and even rolled her eyes at him.
"Thanks, I think I'm fine now."
"Well, there is one minute left."
"5 minutes for what?"
Vincent raised his hand and held the watch in front of her eyes, "There are still 5 minutes until the next Transfiguration class."
"Then hurry up!" Hermione strode towards the castle.
"Aren't you going to get rid of the smell first?"
She drew her wand as she ran, feeling the breeze blowing against her face much stronger before she could say the spell.
She looked back to see that Vincent had just lowered his wand.
"What else can you not?"
"Dark magic, plus the Unforgivable Curse."
"I'm really curious about what you've been doing in North America."
"You know I can't say it, at least not now."
Hermione, who turned her head back, pouted and rushed into the castle at a faster speed.
When the two ran to the Transfiguration classroom, Harry and Ron just came down.
Although they had just taken a shower, they were sweating again.
"Thank God, it's a good thing I'm not late!"
The social death duo still remembers the first class last year.
They still vividly remember the large passage that Mag spoke at a very fast speed.
"Where have you been?" James smirked and gave Vincent an elbow.
"We chatted for a while."
"And proper exercise?"
"My Merlin—" Vincent leaned back exaggeratedly, "What did you learn during the summer vacation?"
James smiled mysteriously, "I came back too late yesterday, so I'll open your eyes after class."
"Thank you, I don't need it."
"I don't need either."
Although Neville didn't understand much, he also tactfully refused.
All three of them believed that the title of Hogwarts Master Dirty belonged to James.
"Cut—don't regret it."
Vincent held back his laughter and stabbed him back.
When James saw McGonagall coming in, he immediately sat upright like a baby.
"Everyone is better than last year." She glanced at Harry and Ron. "I hope you can keep it up."
The students all held back their laughter and looked at the red-faced duo of social and death.
"Okay, let's turn to page No. 17 of the textbook." Mag took out a large cage from under the podium.
It was densely packed with small dark beetles.
"Who can tell me, what is the difference between the transformation of living creatures and the transformation of objects?"
Hermione raised her little hand at an unprecedented speed almost as soon as she finished speaking.
"Miss Granger."
"Objects can be transformed into any shape at will, while the deformation of living things must consider factors such as volume."
"The answer is correct, and Gryffindor will add 10 points." McGonagall opened the big cage, and after lightly clapping his hands, the little beetle flew towards the students automatically.
"Follow the textbook and turn it into a button."
Vincent is still the fastest.
After all, he calls himself Doctor Beetle and knows everything about them.
The jet-black buttons are trimmed in gold, with the letter "W" in the center of the same gold.
"Very beautiful." McGonagall twisted the button, "Mr. Wayne, I think it deserves 20 points for you."
"Thank you Professor."
Hermione's finished product was basically the same as his.
But it's red-edged, and the letter becomes "G".
It's also 20 points, and I was stunned to see the little eagles who were in class together.
Even with the existence of the social death duo, Gryffindor is still very strong this year.
"Crackling—" Ron's wand sparkled.
The little beetle in front of him was unmoved, and didn't even bother to move.
"Change for me!"
Perhaps it was too much force, the crack on his wand widened, and thick gray smoke that smelled like rotten eggs even came out from the tip of the wand.
"Hey, lend me your duct tape."
Without a word, Hermione opened the stationery bag and took out a roll of magic tape.
Tape, which would repair normal items, obviously couldn't repair his wand.
"Give me another change—"
Ron's wand, which had been wound several times, emitted an even bigger puff of smoke.
"Ahem——" Hermione, who was the first to bear the brunt, took a puff unfortunately.
McGonagall raised her wand, dispelling the expanding smoke.
"Mr. Weasley, is there something wrong with your wand?"
"Professor, since yesterday—"
"puff--"
Ron narrowed his eyes and stared at Seamus, who was sitting behind him.
"It's been like this since it fell down yesterday."
Mag nodded slightly, and sat back without saying a word.
"Give me a change -"
Fully prepared, Hermione waved her wand and put on the textbook-turned gas mask.
"Ahem——" Ron was blinded by the smoke, and waved his arms wildly trying to drive away the smoke.
After McGonagall dispersed again, he found that the little beetle on his table had been crushed.
Her face was very ugly.
"Professor, can I have another beetle?"
"Come here and get it." She didn't show a good face to the stubborn Ron.
Although there is a big problem with the wand, it is still his own fault.
It's impossible to be controlled by a house-elf without driving secretly.
Without being contained, there is no chance of hitting the Whomping Willow and throwing the wand out of the crack.
She hoped Ron would understand that.
But obviously, he didn't think it was his problem.
When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, she wasn't surprised by Harry's expression of relief.
In order for them to reflect deeply, it seems that something more ruthless is needed.
……
……
