#13 - Who changed the rules of Gringotts?
Red-haired George saw the *Daily Prophet* that his friend Lee had ordered and came to Harry, holding the newspaper up.
"Is this you, Harry? I knew it! Not even You-Know-Who could defeat you, so the goblins at Gringotts definitely couldn't."
Harry was engrossed in eating a pumpkin pie, and he had just been envying the other students for receiving packages while he had received nothing.
But then he thought that it was also good because, ever since he had gone to the Leaky Cauldron with Hagrid, Harry knew just how famous he was.
But he really didn't want this kind of fame.
After walking out of the dormitory this morning, many people pointed at him along the way, and some people even walked back and forth beside him, just to see the scar on his forehead clearly.
And now this tranquility was broken by George.
Harry looked at the front page of the newspaper, which still reported the theft from Gringotts by a mysterious wizard.
Harry had already heard Ron talk about this on the train. He didn't know why the *Daily Prophet* would continuously publish one thing. Did the magical world have nothing else worth recording?
Following the direction of George's finger, a large headline appeared on the second page of the newspaper.
《Gringotts Millennium Rules Changed: Actually Because of a Hogwarts Freshman》
Gringotts no longer accepts Muggle pennies. Harry knew that it couldn't possibly be him because Uncle Vernon would never give him a penny.
And after going to Gringotts, Harry knew that he would no longer have to worry about money in the wizarding world.
"It wasn't me. I didn't..."
Fred also walked over at this time and patted him on the shoulder excitedly.
"Don't be modest, Harry. You're a big celebrity now, and besides, those goblins are inherently unlikeable."
Harry didn't know how to explain. He really resented being famous now.
"Alright, you two, the first years have to go to class. Don't disturb them."
Percy's voice came from the end of the table.
"Oh, isn't this prefect Percy!"
"That's right, we'll respectfully follow the prefect's teachings."
George and Fred left with a laugh, while Percy led the first years to the History of Magic classroom with a livid face.
"Harry, it really wasn't you?"
Ron was now also a little suspicious.
"Of course not!"
......
Moon cherished this opportunity to learn magic very much. Even though the professor's voice on the platform was very hypnotic, he listened very carefully.
Professor Binns should be the oldest professor at Hogwarts, and of course, this included his age and ghost age.
Perhaps it was because this professor was too old when he became a ghost, which caused him to speak with the heavy gasps of an old man.
It was precisely this white noise effect that made the entire class...
Moon looked around and found that only Hermione could persevere.
"Magic was first recorded by ancient Egyptian wizards in 3000 BC. As for when it was born, it is still impossible to verify..."
In the first History of Magic class, Moon roughly understood the development process of the entire wizarding society.
In 3000 BC, the first recorded spell appeared in ancient Egypt. (This was discovered by Gringotts)
At that time, wizards attached great importance to spells and curses, and even used magic on the huge tombs built after death.
Later, magic spread out of Egypt, and wizards in Europe discovered that using some media could not only enhance the strength of wizards, but also increase the speed and power of casting spells.
So, all kinds of strange magical media were born, from meteorites to scepters, from dances to gestures, from animals to trees. Magical media went through thousands of years of evolution,
Until 382 BC, the Ollivander family began to make wands, and since then, wands have gradually replaced other items and become the most important spellcasting medium for European wizards.
......
In just the first class, Moon learned about the vastness of the magical world, and even this knowledge helped him expand the world map in his mind.
It turns out that there is not only England here, but also Egypt, Arabia, France, the Mediterranean...
Professor Binns' assignment after the first class was: preview ancient Egyptian magic writing.
When Professor Binns mentioned the homework, most of the people who were sleeping in class woke up instantly, which made Moon feel that the four words 'homework' seemed to be more effective than the alarm clock he had picked up.
After class, he went to the Great Hall with everyone to eat. During the entire meal, Hermione stared at him, which made Moon lose his desire to appreciate the food for the first time.
Moon now felt that Hermione could completely take Percy's place as prefect in the fifth grade.
She took the school rules too seriously.
It wasn't until Moon took his food and left the Great Hall early that Hermione breathed a slight sigh of relief. She really didn't want Gryffindor to lose points on the first day of school.
There was plenty of rest time at noon. After class at 11 o'clock, there wouldn't be a Herbology class until 2 o'clock in the afternoon.
Moon took advantage of everyone's meal time to return to the dormitory with bread. He wanted to tell Bouncing alone.
"When you see Professor McGonagall later, you can't take any of her things, understand?"
Moon tore off a small piece of bread and handed it to Bouncing, with an unusually serious expression.
"Squeak ~"
"No buts. If you really take it, I'll have to put you in the Forbidden Forest. There are more than a dozen big black dogs there."
"Squeak squeak!"
"It's no use even if you can dig holes. The big black dogs will..."
Moon didn't know how to persuade Bouncing to give up this collecting habit. He was about to say that the big black dogs could also dig holes, but his eyes swept to Scabbers sleeping on Ron's bed.
"There are a hundred big gray rats like Scabbers in the Forbidden Forest!"
"Squeak?"
Bouncing's little eyes widened. It tilted its head to look at the sleeping Scabbers, and then looked at Moon.
"Of course it's true, and they're very good at fighting."
Bouncing should have believed it, because it didn't even eat the bread that was handed to its mouth.
"Squeak!"
"Okay, deal. Then we'll go see Professor McGonagall first, and then eat the bread when we come back."
......
Professor McGonagall's office was on the second floor of the teaching building. The space here was not large, and many books were neatly placed on the two bookshelves.
"You're saying that this Niffler is your pet."
McGonagall's eyes were very serious, and her gaze was fixed on the Niffler standing on the desk.
"Strictly speaking, it's not a pet, Professor. It's my best friend."
Moon's eyes were pleading. He had been in this strange world for three months, and Bouncing was the one who had accompanied him the most. If he had to let it leave at this time, he would be very reluctant.
"The admission letter clearly stated that you can bring owls, cats, or toads. Magical creatures like Nifflers are not on the list."
McGonagall's expression became serious, and then her eyes glanced at the thread on Moon's old robe, and she sighed helplessly.
"Alright, if this Niffler can refrain from stealing, uh, you know, from taking away other students' valuables, I'll agree that it can be active in the castle."
"Bouncing can do it, Professor. Look, it's very stable now, not moving at all."
Moon seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, pointing at Bouncing and saying excitedly.
"Is that so? This still needs to be verified."
McGonagall said, pulling out her wand from her sleeve and waving it.
"Trophy, come here."
A white-gold trophy with red, white, and blue ribbons flew from the bookshelf into Professor McGonagall's hand.
The base of the trophy was also engraved with a sentence: Most Promising Newcomer Award for Contemporary Transfiguration.
Professor McGonagall placed the trophy on the desk, and the sunlight shone through the window, making the already clean trophy emit a dazzling light.
Creak ~
Creak ~
Bouncing's little claws made a small friction with the desk.
