Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1008: The owl in the transformation class

　　 It was another morning, and the scent of various breakfasts was permeating the auditorium at Hogwarts.

　　Speaking of, since the beginning of this semester, everyone has been living in a solid learning routine every day. From the delicious breakfast that awakened the body, to going back to the bedroom to fall asleep after finishing homework, everything seemed plain but extraordinarily fulfilling.

　　 As for the days when something strange happens almost every year, like in the past few years, it seems to have suddenly become everyone's memory.

　　 Is it because of Maca’s temporary departure?

　　 No, don’t think that people are born with a constitution that attracts trouble. After all, since he first picked up the "Scroll of Truth" from Royna's Chamber of Secrets, he was destined to run into trouble.

　　 It’s just that, as this school that has been branded too much by "Maca McLean", the trouble will eventually come to the door by himself... even if he is no longer there.

　　 With the flapping sound of flapping wings, the owls flew in from outside with various packages and letters as usual, and threw the things toward the recipient's place.

　　 Among the owls that came in one after another, one had separated from most of the companions who had fallen to the long table of the four colleges and flew straight to the faculty seat.

　　 "Oh! Leah, you are here!"

　　 When the gray-white owl flew up, Sinister, the professor of astronomy sitting on the right side of the faculty seat, immediately waved at it happily.

　　 Slughorn, who was sitting in a seat next to her, seemed a little curious and authentic:

　　 "Aurora, did you also buy an owl as a pet? I remember you always use the school barn owl, right?"

　　 "Ah, yes." Sinister took the envelope from under the owl's beak, and smiled as he said, "But not for me, but for my family..."

　　 "Oh, that's how it is!"

　　 Slughorn, the enthusiastic old bald head suddenly nodded as if thinking of something.

　　" You just found your family a while ago, didn’t you? Actually, I heard it too—congratulations! Honestly, you have been alone all these years. As your former teacher, I I can’t help but feel distressed...Did your father send you a letter? Or your Muggle brother who has only recently regained his magic?"

　　 This old man has always been so thick-skinned, he leaned close to Sinistera and kept talking. But Sinistera had already taken out the letter paper and looked at it intently. He didn't even listen to almost a word of the nonsense he said.

　　 After a while, Sinistar, who had read the letter, turned his head slightly. Slughorn thought she was going to speak to herself, but what he didn't expect was that Sinistera turned her body and looked at the seat in the middle of the faculty bench.

　　"Professor McGonagall, please read this letter too. My father needs Maca for something."

　　 After that, she took out her wand and let the refolded letter paper float over Slughorn’s head gently, towards McGonagall.

　　 "Oh?"

　　 McGonagall reached out and caught the letter paper, unfolded it and read it in silence for a while, then suddenly said:

　　 "Okay, I see-I'll send a letter there after breakfast."

　　 Seeing the letter paper drifting past him again, Slughorn felt a little itchy, and couldn’t help but tilt his neck and whispered:

　　"Aurora, what's the matter?"

　　 For Slughorn, the bald, fat old man and the honest-tempered Sinistar, he still respects the students. After all, the old professor who is about the same age as Dumbledore has always been very kind to the students... Even if her grades in the potions class have never been better.

　　 It's only a pity...

　　 "Sorry, Professor Slughorn," Sinistar smiled and replied softly, "This matter is confidential, but I don't know much... And, both Maca and the principal I told you to keep it confidential."

　　 "Oh! What the **** is it? Listening to you, I want to know more!"

　　 However, although until the end, the fat old man couldn't get any useful words from Sinistera.

　　, thanks to the blessing he had turned his head back and forth between McGonagall and Sinistera just now, but Hermione, who was sitting below, noticed the thin piece of letter paper that was floating back and forth.

　　"A letter from Mr. Victor to Professor Sinista, right?"

　　 On the long Gryffindor table, Hermione looked at the faculty member who was smiling and rereading the letter from the family letter, and she was secretly happy for him.

　　When she was in St. Mungo, she first learned about the sad family history of Sinistan from Sirius, and then she witnessed the reconstruction of a broken family.

　　 For a child like Hermione who has lived in a happy family since childhood, it is undoubtedly a deep feeling.

　　 just sincerely wishing Professor Sinistera, she was accustomed to thinking, but subconsciously had some doubts about the scene that she had just seen.

　　 "So... why did you pass the letter to Professor McGonagall? Do you want to share the happiness of your hard work with others?"

　　 If this is the case, it would seem a little deliberate to send Professor McGonagall who is in the middle of the faculty seat with a floating spell.

　　 Compared to Professor McGonagall, it seems more normal to share your joy with Slughorn, who is next to him, or Sprout who has a very good relationship.

　　 Of course, after all, it's just Hermione's own guesswork. Maybe it was not a letter from Professor Sinista's house from the beginning?

　　 didn't think of Hermione who was going to Maca all the way, and soon put behind her random guesses, and continued to look down at today's "Daily Prophet".

　　 Not long after, she folded the newspaper and put it aside, and sipped the juice before muttering:

　　"It’s another boring piece of news...Is there no more specific material about the situation in the African magic world? It’s better to read Rita Skeeter’s manuscript, at least she just relies on editing I can compile more content..."

　　 Ron, who was sitting across from him, listened to her and glanced in a little bit of surprise—hermione, who used to be extremely serious in everything, wouldn't say such a thing.

　　"...It turns out that everyone is changing a little bit!"

　　 But Ron didn't realize that, in terms of character alone, he is the one who has changed the most among all the people present.

　　……

　　 This morning, Hermione and their first and second class are potions class.

　　 Slughorn’s class is still very interesting, even the difficult N.E.W.Ts course will become relatively easier under his teaching.

　　 After two consecutive classes, everyone did not feel as tired as Snape’s Defence Against the Dark Arts class. They lifted their book bags and went to their next classroom.

　　 "Should you learn that the variables are deformed today? I have no problem reducing the amount, but how do I increase the amount..."

　　 Listening to Ron muttering beside him, Hermione can actually understand his headaches-because of the information on Maca, the RA members’ grades are all good, but it only includes A small part of metamorphology.

　　 is a highly difficult subject that partially overlaps with spells. With the help of those materials, everyone has already tasted the sweetness of having Maca for written instruction.

　　 But now in the sixth grade, there are fewer and fewer overlapping parts.

　　Hermione herself is okay. With her understanding, with the help of Professor McGonagall’s lectures and books, she can quickly find a theoretical direction for learning and improving.

　　 But for a student like Ron who can barely keep up, it is quite difficult to learn.

　　 And even more unfortunately, by now, the theoretical content of the N.E.W.Ts level can no longer be learned with the help of others. Even if Hermione is willing to help, those complicated theories and illustrations are not so easy to interpret in a simpler way.

　　 glanced at Ron with helpless eyes, Hermione first stepped into the transfiguration classroom on the first floor.

　　A few minutes later, Professor McGonagall also came to the front of the classroom and announced the beginning of the class with the bell of the class.

　　 "I have finished talking about human body deformation yesterday, so today we will talk about variable deformation."

　　"Variable transformation technique, also known as'large variable transformation', refers to the way that small living or non-living bodies can greatly increase or decrease the total amount of matter to achieve the purpose of making the whole larger or smaller The use of advanced transfiguration..."

　　Professor McGonagall’s class is the same as her personality, always appearing very serious. The higher theoretical literacy and meticulous academic attitude also make this originally difficult course more difficult to understand.

　　 But she has taught students for so many years, so naturally she knows that the later theory is quite boring.

　　 Therefore, she often uses a variety of practical methods to let the little wizards experience the fun and changes firsthand ~ IndoMTL.com~ This is also true today. After telling the basic written theory, she plans to First cast a reduction deformation technique on a few students who usually have poor grades, and let them feel the mystery.

　　 But at this moment, an owl flew outside the window and landed on the window sill outside, and pecked the window glass twice.

　　 "Huh?"

　　 turned his head and took a look, McGonagall said immediately:

　　 "Dear students, please recall the disappearance curse theory that we learned last semester, and read the analytical passages in the textbook several times by yourself."

　　 After that, she hurried over to open the window, and took out the note from the letterbox on the owl's foot.

　　 However, she just opened it up a bit, and her expression changed.

　　 "What's the matter? Is it a note from the Order of the Phoenix... What is written on it?"

　　 Even a small change in expression did not escape Hermione’s nuanced observation.

　　Because she knows that Professor McGonagall rarely receives owls in class. Generally, they are sent directly to the principal’s office and collected by Charlotte as an assistant.

　　 Somehow, she suddenly remembered all the crazy thoughts she had in the auditorium in the morning.

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