The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

Chapter 26 Draco's Hair

Professor McGonagall is not only the professor of Transfiguration, but also the vice-principal, the veritable manager of Hogwarts.

So her office is naturally spacious, but the decoration here is not luxurious, except for the ubiquitous Quidditch elements, it is all about school affairs.

The office full of documents and the cabinets full of materials all show that Professor McGonagall has paid a lot for Hogwarts.

Xiao Er saw it in his eyes, but didn't feel any pain in his heart.

Instead, he thought in his heart that after he had a successful career, he would have to find a similar assistant.

After Professor McGonagall sat down on his office chair, he took out a notebook from the drawer, looked at it with treasure, and handed it to Shaw at the desk.

"This is my transfiguration experience when I was in school. Your talent is no longer suitable for the normal teaching progress, so I will give you the notebook. If you don't understand, please come and ask me."

There was no surprise that Xiao Er took the notebook, it was all intended.

A polite bow of thanks.

"Thank you Professor."

Mag pursed his lips, hesitated for a few seconds and said again.

"This morning, some students reported that you implemented some rules in Slytherin that are not in the school rules. As the vice-principal, I need to ask about it."

Xiaoer was slightly surprised, he didn't expect someone to report the situation to Mag, he thought about it for a while and said calmly.

"Professor, to be precise, it's not a rule. Those requirements are the qualities that a qualified Slytherin should possess, and it's also the original intention of the founder of Slytherin to establish this academy. I'm just going back to the source."

Mag was a little dumbfounded, and couldn't find any rebuttals for a while. After all, she wanted to implement the three points Shaw requested in her own academy.

After thinking about it, discuss it with Albus later and then deal with it, so he ordered.

"Helping your classmates improve is a good thing, but I hope you pay attention to your methods. Hogwarts strictly prohibits corporal punishment."

Xiao Er showed a warm smile.

"I see, Professor."

"Then do you have any questions about Transfiguration?"

Shore saw the exhaustion in Professor McGonagall's eyes and the piles of documents on the desk, so he said sensiblely.

"Not yet, I will bother you again after I finish reading the notebook you gave me."

Professor McGonagall's serious expression softened a bit.

"Well, let's go to lunch."

"Goodbye, Professor."

Seeing Xiao Er go out calmly, Mag sighed, always felt that Xiao Er's character was very contradictory, and he couldn't tell the weirdness.

Shaw passed by the hall and looked at the hall from afar, only to see Draco, Harry and Hermione sitting together on the long Ravenclaw table.

Is this the new trio?

This plot is a little twisted.

Xiao Er couldn't help laughing, forget it, I can't control it.

He didn't go into the hall, but went straight back to the dormitory.

All the way and the little snake passing by nodded, and after returning to the dormitory, he asked Ke Liqie to get some food.

Then he began to eat while reading the Transfiguration experience given by Mag.

At first glance, it was two hours of ecstasy, and it wasn't until Draco found him that it was time to take the Charms class.

On the way to the spell classroom, he was still thinking.

The Transfiguration master is a master, explaining some key points of Transfiguration in a simple and easy-to-understand manner.

It is also mentioned that the ultimate mystery of Transfiguration is to endow dead objects with "souls".

Of course, this "soul" is not a soul in the true sense, but a kind of activation.

Of course, this "soul" can also be a real soul, but Professor McGonagall said that it is a realm of conjecture, and Dumbledore has not achieved it either.

Xiao Er vaguely felt that no matter the spell, potion or alchemy, etc., the ultimate research is to explore the soul to obtain eternal life.

However, these are not things that Xiaoer can take care of for the time being, but let him know how to improve his transfiguration skills.

With a plan in mind, I arrived at the spell classroom without knowing it.

The layout of the spell classroom is similar to that of the Transfiguration classroom, and the more distinctive one is the spell professor Flitwick.

This is a strangely small wizard who seems to be of goblin blood. During class, he has to stand on a stack of books so that he can reach the desk.

Today's Charms class is two classes in a row, it is considered a big class, and it is still held together with Ravenclaw House.

Shaw took Draco to sit in the first row, just next to Hermione. Draco had a good talent, but he didn't resist this exclusive school bully area.

But it's hard for Gore and Crabbe, the two scumbags, sitting in the first row is as awkward as having hemorrhoids on their buttocks.

Hermione was a little excited when she saw Shaw sitting down beside him, but because of the professor, she could only say good afternoon.

The spell taught by Professor Flitwick today was the Levitation Charm, and Shaw wasn't distracted just because his Levitation Charm reached level 3.

Still the same sentence, his understanding of magic is very shallow, the more he pursues, the more he should pay attention to the basics.

Professor Flitwick's voice was high-pitched, and he explained the spell in detail.

He is also very patient. He knows everything about Xiao Er, who raises his hand to ask some details from time to time, and the other party can often make him suddenly understand, or even understand by analogy.

Hearing Shaw's inference, Flitwick not only gave Shaw extra points, but also said that a student like Shaw who is eager for knowledge should enter Ravenclaw.

The little snakes have long been familiar with it, the chief should be so good.

Hermione was a little skeptical about life.

She also added points for Ravenclaw, but the questions she answered were all scripted.

And Shaw never took the initiative to answer questions, but got the answer after asking the question, and gained extra points by inferring other cases from one instance.

She had to ask this doubt carefully after class.

The second class was a practical class, and each person was assigned a feather.

Not surprisingly, Shaw was the first to correctly use the Levitation Spell, and this time he blocked the system assistance, only using the correct chanting and swinging the staff.

Shaw realized the difference between the two.

As a metaphor, using system assistance is like using itching to stop itching, and there will be a sense of isolation.

If you cast spells purely by yourself, it will be as refreshing as scratching an itch yourself.

After being awarded points by Flitwick again, Hermione also succeeded in casting a spell, and was also awarded points by the professor.

Draco struggled for a while but still failed to cast the spell, so he looked at Shaw eagerly.

Shaw changed places with him in a wicked way, pointed at Hermione, and then began to look at the notes by himself.

Draco's expression was terribly tangled. He had dinner with Hermione and Harry in the Great Hall before, and it was with Harry as a palliative, so he didn't take the initiative to talk to Hermione.

Now Shaw asked himself to ask Hermione for advice, which made the arrogant Draco want to die, and couldn't open his mouth a few times.

Hermione naturally knew what Shaw meant, and couldn't help feeling a little proud.

Seeing that Draco was struggling for a long time, Shaw had no choice but to say something.

"Draco, it's not shameful to seek help from someone who is stronger than you. Didn't you say that you have abandoned the concept of pure blood supremacy? Why are you different?"

Draco's small face was flushed, and a strand of platinum-blonde hair hung down again into an "S" shape, just like his tangled heart.

Xiao Er stretched out his hand to smooth his hair, brother Yan should be the most handsome with his head back.

Draco raised his head, let out a foul breath, and tried to keep a straight face.

"Hermione, please teach me how to cast the levitation spell. But don't be complacent, I will definitely learn other spells before you in the future."

Hermione burst out laughing, and suddenly thought Draco was cute.

She coughed and said seriously.

"I just observed your spellcasting. Your pronunciation of the spell is not accurate, Yugardim Leviosa, and Muyin needs to read it long and clearly. Let me show you."

Hermione cast a spell on the feather on the table with her wand.

"Wingardi~M~~Leviosa."

The feathers slowly floated up upon hearing the sound.

Draco didn't say anything, just silently took his wand and started to practice.

Hermione didn't care, and continued to teach seriously.

Ten minutes later, Draco finally managed to cast the spell.

Before he had time to be happy, Xiao Er spoke.

"Draco, after thanking Hermione, go teach Goyle and Crabbe."

Draco's joyful expression immediately froze, and the platinum hair on his forehead turned into "!".

Chapter 27 Questioning

When Professor Flitwick announced that the get out of class was over, Hermione asked Shaw.

"Shor, why did I..."

Shaw was afraid that Hermione's Gatling-like mouth would keep asking questions, so he quickly waved his hands.

"I know what you want to ask. It's actually very simple. Reading is not memorizing by rote. A kind of knowledge requires repeated thinking and pondering, and human energy is limited, so you have to make a choice in the choice of knowledge. , and Hermione, your reading is too complicated, although you are well-read and knowledgeable, you are just studying hard."

Hermione froze for a moment, what Shaw said was very clear.

She is a person who is obsessed with studying, and she recites whatever she feels is necessary, but she has no thinking of her own.

If I follow this path, I may be able to become a strong man, but I will never become a super strong man.

Shaw didn't disturb Hermione's contemplation, and raised his legs to walk out again, but failed again.

It was Draco who was blocking the road. His handsome back head had already been rubbed into a chicken coop by himself, it was still stained with sweat, and he was very exhausted.