The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The second-grade Transfiguration class has begun to implement the restructured teaching plan.

The knowledge before the reform was mainly about the detailed and comprehensive basic principles and applications of Transfiguration. After the reform, most of the principles were deleted from the teaching content, and the teaching purpose became to enable young wizards to have a basic understanding and mastery of Transfiguration.

The focus of the lecture has been to remove large sections of theories and principles, and instead explain in detail the key points of spell casting, how to stabilize deformation, and the application of deformation.

Just like mathematics classes no longer explain formulas, but directly teach students how to use them and how to solve problems, instead of the derivation process of theorems.

Even the example questions have not been changed word for word. The swimming pool that is filled with water and filled with water at the same time will not become an engineering team A and B, and the two people chasing each other back and forth on the road will not run in a circle.

Professor McGonagall no longer requires everyone's transformed objects to be perfect and flawless, and no longer requires that the details be perfected to be exquisite and beautiful.

The basic transfiguration techniques demonstrated in class have been simplified a lot. The buttons transformed by beetles no longer have exquisite patterns or layered colors, but are just ordinary black double-hole buttons.

Before the reform, the amount of ink Hermione consumed on notes in each class was about half the depth of a little finger knuckle measured from the outside of the ink bottle. Now it is less than half of the original amount. After one class, Hermione's notes were more than half shorter than before, and the extra time even made her a little confused.

Professor McGonagall finished explaining the key points of spell casting and gave a demonstration. The rest of the time was left to everyone to practice freely. Hermione succeeded in conjuring buttons last time, and this time she succeeded even more in the first try.

The vine wood wand touched the button bit by bit. Hermione looked at the button with yellow and green stripes on the side and embossed hollows on the front and back. Her little face was full of complexity and sadness.

For the first time, Hermione felt a little bored in class.

In the front, Harry and Ron had also transformed into basic shapes of buttons, and now they were using the buttons as marbles, hitting their respective buttons with their fingers. Accidentally knocking the other person's buttons off the desk, a proud smile appeared on his face, as if this was something special.

Extremely childish.

Looking to the side, Loren at the same table was also playing with his transformation button.

It's just that the shape of this button is a bit special. There are three extra wheels on the bottom surface that should be flat. Loren is using the wand to control the button tricycle to cruise around the table.

His lips curled up, and from time to time he quietly imitated the beeping of a trumpet.

"Childish!" Hermione whispered.

She waved her wand lightly, and a few more wheels appeared on the Button in front of her. The Button swayed forward for a certain distance. After slowly stabilizing, the Button mini remote control car accelerated instantly and sped towards Loren's car.

The two buttons clicked together with a soft click.

Loren raised his eyes, and the two met eyes. For a moment, the sharp points faced each other, and an invisible flash of light burst out at the midpoint where their eyes met.

Soon, the two button cars were fighting together, and the battle was fierce...

On the other side of the Transfiguration classroom, the group of Slytherin wizards was much quieter, and the atmosphere was not as lively as the ones next to them.

Draco sat next to Goyle, trying to turn the buttons into the cufflinks of his magic robe, and was slowly adjusting the curvature of the rounded corners.

On the other side of Goyle, Vincent Crabbe sneered, flicked his button in front of Draco, and said arrogantly: "Do you want me to teach you how to change?"

His buttons had become the shape Draco wanted, with a smooth surface, neat shape, and graceful curvature. They even had more of the Slytherin snake symbol than the original ones on the robes.

Goyle, who was sitting in the middle, did not notice the strange atmosphere. He exclaimed in admiration, causing several young wizards around him to turn their heads and join in the praise.

"Did you practice secretly?"

"I feel like I can already score points for Professor McGonagall."

Draco took a deep breath, put down the wand in his hand, and followed the trend with a smile and praised: "I think next year's magic robes can use this style of buttons. It will definitely be better than other colleges."

Draco teased them, chatted about Quidditch, laughed and belittled the broomsticks of other houses, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Not normal, this Crabbe is definitely not normal.

Last year, Crabbe and Goyle were still lagging behind, learning as if they were missing half of their brains, and sometimes it even felt like they had lost face as purebloods.

Some of the young wizards in Slytherin were so close to calling the two of them stupid pigs, and now, Crabbe was learning transfiguration even faster than him.

Thinking back to the conversation in the dressing room, Draco found that the uncomfortable feeling in his body became even stronger.

He glanced to the side inadvertently, and met Crabbe's gaze. There were no scarlet bloodshot eyes, nor pale pupils, but those eyes were filled with strange indifference and a hint of sinisterness.

Crabbe grinned at him with a terrifying smile.

Draco felt a chill, and the pores on the back of his neck and arms shrank, and cold hairs stood up.

"By the way," he asked casually, "have you told Goyle about Quidditch next week?"

The vicious eyes stopped, and the strong discomfort gradually faded away. Crabbe seemed to have turned into the Crabbe he was familiar with again - tall but stupid, with a bit of irritability...

The next day, news spread throughout Hogwarts that Draco Malfoy's father, school director Lucius Malfoy, was blocked outside the castle gate by Filch.

Draco is a well-known young master from a rich family in the school. Many students know him. When the first grade started, his stinky personality and bad language provoked many people. The criticism only subsided after Christmas.

In addition, as a first-class pure-blood family, the Malfoy family has business dealings with many young wizards' families, and many young wizards even rely on the Malfoy family for food. Before Draco entered school, many young wizards were told by their parents to be friends with Draco.

So the news that Lucius was deficient spread quickly. He was stopped in the morning and spread throughout the school during the first period.

"Ha, Malfoy is finally defeated. The school director can no longer control the school's affairs!" As Draco's nemesis, Harry was very happy to hear this news.

He thought that if only Hagrid had been guarding the gate, he might have thrown Malfoy's father out.

Although he had been helped with the fire dragon matter, he still didn't like Malfoy. After what happened at Flourish and Blotts before school started, his dislike of Malfoy became even more determined.

Seamus and Ron were playing the Button Chariot game. When the Transfiguration class was over yesterday, they saw the game played by Hermione and Loren, and they all found it very interesting.

As a result, all the Gryffindor boys were missing a button on their clothes today.

Seamus was missing two, and his first one had been won by Ron. He maneuvered his "Thunderbolt 2" to crash into Ron's "Charlie Rocket", making a "bang" sound in his mouth.

Unable to knock it out of the line, Seamus shook his head in disappointment and raised his head to pick up Harry's topic: "Malfoy's father still came in later, using the excuse of visiting a friend and visiting Snape."

"It must be a temporary conspiracy!" Harry said loudly.

Ron's round ended. He stood up and relaxed his numb calves and knees: "I think so too. Hufflepuff was in class with Slytherin. Rolf said that halfway through the class, Malfoy was His father asked him to leave."

He looked around and asked, "Where are Loren and Hermione? Where have they gone?"

"Professor Flitwick called them over, it seemed to be some kind of club thing," Harry replied.

…

When Loren and Hermione walked out of Professor Flitwick's office, Hermione was still a little dizzy.

She confirmed to Loren in disbelief: "Professor Flitwick...he, I...I mean, did he really let us be the leaders of the new branch of the Charms Club?"

"Yes." Loren watched Hermione open her mouth slightly in surprise, and nodded helplessly. As long as it involved the professor's recognition and praise, Hermione would be flattered.

"You still refused!?" Hermione looked straight at him.

"It's not about saying no," Loren explained, "it's about thinking about it."

"But...we...Professor Flitwick..." Hermione stammered. To her, professors are respectable teachers. If she can help them, she should agree directly. Loren's refusal was simply unbelievable.

Loren pulled Hermione, who was still confused, and walked slowly: "Not only does Professor Flitwick's club need a junior leader, but Professor McGonagall should also need one. I think you might want to be the leader of the Transfiguration Club."

This was what he realized after hearing Professor Flitwick's invitation. Each club would definitely be divided into a senior section and a junior section, and both sections would need student representatives to respond. However, due to his experimentation with resurrecting crude drugs and laziness, he may not be able to spare time to do complicated club work.

Hermione's eyes lit up when she heard this. Although she was Professor Flitwick's most proud student and thought Professor Flitwick was very good, if she had to choose, Professor McGonagall would be better.

Thinking that as the junior leader of the Transfiguration Club, she could always have close contact with Professor McGonagall and discuss the knowledge of Transfiguration, Hermione suddenly looked forward to the opening of the club.

Thinking about the future and the words of praise that the professor might say when communicating with Professor McGonagall, she lowered her head and looked at her toes, making naive "hehehehehe" laughter from time to time.

Walking to the corner of the stairs, a surprising figure stood there, waiting for the two of them.

Draco walked up to the two of them, looked at Loren, and then at Hermione beside him. He was silent for a while, hesitating on how to speak.

Hermione understood immediately and patted Loren's arm: "I'll wait for you back in the common room."

He turned around and walked away neatly.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was not as hostile to Muggles as before, he always felt a little guilty when facing Hermione. He said to Loren: "I have something to tell you."

Loren's heart moved, and he remembered Lucius's visit. He nodded: "Let's find an empty classroom."

…

After Lucius received Draco's letter last night, he stayed awake all night. Every time he closed his eyes, Voldemort's face appeared in his mind.

His snake-like vicious gaze stared at him, even though he was maintaining the Occlumency technique with all his heart, he still felt that he was being seen through. All the memories in his mind were torn out, and all thoughts and emotions could not be hidden in front of the Dark Lord.

Fortunately, the Dark Lord enjoys the fear of others. For servants like them, the more fear they have, the more likely they are to please Voldemort.

But this time it was different. Voldemort asked again and again: "Lucius, where is my diary?"

"Lucius, where is the diary?"

"Where's the diary?"

Lucius was frightened by his fantasy, and he relaxed a little after recognizing his surroundings. He looked around and decided that the lights in the Potions Professor and Head of Slytherin's office were still too dim.

Compared to Lucius, who looked haggard, Snape looked energetic, his eyes suppressing the light that was about to overflow at any time.

"Did you bring the things?" Snape spoke slowly, with an irrefutable sense of oppression.

Lucius became more energetic. He squinted his eyes slightly and quietly observed this former comrade under the cover of the dim light.

Although Snape showed talent in potions ten years ago, his mind was pitifully simple and even stupid. It was this kind of stupidity that put Snape closer to the Dark Lord than Lucius, and at the heart of the Death Eaters.

But since the Dark Lord's accident, he couldn't understand Snape. First, he got help from Dumbledore and was saved from the torture of dementors. He even entered Hogwarts to become a professor and the dean of Slytherin. He is simply the fairest among the Death Eaters.

With the help of his talent, the potion business has grown bigger and bigger, and their market share can be said to be the largest in the world. The Magic Council in the United States is filled with hatred, but there is nothing they can do about it.

It's just that idiot Crabbe messed up and made things complicated. The power of the school board has been restricted and it cannot proactively visit the school. Now it can only wait for the weekend break before the two parties can exchange raw materials and potions. The person connecting with him was also changed from Crabbe to him.

"The raw materials and rewards for this batch are here. As you wish, I have replaced the galleons with the materials you want."

Putting a box-like space equipment on the edge of the table and handing it over, Lucius asked casually: "What do you need so many Twoleg horns and amphora? Are you planning to develop any new medicine?"

"It has nothing to do with you," Snape said with a sarcastic smile, "On the contrary, Mr. Malfoy came to visit unexpectedly. What can I do for you?"

Lucius's complexion changed and his mind was racing. He wanted to talk to Snape about the Dark Lord, Dumbledore, and even Crabbe.

But he couldn't be sure which side Snape was from. If he guessed wrong, he might be doomed.

After struggling fiercely in his heart for a while, he finally failed to make up his mind and only said quietly: "Pay more attention to your students, some of them can't hold themselves back."

"In addition," Lucius took out another box and looked at him seriously and sincerely, "This one is for me personally. Please help me take care of Draco."

After saying that, Lucius stood up and exited the office, leaving without looking back.

Snape was left sitting behind his desk, his face sinking into the shadows, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.