On the second day of school, Ron sat bored at the dining table, surrounded by classmates who were also unmotivated.
Well, that's not entirely true. At least not far from him, Hermione and Percy were chatting happily.
Maybe this is the only person nearby who is looking forward to the start of school.
Apart from them, most of the Gryffindors who got up early had their heads lowered, remembering their lost summer vacation.
If nothing changes, then within a few minutes, there will be a red howling letter to cheer him up.
But without Duobi's chaos, Ron also lost a rare experience.
Waiting for Mother's roar to burst out of the envelope, I think it will increase his upper limit of pressure resistance a lot.
When he finished beating the ninth Hatcher sitting here, a crowd of owls crowded in.
There seems to be a floating red ribbon.
"Oh my God!"
Ron opened his mouth wide in surprise, staring at the teacher's desk without blinking, not even bothering to wipe the drool.
"What's wrong?"
Harry looked at his friends strangely. To be exact, it was not just Ron, almost all the students from wizarding families looked at the teacher's chair as if they were seeing ghosts.
"Roar... roar the letter, hurry up, Harry, cover your ears."
Ron stuttered and said.
What was floating in the sky just now was not a ribbon at all, but a series of shouting letters connected together.
Now they are all thrown on the table in front of Aini, and the smoke makes the little wizards unable to see his expression clearly.
But some people have already imagined the panicked look of the Transfiguration Professor.
Lockhart was one of them, but he was quickly disappointed.
"What a prosperous start."
Sensing the gaze from the left, Ani turned to Lockhart and smiled.
There is no abnormality on the calm face.
When Lockhart wanted to cover his ears, Ani took out a notebook from his pocket and calmly folded the yelling letters into a pile.
Then he picked an empty plate and threw it forward. When it landed, it had turned into a brazier.
Aini pushed forward the thick envelope in his hand. The wizards and wizards in the auditorium who were preparing for the loud explosion found that except for the flames shooting up in the basin, there was no other change.
Those letters that have been specially treated to be extremely difficult to deal with are burned to ashes just like ordinary paper.
The little wizards breathed a sigh of relief and put down their hands covering their ears, but there were still some small regrets in their hearts——
There are more than ten howling letters, but not many people have experienced such a big scene.
"Perfect response, Professor Scamander, as perfect as the last time I dealt with those crappy peers who were maliciously competing against me."
Lockhart showed his big white teeth again, seeming to have forgotten the embarrassment Aini caused him last night.
"They sent me a lot of shouting letters, but when the last flame was extinguished, all the plots were over. I didn't expect you to use this method..."
"The end? No, this is just the beginning."
A few hours later, Ani interrupted Lockhart's speech again.
Although I deliberately chatted with Lockhart for the plan agreed upon last night.
Sure enough, as an expert in climbing the world, a well-known writer posted it without hesitation.
The problem is, this guy is so annoying.
Under Lockhart's puzzled eyes, Aini opened his notebook and waved to the brazier.
The little wizards were too far away and did not see what happened next.
Lockhart, who came closer, could see clearly.
More than a dozen wisps of ashes floated out like ribbons and plunged into the open page of the notebook.
Lockhart glanced subconsciously. He was a well-informed person and knew that most of those names were not good.
Ancient, stubborn, tough, and powerful.
Everyone is a powerful member of the pure-blood family and the strongest supporter of the secrecy law.
There is another very crucial point.
Most of the people on the list were once followers of Voldemort. Even if they were later exonerated, they had no intention of repenting.
After pretending to be stable for two years, I became arrogant and domineering again.
He is just narcissistic, but not stupid.
Since Aini found out the names of those people, he definitely didn’t keep them as souvenirs.
It was not a wise move to join in recklessly this time.
"I, I didn't see anything."
Lockhart sneered at the side and was about to leave. It would be better not to get involved in this kind of thing.
"It doesn't matter, it's not a huge secret."
Aini comforted her without hesitation, then wrote a few lines under the names and tore off the paper.
"Don't be too nervous, it's just some differences in teaching."
Aini put things away. There were four Transfiguration classes on the class schedule this morning, which was rare.
Of course, only half of them belong to him, and Professor McGonagall will give lessons to sixth-grade students in the other two periods.
Last year, two new professors took up their posts and shared the teaching of Transfiguration and Charms for grades 1-4.
This allows McGonagall and Professor Flitwick to devote more energy to upper-level courses.
The biggest change this year is that the sixth-grade Transfiguration and Charms refresher courses will no longer require grades.
This is good news for those poor students.
After all, transformation and spells are the most frequently used skills by wizards.
After the students graduate, how many of them will be able to calculate planetary trajectories and build barriers?
Defense Against the Dark Arts is quite useful, but the application part is almost included in the Charms class.
As for herbal medicine, we are not in the Middle Ages anymore. Just go to Diagon Alley to buy whatever you want. Not only does it save time and effort, but the price for cultivating it in bulk may be lower than the cost of cultivating it yourself.
This is especially true for potions. Except for the very best, no one can brew potions at home. If an accident occurs, Madam Pomfrey will no longer be able to treat him in time.
As for the history of magic...
After graduation, who will remember what that thing is!
Speaking of things that should be used no matter how bad your grades are, the only ones left are transfiguration and magic.
As for which one of these two items is higher and which is lower, it depends on the individual.
For example, Professor Flitwick usually prefers to use magic spells. It is not difficult for him to cast spells silently and without a wand, and it is very convenient for daily use.
The old principal, who is also extremely proficient in silent and wandless magic, prefers transformation.
As for Aini...
In the clean and tidy classroom, Aini stood by the podium with satisfaction.
This was a place he temporarily selected. The elves didn't clean it deliberately before school started, but it quickly became clean under the external mental power.
Sure enough, one's own mental power is more flexible.
"Amazing silent and wandless spell casting. Although it is a life spell, it is extremely rare."
Lockhart praised, but Ani knew that the emphasis of Lockhart's praise was always on the last sentence.
Sure enough...
"Not bad, very good. Even if I were your age, it would be difficult for me to do better unless I go all out."
Aini Moran, I really want to get rid of this annoying thing.
During the conversation between the two, or to be precise, Lockhart was talking to himself, the little wizards also entered the classroom one by one.
The children looked curiously at the new professor who was chatting there, and he looked very familiar with Aini.
Friends?
Only Neville looked around in confusion.
Where is Harry? Where is Hermione? Where are the other Gryffindor friends?