Joel has been obsessed with magic for the past two days. Although his magic qualifications are not high, he can finally put into practice the knowledge he learned from the textbooks.
In the Transfiguration class on Tuesday, although he failed to turn the match into a silver needle, he finally made the end of the match extremely sharp.
After practicing hard in one class, he found that his object transformation progress bar increased by 1.8%.
Isn't this too slow?
Does it take 55 lessons to reach the maximum level of Object Transfiguration (Basic)?
What's more, the courses become more and more difficult as they go on, and it's hard for Joel to guarantee that he can make so much progress in each class.
Sure enough, if you want to become stronger, you have to rely on krypton gold.
However, Joel did not waste time. On Tuesday, he improved the progress of the floating spell and the lock-picking spell by 10%. With the 10% reward for completing the previous task, he could barely make the parchment float an inch (2.54cm) off the table.
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Early Wednesday morning, he came to the owl shed in the west tower with a written letter.
This is a circular stone room, where hundreds of owls stay and rest. In order to facilitate the owls' entry and exit, the shed is not equipped with glass. The cold air of early autumn in England hits Joel's face with dampness, and what follows is...
There is a smell.
This place hasn't been cleaned for an unknown amount of time. In addition to straw, there are a lot of owl droppings and mouse bones on the ground.
Joel carefully avoided the feces and came to the innermost branch of the shed. There were all neat brown owls on it. These were the owls raised by Hogwarts itself. They only cost 5 copper Knuts.
Ask them to help deliver a letter.
Joel fell in love with an owl with smooth and shiny hair and a strong posture. He went up and gently fiddled with the owl's feathers with his index finger.
Mr. Borgin Burke of Down Lane, okay?"
He picked out 5 of the only 7 kats left in his pocket, stuffed them into the pocket of the owl's left paw, and then placed the envelope on his right paw.
The owl nodded its head, flapped its wings and flew up, flying around the shed twice before flying away from Hogwarts.
Joel watched the owl gradually turn into a small dot and disappear into the distant sky before looking back.
I turned back to go downstairs for breakfast, but saw Hailis climbing up the spiral staircase.
"Huh?" She was stunned for a moment. The black hair on both sides of her face was a little messy, as if she hadn't washed her hair early in the morning.
"Well...I'm sending a letter, what about you?" Hailis said, her black hair still covering a small part of her face, as if her whole figure was shrinking in a protective shell.
If you come to the Owlery without sending a letter, is it possible that you are just here to play with the owls?
But of course Joel wouldn't say that, he nodded, and the two of them fell into embarrassment.
Hailis nodded, squeezed the envelope in her hand and walked up.
Joel shook his head and walked downstairs.
During breakfast, Eddie's eyes never left the teacher's desk, and kept staring at Professor Claire White.
Her every move and smile touched the hearts of many boys on the dean's table.
"Hey!" Sergey complained dissatisfiedly. Because he was distracted to see Claire, Eddie accidentally dropped a few drops of cream on Sergey's robe when taking the bread, which was particularly eye-catching on the black robe.
"Ah...sorry, sorry." Eddie's eyes still did not leave Professor White.
Sergey frowned, and had no choice but to take out his wand and cast two cleaning spells on his robes. Joel was chewing slowly on the side, glancing at Professor White on the teacher's bench from time to time, and he was very curious about her future.
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According to Voldemort's curse, no one can serve as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for two consecutive years. I wonder how Professor White will step down?
Looking at the seven Defense Against the Dark Arts professors in the original book, Remus Lupine, who was exposed as a werewolf, left with dignity.
However, Professor White's teaching level is really good, and the first class opened their eyes.
"These are the resurrected zombies I caught from the Sahara Desert in Africa last week. They are extremely harmful to the human body, but they are not very dangerous, mainly because they move slowly." In the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom on the fourth floor
, Professor White asked them to leave their seats and move to the front of the classroom, and then pulled out a large cloth bag from the podium.
The bag was bulging, and the zombies inside were still restless and wanted to tear the bag open, but the seal of the bag shone with a light blue light, like a seal that tightly bound it.
"This is the seal that I was asked to put by the Immigration and Exit Security Bureau, otherwise those nervous and nervous Ministry of Magic employees would not allow me to bring it into the UK."
Professor White shook his burgundy hair and shook the bag with one hand, "I will release the resurrected zombies first, and then we will study slowly. You guys should step back a little and don't get too close to me."
The wand in her right hand touched the seal of the bag, and the seal fell off instantly.
When the resurrected zombie in the bag saw that the seal that had been blocking him disappeared, he struggled even more fiercely in the bag. In a moment, he tore the bag into pieces and revealed his true appearance to the students.
Several Ravenclaw girls were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they backed away. Several Gryffindor boys actually took two steps forward to get a closer look.
Joel and several roommates stayed at the side of the podium and could clearly see the bodies of the resurrected zombies.
This guy is tall and short, and his body structure is no different from that of ordinary people. His skin is dark, and his body is covered with raised blisters, which are enough to make people with trypophobia feel intense discomfort. His arms are extremely long and hang down at the knees, and his mouth is
There was drool dripping from his mouth, and he also let out unconscious roars.
"This is a resurrected zombie," Professor White introduced them. "It moves a bit slower than an old woman. Unless you are attacked by a sneak attack, there is basically no danger."
"Be careful!" she suddenly yelled. A naughty Gryffindor boy actually wanted to touch the resurrected zombie from behind. Professor White reacted quickly and kicked the boy away just as he was about to touch the blisters on its body.
Kicked down.
In desperation, he couldn't control the force of this kick. The boy fell to the ground clutching his chest, with a look of pain on his face.
"The danger of the resurrected zombie lies in the dense blisters on its body!" Professor White's face was frosty, obviously very angry. She shouted sternly: "These blisters will break when touched, and once the liquid inside falls on the human skin, it will
Cause irreversible damage!"
"Skin corrosion and necrosis are trivial matters, but if not handled properly, you will face the risk of amputation!"
The naughty Gryffindor boy's eyes were full of fear, and someone helped him up.
The boy thanked Professor White profusely. He was not prepared at all just now. If he touched the body of the resurrected zombie and burst the blisters, the consequences would be absolutely disastrous.