Chapter 1009

Another morning, the hall of Hogwarts was filled with the smell of all kinds of breakfast.

In a word, since the beginning of this semester, everyone has lived in a down-to-earth learning routine every day. From the delicious breakfast that wakes up the body to returning to the bedroom to sleep after finishing homework, everything seems dull but full.

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

Is it because of Maka's temporary departure?

No, don't think of others as if they were born with a constitution to attract trouble. After all, since he had picked up the "volume of truth" from roener's secret room, he was destined to run into trouble on his own.

However, as a school that has long been branded with too many marks by "Marca McLean", the trouble will eventually come to the door... Even if he is no longer here.

With a flutter of wings, owls flew in from the outside with all kinds of parcels and letters as usual, throwing things towards the recipient's position.

Among the owls who came in one after another, one broke away from most of his companions who fell to the long table of the four colleges and flew straight to the teaching post.

"Oh! Leah, it's you!"

As soon as he saw the gray owl flying, astronomy professor sinista, sitting on the right side of the teaching seat, waved to it happily.

Slughorn, sitting in the seat next to her, seemed curious:

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

"Ah, yes," said cinnista, smiling as she took the envelope from under the owl's beak, "but it's not for me, but for my family..."

"Oh, oh, so it is!"

Slughorn, the enthusiastic bald old man, nodded as if he thought of something.

"You just found your family not long ago, didn't you? In fact, I've heard - really congratulations! To be honest, you've been alone all these years. As your former teacher, I can't help feeling distressed... Did your father send you a letter? Or your Muggle brother who just woke up his magic recently?"

The old man had always been very cheeky and kept talking next to cinnista. But cinnista had already pulled out his stationery and looked intently. He didn't listen to almost a word of the nonsense he said.

A moment later, cinnista, who had finished reading the letter, turned her head slightly. Slughorn thought she was going to talk to herself, but to his surprise, cinnista leaned over and looked at the seat in the middle of the teaching staff.

"Professor McGonagall, please read this letter, too. My father has something to find Maka."

Then she took out her wand and let the folded stationery gently float over Slughorn's head towards McGonagall.

"Oh?"

McGonagall reached out to catch the letter paper, unfolded it and read it a little silently. Then he suddenly said:

"OK, I see - I'll deliver the letter there after breakfast."

Looking at the letter paper floating in front of him again, Slughorn felt a little itchy. He couldn't help but tilt his neck and whispered:

"Aurora, what is it?"

For Slughorn, a bald and fat old man, cinnista, who is more honest, is actually very respectful. After all, the old professor who is about the same age as dumbley has always been kind to the students... Even though her performance in magic medicine class has never been very good.

It's a pity

"I'm sorry, Professor Slughorn," cinnista smiled and whispered, "it's a secret. In fact, I don't know much... And Marca and the headmaster told me to keep it secret."

"Oh! What on earth is it? When you say so, I want to know more and more!"

However, even in the end, the fat old man didn't get any useful words from cinnista.

But thanks to his turning back and forth between McGonagall and cinnista just now, Hermione sitting below noticed the thin letter paper floating back and forth.

"A letter from old Mr. Victor to Professor sinista?"

On the desk, Hermione looked at cinnista, who was smiling and rereading her letter from home, and felt secretly happy for each other.

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

That is undoubtedly a deep feeling for a child like Hermione who has lived in a happy family since childhood.

While sincerely blessing professor xinista, she was used to thinking, but subconsciously had some doubts about the scene she had just seen.

"So... Why do you pass the letter to Professor McGonagall? Do you want to share your happiness?"

If so, it would be somewhat deliberate to send it to Professor McGonagall in the middle of the teaching staff with the floating curse.

Compared with Professor McGonagall, it seems more normal to share your joy with Slughorn who is around you or Spratt who has a very good relationship.

Of course, in the final analysis, it was just Hermione's own conjecture. Maybe it wasn't a letter from Professor hinesta's family from the beginning?

Hermione, who didn't think of Maka's side all the way, soon forgot her random conjecture and continued to look down at today's Prophet daily.

Not long after, she folded the newspaper and put it aside. After drinking the juice, she muttered:

"It's another empty and tasteless news... There's no more specific material for the situation in the magic world in Africa? It's better to read Rita Skeeter's manuscript. At least she can make more content by editing..."

Ron, sitting opposite, looked at her with some surprise - Hermione, who used to be extremely serious about everything, wouldn't say such a thing.

"... it turns out that everyone is changing a little!"

But Ron didn't find that he was the one who changed the most in terms of character alone.

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

Slughorn's class is still very interesting. Even the highly difficult n.e.w.ts course will become much easier under his teaching.

At the end of two consecutive classes, everyone was not as tired as Snape's defense against the dark arts class. They picked up their schoolbags and went to their next classroom.

"It's time to learn variable deformation today? I have no problem reducing, but what should I do about increment..."

Listen to Ron murmuring, Hermione can understand his headache - Spell learning. Because there are Maka's materials, the R.A. members' grades are all good, but it only contains a small part of deformation.

As a highly difficult subject with partial overlap with the study of magic spells, with the help of those materials, we have already tasted the sweetness of Maka's written guidance.

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

Hermione herself was fine. With her understanding and the help of Professor McGonagall's lectures and books, she could soon find the theoretical direction of learning improvement.

But for students like Ron who can barely keep up, it's quite difficult to learn.

More unfortunately, up to now, the theoretical content of n.e.w.ts level can not be learned with the help of others alone. Even if Hermione is willing to help, those complex theories and diagrams are not so easy to interpret in a simpler way.

Glancing at Ron with helpless eyes, Hermione first stepped into the deformation class classroom on the first floor.

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

"Yesterday we finished talking about human deformation, so today we talk about variable deformation."

"Variable deformation, also known as' large variable deformation ', refers to the use of advanced deformation that allows small living or non living bodies to increase or decrease the total amount of materials by a large margin to achieve the purpose of overall enlargement or diminution..."

Professor McGonagall's class, like her character, always looks very serious. The higher theoretical literacy and meticulous academic attitude also make this already difficult course more difficult to understand.

However, after teaching students for so many years, she naturally knows that the later theory is quite boring.

Therefore, she often allows the little wizards to personally experience the fun and changes through a variety of practical means.

The same is true today. After telling the basic written theory, she plans to cast a reduction deformation technique on several students with poor grades to let them feel the mystery.

But just then, an owl suddenly flew out of the window, landed on the windowsill outside and pecked the window glass twice.

"Huh?"

Turning around, Meg said immediately:

"Dear students, please recall the vanishing mantra theory we learned last semester and read the analytical passages in the textbook several times."

Then she hurried over, opened the window and took out the note from the letter box on the owl's foot.

However, just a little spread, her expression changed.

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

Even a small change of expression could not escape Hermione's meticulous observation.

Because she knew that Professor McGonagall rarely received owls in class. Generally, they were sent directly to the principal's office and collected by Charlotte as an assistant.

Somehow, she suddenly remembered her thoughts in the auditorium this morning.