Hoffa walked back. If he didn't go to Quidditch class. There was still a lot of time, so he planned to go to the library to find a few books to read. If he was lucky, he might even find a book about the Illusion Spell.
If he wanted to be the one who had the last laugh and pursue his own freedom and happiness in this magical world, strength was essential. If he wanted to gain strength, developing a system was the fastest way. But now Hoffa could only explore the Hogwarts, so the most urgent thing for Hoffa was to find a way to cast the Illusion Spell.
In order to return to the castle's library, they had to pass through the school's hunting grounds. The hunting grounds were located in the middle of the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts and the castle. It was a huge green lawn with a radius of a few kilometers, like a stretch of green carpet. The grass rustled in the breeze.
Halfway through, Hoffa suddenly found a lot of magic runes on the ground. These runes were neatly arranged and emitted a faint blue light.
It seemed to be some kind of functional magic array.
A magic array on the grass?
Hoffa was a little curious. He walked and looked.
Suddenly, Hoffa saw a dozen figures gathered together in the distance. Looking at their clothes, they were senior students of the Hogwarts. They seemed to be talking loudly about something. Because Hoffa was taking a shortcut, he just happened to pass by this group of people on the way, and when he got closer, he stopped and watched for a moment.
He only heard the voices of the senior students getting louder and louder.
"Can't you let us live?"
"Who on earth did it?"
"For several days in a row …"
"Why hasn't the Ministry of Magic sent anyone yet?"
"Dippet Headmaster said he would deal with it himself."
Hoffa walked behind a few senior students and poked his head to take a look. Behind a few students, the Zizi Runic Array, which was originally intact, had a huge hole blown in it. The grass was flying, and the ground was full of crazy holes and scratches.
This was … a teleportation array! Huo Fa was inwardly shocked. He finally remembered.
Principal Amando had mentioned at the opening banquet: [The Ministry of Magic has set up a special teleportation point in the school hunting grounds. Students of grade 6 and above can obtain approval and head to the Ministry of Magic's special grounds to undergo Auror special training.]
At the side, the senior students were still arguing incessantly with worried expressions. Most of them were worried that they wouldn't be able to complete their studies and missions.
"I don't have enough credits. What should I do?"
"I'm worse off than you. If I can't complete this mission, I might not be able to graduate this year!"
"Can't we use other methods to get to the Ministry of Magic? Why must we use the teleportation portal?"
"No, didn't you hear what Principal Dippet said? We'll follow the school's arrangements. "
Hoffa listened for a while. He found a senior who was hugging his arms and not talking. He asked softly, "Excuse me, what are you guys doing here?"
The senior student lowered his head and saw Hoffa, who was only as tall as his ribs.
He immediately lowered his body and whispered, "What grade are you? What are you doing here?"
"I'm in grade 1. I just happened to pass by here." Hoffa said. "Isn't this the Ministry of Magic's teleportation point?"
"Yes," the senior student said worriedly. "Unfortunately, some unknown person destroyed this teleportation point. We can't teleport to the academy anymore."
Destroyed the teleportation point …?
Hoffa thought to himself. Who would be so daring?
He wanted to ask more questions. Suddenly, a few figures strode towards them from afar.
The senior student hurriedly pushed Hoffa and said, "Hurry up and leave.
Professor Ghoshak is here. Don't let him see you here! "
Huo Fa took a look and indeed saw a figure wearing a bronze robe. Thinking of this person's strictness, he suddenly shivered. He didn't even look back as he circled back to the Hogwarts from the hunting grounds.
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… …
This incident was just a small interlude for Hoffa. Whoever destroyed the teleportation point had nothing to do with him.
After returning to the Hogwarts, Hoffa went straight to the library. His exploration of the System was now stuck at 5%. He hadn't even explored 1% of the Hogwarts. He had to learn how to make himself invisible as soon as possible.
Entering the library, there were tens of thousands of books. There were hundreds of narrow passages and rows of tall bookshelves. Some students had to use ladders to reach the books.
There were no freshmen here. They were all seniors who were researching and writing papers. After all, wizards like Hermione were rare. First-year students didn't have much homework. They were young and playful, so they rarely came to a place like the library.
In the past, Hoffa used to look for Phantom Incantations in the magic books section. However, he had already flipped through most of the elementary magic books that were available to juniors.
After another round, Hoffa started to feel a little disappointed.
He didn't find any of the books that had the word invisibility in the table of contents.
Recently, his luck had started to run out. According to the law of conservation of character, he might have used up all his luck because he had a little talent in Transfiguration.
Hoffa thought for a while. The school definitely had to explore, and the school rules definitely couldn't be fully followed. Even if he discovered it, he couldn't be discovered.
So besides invisibility, was there any other way?
After thinking for a while, Hoffa suddenly thought of the Marauder team, which was Harry Potter's father and Sirius' group.
They were also the kind of people who broke the school rules, but they could do so in addition to the invisibility cloak, another important reason was that they were Animagus.
Hoffa saw the light at the end of the tunnel.
That's right, Animagus, if they couldn't become invisible and turn into a small animal. It could also be explored within the school. Didn't he have some talent in Transfiguration?
Once the idea came up, it was hard to get rid of it. Besides, Hoffa was now very interested in Transfiguration. He left the cursed area and came to the area where the transfiguration books were stored.
The transfiguration books were stored next to the Potions section, which took up a large area. However, there weren't many books that could be used as reference for the first-year students.
Hoffa pulled out a few books that interested him: A Guide to Elementary Transfiguration, Conversion of Matter and Magic, The Basics of Rapid Transfiguration …
After reading several books in a row, Hoffa felt that it was a little boring. The things in these books were all in the textbooks, but they weren't as good as Dumbledore's. Probably only people like Filch would read them.
Unwilling to give up, he flipped through the books again. Some books could teach him something. Some couldn't.
In the process of flipping through the books, Hoffa didn't pay attention to his position. Obsessed with knowledge, he walked deeper and deeper into the library.
Suddenly, an indistinct whisper sounded in his ear.
"Look at me."
"No."
"Look at me."
"I have the most knowledge."
"No, no, no, I have more knowledge."
"But mine is more useful."
Hoffa looked up abruptly, only to find that there was no one beside him. All the books were lying obediently on the shelves.
But the whispers in his ear were still arguing.
"Don't listen to him."
"Don't listen to him."
"Come, child."
"I can make you glorious."
"Glorious?"
"Reading for glory, idiot."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Short-sighted."
"Knowledge itself is a desire."
"Oh!"
"Damn it!"
"Shut up, all of you."
"Let him choose."
They kept whispering. Hoffa opened his eyes wide.
These books were arguing?
Why did he hear the voices of books? Was this the case for every wizard?
He didn't understand, so he curiously walked closer.
The noises of the books became denser. They kept belittling other books and promoting themselves, as if they were ready to sell themselves.
Hoffa slowly walked along the shelves. At this time, he found a thick old book on the third row of cabinets.
He instinctively felt that the book was a good match for him.
Because when the other books were arguing, this book was very quiet. It seemed to be exuding confidence.
So he took out the thick book that was as big as his chest.
"Oh, damn it."
"Good luck."
"Hmph, another one."
"Let's go, let's go."
The moment Hoffa made his choice, the muttering books finally all quieted down.
Hoffa carefully looked at the confident book. Its cover was made of the skin of an unknown creature. It felt strange to the touch, as if it had a faint burnt smell.
The book seemed to have been burned. On the cover, faded silver characters were written messily.
"Anatomy of All Things, Structure is King."
Author: Morgenstern Fay.
What a big tone. Hoffa curled his lips.
He flipped open the page. With just a glance, he was attracted.
On the paper inside, a standard anatomical drawing of a lion's body was drawn. From every angle, from the hair, to the nerves, to the flow of magic.
At the bottom of the page was written. [The foundation of transformation is understanding. There is no difference in magic between transforming a cat and transforming a lion. The only difference is whether you understand the target of transformation well enough. If you want to transform a cat, you have to understand the cat well enough. If you want to transform into a lion, you have to understand the lion well enough. The same is true for Animagus …]
Hoffa's breathing quickened a little. This book seemed to see through his thoughts at a glance. It went straight to the point, completely different from the flirtatious goods outside.
Hoffa turned the page without hesitation.
On the second page, a huge eagle was drawn. Similarly, every bone and every feather was displayed to the extreme.
[Through magic, shuttling back and forth between the subject and the object. The most difficult point is not to understand the object, but to understand oneself deeply. Those who can't dissect themselves deeply cannot become a true master of transformation …]
Hoffa was shocked by the paragraphs in this book. These words were like a great bell to him, enlightening even the apathetic.
He was about to continue turning the page.
Suddenly, a gray-bearded librarian jumped out and snatched away the magic book that Hoffa was reading with great interest. "Hey! Boy, do you have the professor's signature? "
Hoffa was angry at first, but when he saw the bright red words above his head, [Forbidden Books]. He realized that he had violated the school rules. Entering the forbidden books section of the library required the professor's signature.
Seeing that Hoffa didn't speak, the librarian suddenly put his hands on his waist.
"Coming to the senior section to look for books without a signature, what if the magic in the book backfires, who will be responsible? Me or you! Go go go …! "
He waved the feather duster and pushed Hoffa out of the library.
Standing at the entrance of the library, Hoffa irritably kicked the Roman column next to him. He was full of resentment. He thought that it was a really unlucky year. He couldn't do anything when he was unlucky.
The most annoying thing was to be interrupted when reading a book. If that old guy came a little later, he might have found the secret of the Animagus transformation.
After being annoyed for a while, Hoffa began to think of a solution.
He had to get this book, but the Hogwarts broke so many rules, where should he go to get the professor's signature?
At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the original work. Harry and Hermione were in the forbidden books section when they were in the second year to get a prescription for compound decoctions. But they met that idiot Lockhart. Who should he ask for an autograph now? Dumbledore definitely not, that guy was too smart. Ghoshak was even more out of the question. That strict old man was not soft on his own granddaughter.
Hoffa walked out of the library with a worried face and found that the sky was completely dark. He had unknowingly stayed in the library for too long.
He felt hungry and hurriedly ran to the hall. He had already missed the meal, he could only hope that there was still some food left.
Unfortunately, when he returned to the hall, there were only a few people there, and there were only some leftover desserts on the table.
Hoffa thought that he was really unlucky today.
After eating a little dessert, Hoffa returned to Ravenclaw's common room empty-handed.
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… …
There was a rare hubbub in the common room, a group of children were enthusiastically discussing Quidditch.
In the middle of the crowd was the silver-haired Aglaia. Her outstanding flying talent was unanimously worshipped and sought after by everyone. They surrounded her like stars around the moon, and many people kept asking her questions about flying.
Seeing Hoffa enter the room, Aglaia immediately raised her voice, like a proud little swan, guiding her admirers on flying.
"Gillen, your waist is too bent and your center of gravity is too forward. It would be strange if you could fly well."
"William, there's a problem with your grip. You're used to controlling the direction with your left hand and swinging the club with your right. If you keep using your right hand to control the direction, you'll lose badly in the game."
"Taylor, you did well today, but I think you're still a little afraid of flying. Don't be afraid of flying, you're not a muggle. Unlike a certain someone … "
She raised her voice again when she mentioned 'certain someone', undoubtedly insinuating something.
Hoffa turned a blind eye to her, thinking that she was farting. Since he couldn't meditate in the common room, he planned to go back to the dorm and meditate on his bed.
But when he was about to go upstairs, Miranda came out from the crowd and pulled him back.
"Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time."
"What's wrong?"
Hoffa asked faintly.
"Did you not eat dinner?"
Miranda took out a roll of paper. Huo Fa took the paper bag and saw that it was actually food. Although it was just a few drumsticks and bread, Hoffa felt warm in his heart.
He took the cold food and stuffed it into his mouth, while Miranda comforted him.
"It's okay if you can't fly, I can't fly well either. Our academy's first Quidditch competition is in half a month. It's against Gryffindor. Do you want to go watch? "
Hoffa was speechless. After what happened today, he was really not interested in Quidditch. Miranda even came over to comfort him. Was she afraid that he would be sad? She was really a kind-hearted girl.
But Hoffa's mind was now full of transfiguration, and he really didn't care about these trivial things.
But since Miranda asked, he couldn't refuse directly. He nodded and said perfunctorily, "Of course, why not?"
Miranda whispered in Hoffa's ear.
"Aglaia has been chosen as the substitute ball seeker for the Quidditch team. Next week, the team's official ball seeker will go to the Ministry of Magic to participate in the Aura training. You have to cheer for her once. I think this is a good opportunity for you to put aside your differences."
Substitute ball seeker, Aglaia! Put aside his differences to cheer for her?
Haha. Hoffa felt his intestines twist together, as if he had eaten a pile of wild dung. He was very unhappy.
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