Chapter 1008: The Owl in the Transfiguration Class

It was another morning, and the hall of Hogwarts was filled with the smell of various breakfasts.

Speaking of which, since the beginning of this semester, everyone has been living in a down-to-earth daily life. From waking up the body with a delicious breakfast, to finishing homework and going back to the dormitory to fall asleep, everything seems plain but extraordinarily fulfilling.

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

Could it be because of Maca's temporary departure?

No, don't think of people as if they were born with a constitution to attract trouble. After all, ever since he picked up the "Book of Truth" from Rowena's chamber, he was destined to run into trouble himself.

It's just that, as this school has already been branded too much by "Maka McLean", troubles will eventually come to them by themselves...even if he is no longer here.

With the flapping of their wings, the owls flew in from outside with various packages and letters as usual, and threw the things towards the recipients.

But among the owls that came in one after another, one of them broke away from most of the companions who were going to the long tables of the four colleges, and flew directly to the faculty seats.

"Oh! Leah, it's you!"

Seeing the gray-white owl flying, the astronomy professor Sinista, who was sitting on the right side of the teaching bench, immediately waved happily to it.

Seeing this, Slughorn, who was sitting next to her, seemed a little curious and said:

"Aurora, did you also buy an owl as a pet? I remember you always used the barn owl from school, didn't you?"

"Ah, yes." Sinista said with a smile as he took the envelope from the owl's beak, "But I didn't buy it for myself, but for my family..."

"Oh, that's right!"

Slughorn, the enthusiastic old bald man, nodded his head again and again as if thinking of something.

"You just got your family back not too long ago, didn't you? Actually, I heard about it too—congratulations! To be honest, you've been alone all these years. As your former teacher, I can't help it." I feel so bad... Did your father send you a letter? Or is it your Muggle brother who has just awakened his magic power recently?"

The old man had always been very thick-skinned, and he sat next to Sinista and chattered non-stop. But Sinista had already pulled out the letter paper and looked at it intently, and almost didn't listen to a single word of the nonsense he said.

After a while, Sinistra, who finished reading the letter, turned his head slightly. Slughorn thought she was going to talk to him, but what he didn't expect was that Sinista turned around and looked at the seat in the middle of the teaching staff.

"Professor McGonagall, please read this letter, my father has something to ask Maca."

After all, she took out her wand, and let the refolded letter gently pass over Slughorn's head and float towards McGonagall.

"Oh?"

Mag reached out to catch the letter, unfolded it and read it silently for a while before suddenly saying:

"Okay, I see - I'll deliver the mail over there after breakfast.

"

Seeing the letter paper drifting past him again, Slughorn felt a little itchy, and couldn't help but tilted his neck and whispered:

"Aurora, what's the matter?"

For Slughorn, a bald, fat old man, the honest Sinista actually respects him very much. After all, this old professor who is about the same age as Dumbledore has always been very kind to the students... Even if, she Her Potions grades had never been better.

Unfortunately……

"Sorry, Professor Slughorn," Sinista smiled and replied softly, "This matter is confidential, and I don't know much about it... Besides, both Maca and the principal have asked to Confidential."

"Oh! What exactly is it? Hearing what you said, I want to know even more!"

However, even until the end, the fat old man couldn't get any useful words from Sinista.

But thanks to his turning back and forth between McGonagall and Sinista just now, Hermione, who was sitting below, noticed the thin piece of letter paper that floated back and forth.

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

On the long Gryffindor table, Hermione looked at Sinista, who was smiling and rereading the letter from the family at the teaching desk, and was secretly happy for her.

While at St. Mungo's, she first learned about the sad family history of Sinista from Sirius, and then witnessed the rebuilding of a broken family.

For a child like Hermione who has lived in a happy family since childhood, it undoubtedly touched her deeply.

It's just that while she sincerely blessed Professor Sinista, she, who was used to thinking, subconsciously had some doubts about the scene she had just seen.

"Then... why did you hand over the letter to Professor McGonagall? Is it because you want to share with others the happiness you have gained from suffering?"

If this is the case, it seems a bit deliberate to use the Levitation Charm to send Professor McGonagall who is in the middle of the teaching staff.

Compared with Professor McGonagall, it seems more normal to share his joy with Slughorn who is by his side, or Sprout, who has a very good relationship with him.

Of course, in the end, this was all Hermione's own conjecture. Maybe it wasn't a letter from Professor Sinista's home in the first place?

Hermione, who didn't think about going to Maca all the way, quickly put her wild guesses behind her and continued to look down at today's "Daily Prophet".

Not long after, she folded up the newspaper and put it aside, took a sip of juice before muttering:

"Another piece of empty news... Is there no more specific information about the situation in the African magic world? It's better to read Rita Skeeter's manuscript, at least she can do more by just editing Write something up..."

Ron, who was sitting across from her, looked this way somewhat surprised when he heard what she said - Hermione, who used to be extremely serious about everything, would not say such a thing.

"...It turns out that everyone is changing little by little!"

But Ron didn't realize that, in terms of personality alone, he was the one who changed the most among all the people present.

...

This morning, the first and second classes of Hermione and the others were Potions.

Slughorn's class is still very interesting. Even the difficult N.E.W.Ts course will become relatively easier under his teaching.

At the end of two consecutive classes, everyone didn't feel tired like Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. They picked up their book bags and went to the next classroom.

"Isn't it time to learn how to change the variables today? I have no problem reducing the amount, but what should I do to increase it..."

Listening to Ron muttering beside him, Hermione can actually understand his headache——because of the information on Maca in Charms, the results of the R.A. members are all good, but only a small part of it is included. The content of metamorphosis.

As a difficult subject that partially overlaps with Charms, everyone has already tasted the sweetness of Maca's written guidance with the help of those materials.

But now in the sixth grade, the overlapping parts are getting less and less.

Hermione herself was fine. With her understanding, only with the assistance of Professor McGonagall's lectures and books, she could quickly find a theoretical direction to learn and improve.

But for a student like Ron who was barely able to keep up, it was quite difficult to learn.

What's even more unfortunate is that until now, the theoretical content of the N.E.W.Ts level can no longer be learned with the help of others. Even if Hermione was willing to help, those complicated theories and diagrams were not so easy to interpret in a simpler way.

Glancing at Ron helplessly, Hermione stepped into the Transfiguration classroom on the first floor first.

A few minutes later, Professor McGonagall also came to the classroom, announcing the start of the class with the bell ringing.

"I finished talking about human body deformation yesterday, so today we will talk about variable deformation."

"Variable Transformation, also known as 'Large Variable Transformation', refers to an advanced transformation that allows smaller living or non-living objects to increase or decrease the total amount of matter by a large amount, so as to achieve the purpose of increasing or reducing the overall size The use of techniques..."

Professor McGonagall's classes were as serious as her personality. 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 theories are quite boring.

Therefore, she often uses a variety of practical methods to allow little wizards to experience the fun and changes in it.

It's the same today. After explaining the basic written theory, she plans to cast a reduction and transformation technique on a few students who usually have relatively poor grades, so that they can feel the mystery of it.

But at this moment, an owl suddenly flew out of the window, landed on the window sill outside, and pecked the window glass twice.

"Ok?"

Turning his head to look, Mag immediately said:

"Students, please recall the theory of the disappearing spell we learned last semester, and read the analysis paragraphs in the textbook a few times."

After that, she quickly walked over to open the window, and took out the note from the letter box on the owl's feet.

However, just by opening it a little, her expression changed.

"What's going on? Is it a note from the Order of the Phoenix... what's written on it?"

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

Because she knew that Professor McGonagall rarely received letters from owls in class, and usually they were sent directly to the principal's office and Charlotte, who was an assistant, collected them on his behalf.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered those wild thoughts she had in the auditorium in the morning.

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