Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

The muscular golden wheel version of Glenn stood up straight in front of the mirror, turned left and right twice, and looked at his new look.

"Why does it feel a bit harsh on the eyes?" Glenn thought for no reason.

He clenched his fist and waved it in the air, trying to feel the changes in his muscles. But he was soon disappointed to find that there seemed to be no improvement in strength.

It seems that unlike Polyjuice Potion, the changes in the Metamorphmagus are only apparent in appearance.

Using Polyjuice Potion to change, although the magic level will not change, the physical strength will still change according to the target.

If you change from an adult to a child, your strength will naturally decrease, but if you become a boxer, special forces soldier, or other special group of people, you will not only gain an increase in strength, but you will even inherit a large part of the target's muscle memory.

As for the Disguise Mags, they are just imitations. Even though they are as lumpy as they are now, they still have the same physical strength as when they were 11 years old. (Privately designed to prevent bugs.)

However, considering that the Polyjuice Potion needs to be replenished once an hour and is difficult to prepare, the flexible and convenient Disguise Magus is better.

Glenn imagined his original image, went through the baptism of pain again, and recovered his original form.

He looked in the mirror at his pajamas that were stretched beyond repair and sighed slightly.

It’s better to play less with this kind of change in the future.

...

The next day was another annoying rainy day, and the new Ravenclaw students had to walk through the muddy ground and the windy playground early in the morning to go to Herbology class with the Hufflepuffs.

The heavy "Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms" in their backpacks even slowed down their pace.

This textbook will be used until the 5th grade O.W.LS exam, and it also covers the two courses of Herbal Medicine and Potions. This shows how thick a tome it is.

They braved the wind and rain to come to the greenhouse behind the castle, where the professor had been waiting early.

The short and fat Professor Sprout opened the greenhouse door for them with a big smile, and the little wizards couldn't wait to squeeze in.

Seemingly seeing their miserable state soaked by the rain, the professor showed a distressed expression. As expected of the headmaster of Hufflepuff, he was so kind-hearted.

She pulled out her wand and waved it in front of everyone.

A dry and warm breeze blew by, drying everyone's robes and hair.

Under Professor Sprout's gentle and kind explanation, the freshmen learned a lot of basic knowledge about caring for and utilizing plants, and then braved the wind and rain again to return to the castle.

In the afternoon, we had a Defense Against the Dark Arts class with the Gryffindors. According to the senior classmates, the new professor's skills were quite good.

About to face this master of black magic again, Glenn was a little nervous.

After lunch, they walked through the hall together and arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the first floor.

Patricia Rick has arrived in the classroom early and is sitting at the desk waiting.

She held a copy of "The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic" in her hand and was reading it carefully. From time to time she picked up the tea cup next to her and took a sip, seemingly not caring about the little wizards who came in.

"Professor Rick looks so elegant..." Qiu whispered with envy.

Patricia seemed to notice something, raised her head slightly, and smiled at Qiu.

Such a keen perception...

Glenn's pupils shrank, and his heart suddenly became frightened.

The two chose a seat and sat down. Two roommates also walked in one after another, and the classroom was almost full in no time.

It wasn't until class was about to start that Morgana arrived belatedly, with a reluctant expression on her face, and sat in the corner.

Patricia put down the book in her hand, stood up, glanced in Morgana's direction, and showed a meaningful smile.

Glenn, who had been observing secretly, keenly noticed this series of small movements, and his heart moved.

"The two of them definitely know each other!" he thought to himself.

Patricia, who was wearing a slim-fitting black robe, walked up to the podium and wrote two words on the blackboard.

dark art

"Before we officially start, I have a little question." She glanced at the new students with a smile, "In your opinion, what is black magic?"

The little wizards seemed to have a good impression of the professor and raised their hands one after another, wanting to express themselves well and leave a good impression on the professor.

Glenn didn't raise his hand, nor did he hide himself on purpose. If he dodged too deliberately, he would easily attract others' attention.

"Tell me about this classmate." Patricia selected the most active Gryffindor freshman, "Cormac McLaggen, right?"

McLaggen, who loves to show off (I really want to use the word "pretend" here), stood up quickly with a look of surprise on his face.

"Yes, Professor!" He showed an expression that he thought was very handsome. "I think black magic is an evil and perverted branch of magic. They use some shady means to fight against justice. We should work hard to learn black magic.

Defense skills to completely eliminate these disgusting scum!"

After he finished speaking triumphantly, he looked at the professor expectantly, completely unaware of the dangerous light flashing in his narrow red eyes.

"What a man..." Glenn praised silently in his heart.

"That's good..." Patricia took a deep breath and resisted the urge to crush this brat to death, "But what I want to tell you today is another idea."

Morgana in the corner showed a gloating smile.

Patricia adjusted her mood and continued: "I believe that every student here is as wary and disgusted with black magic as I am. But as I said, apart from that, we

There is also a different attitude that should be maintained..."

She turned around and wrote another word on the blackboard.

awe

The little wizards didn't know what was going on and waited quietly for her to continue.

"In the eyes of many people, black magic is a kind of magic created for perverted pleasure to harm others." She said slowly, "But in fact, this is a kind of confusion. Confusing black wizards and black magic

A confusion of the concept of magic.”

"For black magic, harm is not an end, but a means. A means to achieve a noble end."

There was a hint of etherealness in Patricia's voice, and Glenn even felt that there was a vague power that touched people's hearts.

"What is a noble purpose?" A sudden voice sounded, breaking the vague feeling.

It's Morgana.

Patricia's eyes fell on the girl, she looked at her deeply and continued.

"Absolutely powerful strength."