Hogwarts: The Book of Laws

"Okay, Juana is the favorite granddaughter of the current Forli patriarch, and I heard that the Forli patriarch also intends to let Juana take over the Foley family."

Then Beaver paused and said with some self-deprecation: "As for me, I am actually just the most inconspicuous child in the family. Although we are in love, to be honest, the Foley family will definitely stop it."

"What to stop? Bifur, you are just little wizards now, just in love. It does not mean that you and her will talk about marriage in the future. Bifur, as you grow older, people's preferences will also change. What you like now It doesn't mean you can be together, and marriage and love are not the same thing." Lean said old-fashionedly.

"Aren't you and Miss Granger also in love? Don't tell me no, I saw her hiding in your arms today, right after Professor Quirrell came in. Although everyone was too flustered to notice, I saw it."

"Biff, my situation is different from yours."

"What's the difference!" Beaver shouted loudly.

"Keep your voice down, Beaver, do you want the whole Slytherin to know about you?" Kes pulled Beaver.

"So why are you so anxious to fall in love recently?"

Hearing Lien's words, Beaver sighed.

"Juanna told me a few days ago that a fifth-year wizard is pursuing her. She told me that she wanted to hear my opinion. What opinions can I have? Of course I hope she refuses, but I What reason is there to open your mouth?”

Beaver looked a little disappointed, and Chris patted him on the shoulder.

They were both in similar situations, so seeing Beaver sad at this time made Kes feel a little sad. In the near future, maybe this will become his story too.

"I probably know that you are afraid that the Foley family and the Bock family will interfere with the relationship after the relationship is confirmed, right?" Rean hit the nail on the head.

Beaver nodded. The Foley family would definitely obstruct it, while the Bok family was half and half, depending on how much the Foley family valued Juana.

"Strength, to be honest, Beaver, if you have the strength of Professor Dumbledore now, you will find that the obstacles in front of you are actually just pebbles on the road. Okay, Beaver, that's all."

Lean patted Beaver on the shoulder, drank the butterbeer in one gulp, and left the table.

After Lean left, Beaver also stood up and left the table.

"Where are you going, Beaver?" said Chris worriedly.

At this time, Bifur looked very strange, his eyes were full of determination, and there was no trace of confusion at all.

"I want to go back to sleep, Kes. Lien is right, strength is something that never changes. Only strong strength can gain the status of speaking. It's late enough today, I want to rest."

"Kes, I don't want to spend my life doing nothing." Beaver said to Kes beside him as he walked to the dormitory.

"We are now in our fourth year, and there are only three years left before graduation. Beaver, I think your will is good now, but what we need to face is reality. To be honest, three years is not at all We’re not strong enough, our talent is poor.”

"Let's go to the dormitory and talk." Beaver looked a little excited.

After arriving in the dormitory, Kes sat on a chair and looked at Beaver, as if expecting his answer.

"dark magic."

"What! Are you crazy? Do you know where this is?" Kes was really frightened. He didn't expect Beaver to be so bold. He dared to study dark magic in Hogwarts and even dared to do the most important thing in this century. The great white wizard studied dark magic right under his nose.

"I tried it, and it took me two days to master the curse of weakness." Beaver looked at Kes and said.

Curse of Weakness is an entry-level black magic. Its main effect is to weaken the opponent's body, and this attenuation is irreversible, so it is classified into the sequence of black magic.

"This proves that I have a talent for black magic, even much better than ordinary wizards. This is talent, Kes, this is a gift from fate. We cannot give up our strengths and use our shortcomings to meet life."

"We have talent, and we should master it instead of letting it develop freely. Chris, we need to master everything that belongs to us, instead of letting it disappear like this."

Listening to Beaver's words, Kes was a little confused.

His heart also longs for extraordinary, otherwise he would not go out of his way to make friends with Rean, nor would he win people's hearts over Peeves.

But this is black magic. If you are discovered, you will be expelled from the school.

"Why can they become the heirs of the family when they are born, just because they have a better background than us? We are wizards, so we should make decisions in the wizard's way, not the Muggle bullshit primogeniture system."

"We are no worse than others. Before, it was just despair that depressed our will. But now I understand that if you want to gain a foothold in the magic world, you must have impressive strength. Are you waiting for you to grow up and accept the family Arrangements are made to go to an unknown city to manage one or two shops, and then one day the family will marry you to a girl of unknown height, height, fat and thin? "

X really didn't want to, but he still hesitated.

"Are our magical talents enough?"

"Of course, mastering the Curse of Debility in two days will explain everything. You don't have to worry about yourself, Kes." As he said, Beaver took out his wand, "Yewwood, the nerve of the dragon. If I remember correctly, Your wand is also made of the same material, but your wand is a little longer than mine."

"Yes, it was precisely for this reason that we became good friends." Kes also took out his wand.

"So the talents I have, you will also have. How about it? Do you want to come and have a big fight?" Beaver stretched out his hand to Kes.

Chris only thought for three seconds before holding Beaver's hand.

"Of course, we will always be friends. And I hate mediocrity. I hope to die spectacularly, so that my life on earth is worthy of my life."

"Hahaha, I'm glad you think so, Kes. Well, let's follow in the footsteps of our predecessors."

"Senior?" Kes was a little confused, which senior deserved what Beaver said.

"Yes, a great senior, but also a terrible senior. But I believe we will have his strength, not his irrationality."

"Who is it?" Kes was a little confused.

Beaver stood up, walked to the window, held the window frame with both hands, looked at the night sky outside, and said lightly: "Tom Riddle."

Yellow warning for thunderstorms, blue warning for heavy rain. So there was a power outage, but my phone still had 21% of power and the power bank still had two slots.

If I can call, I will try to update twice. If not, I will make up for it tomorrow. Feel sorry.