Huang Ting

"Let me see, in the morning there is Charms and History of Magic, and in the afternoon there is Transfiguration and Divination?"

Hu Xiuwu read the class schedule in his hand and thought about today's schedule.

This curriculum was brought by the house elf who suddenly flashed into the room this morning.

This poor little guy was discovered by Hu Xiuwu and Zhang Zhiwei as soon as he showed up. Facing the unknown creature that could flash, the Heavenly Master raised his hand and injected a thunder force into its body. The huge and blazing thunder force seemed like asphalt. It is also attached to its meridians, making it unable to cast spells.

By the time Hu Xiuwu left the room, the house elf was already shivering in fear from the Heavenly Master, covering his face and saying "I'm sorry" in English.

After Hu Xiuwu's translation, the Heavenly Master realized that this was a misunderstanding. This brown-skinned dwarf with a pair of big ears and big eyes that took up half of his face was a slave of Hogwarts.

When they first met, Hu Xiuwu expressed his yearning for the magic of Hogwarts, so Professor McGonagall specially asked the house elf to send him this year's curriculum.

After clarifying the misunderstanding, the Celestial Master expelled the thunder energy from the house elf's body and knelt down to apologize to him. However, he did not expect that this small gesture would actually make the house elf feel flattered and hit his head on the ground repeatedly, saying that he was not worthy. This apology.

With such a morbid self-esteem mentality, Tianshi rarely saw him after the war, but it was not that he had never seen him before. It was just his demeanor that made Tianshi think about some sad past and sighed. , said in a tough tone:

"Okay, I understand, you can leave."

Yesterday's banquet did greatly increase Zhang Lingyu's favorable impression of Hogwarts, but what this house elf reflected made Zhang Lingyu's favorable impression of Hogwarts suddenly decrease:

"There is still such dregs in the West, and they have the nerve to call themselves civilized people."

No matter what, people in the East can hold their chests high and be a good person, or sometimes get slapped by others, but this is always something in the gutter and cannot be brought to the table. No one takes it for granted and treats it as a gift from others.

Bi Youlong knew something about this matter: "It is said that these creatures, called house elves, were once enemies of mankind, but were later defeated by the people of the forest country and enslaved into slaves."

"Even after the Forest Kingdom left, the remaining people seemed to have forgotten about this matter. No one abolished this system and still enjoyed the service of the house elves and regarded it as an honor."

Zhang Lingyu was very disgusted with this incident: "So these people from the West drove away the forest country, not for the so-called peace and equality, but just because they hate themselves for not being the ones who enjoy the glory and treatment?"

"Some people are, some people aren't."

Bi Youlong stood aside with a cold face and did not comment on this, because Hu Xiuwu told the truth. He said to Zhang Lingyu:

"This is not something you can manage now. We are still outsiders to England. If you take action for no reason, England will only think that you want to interfere in their internal affairs.

What you have to do now is to prepare for the competition first. You heard what Dumbledore said yesterday. I’m afraid this competition won’t be that simple.”

"yes."

Even Bi Youlong would say this, Zhang Lingyu could only say a little frustrated.

Bi Youlong understood Zhang Lingyu's thoughts very well. The young man who had just entered the society had a scholarly spirit as bright as the rising sun and could not stand all the injustices in the world.

But there is nothing wrong with this. Young people should have the energy of young people. Do they have to be like mature people in society, turning a blind eye to these things and watching with cold eyes?

If you fail to provide help to some people who need help, and you always feel guilty afterwards, this is a good thing, and it is better than being eaten by guilt and being insensitive.

But next time, I hope you can help where you can.

The morning sun is rising, today has just begun, why should it be so low?

Hu Xiuwu took Zhang Lingyu in his arms and said, "Would you like to go to the library with me and take a look? I heard that the library at Hogwarts is the most comprehensive in England, covering everything."

After looking at today's class schedule, Hu Xiuwu decided to skip the morning class.

Ever since he discovered the mystery of Hogwarts witchcraft, Hu Xiuwu has lost much interest in the Hogwarts courses. The Charms class teaches simple witchcraft that can only be practiced after the Hogwarts transformation.

He can't learn the art.

If you want to practice real witchcraft, you may have to look for magic books in the library that record thousands of years ago.

It's too troublesome. The skills he currently possesses are enough for him to practice, so Hu Xiuwu is only somewhat interested in the Transfiguration class. He still plans to attend the first-grade Transfiguration class in the afternoon.

But I also hope that I can draw parallels and help understand the "Huang Ting Jing".

Since I have nothing to do in the morning, I can go to the library and have a look. Even if I don't study witchcraft, there are many books recording other knowledge in the Hogwarts library.

For example, the famous "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", "Classic Herbalism", "Analysis of Advanced Dark Arts" and other popular and household books are must-see attractions when you come to Hogwarts.

After listening to Hu Xiuwu's introduction, Zhang Lingyu was indeed very interested, but he was also worried that his poor English would bring a burden to Hu Xiuwu and that Hu Xiuwu would have to work hard to translate for him.

Hu Xiuwu waved his hand. This boring and arduous translation work was nothing to him and could be solved easily. He asked Zhang Lingyu to relax and go for a walk with him.

Zhang Lingyu couldn't make up his mind for a moment and couldn't help but look at Rumu's master.

Tianshi said with a smile: "Young people just want to go out and have fun. Why do you always stay with an old man like me?"

"yes."

After receiving the order from the Heavenly Master, Zhang Lingyu followed Hu Xiuwu and left the room.

The library is on the second floor of Hogwarts, below the floor where they live. With the hard work of Zhu Quan, Li Ming and others, Hu Xiuwu and Zhang Lingyu went downstairs easily with the guide in hand.

I ran and stopped smoothly on the stairs. From time to time, I would wait for the stairs to return to my position because I was reluctant to go back to work. Sometimes I would get impatient and jump up, skipping a distance of five or six meters to reach the next level.

Half a flight of stairs.

Even if there is a guide, going downstairs is so cumbersome, Hu Xiuwu feels sad.

No wonder I just looked at the class schedule for freshmen. The first-year curriculum is so loose, and there is often only one class in a morning.

The purpose of this is probably to leave enough margin for the new students who have just arrived at Hogwarts to avoid being late. Otherwise, it is very likely that all the new students will be late for a class, and the teacher will be alone in the classroom.

Today is the first day of school, and almost all students have classes, so the library is quiet now. There is only a lady in her robes and a pointed hat, who is over forty years old, sorting books here.

When the lady saw Hu Xiuwu and Zhang Lingyu, she was not surprised. She just raised her index finger to her mouth, reminding them to keep their voices down in the library, and then let them in.

The library in the magical world is just like the library in an ordinary university, with densely packed books and long tables placed side by side for students to study and read.

Thousands of bookshelves mean that there are millions of books here, which is really a vast ocean.

Walking in the forest of books, Hu Xiuwu asked Zhang Lingyu what type of book he wanted to read.

Zhang Lingyu hesitated for a moment before asking Hu Xiuwu: "Senior brother, are there any books on alchemy here?"

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Hu Xiuwu really didn't expect that Zhang Lingyu had a hobby of refining alchemy.

"I'm afraid there is no alchemy here. People here are more accustomed to using crucibles to make potions." Hu Xiuwu said slowly while reading the library index carefully, "But there are books introducing magic potions and herbal medicines. Do you want to read them?"

Zhang Lingyu nodded repeatedly: "Then I'll trouble you, senior brother."

"Magic Potions and Potions", "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration", "Thousands of Magical Herbs and Fungi", "Magic Language Dictionary", "Hogwarts: A School History", "A Guide to Medieval Witchcraft"··

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After selecting a thick stack of books and finding an empty space, Hu Xiuwu began the real operation.