I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Slytherin has a lot of new students this year.

Lynn didn't know much, and only had some impressions of the Draco Malfoy who was sitting next to the bloody Barrow, who seemed a little restless, and his two followers.

The rest, like Pansy Parkinson, were just a little familiar to him.

The annual opening banquet is full of food, and Lynn is chatting with the new Slytherin prefect while eating grilled sausages.

Charles Horner, Slytherin's prefect for boys since this year, had been known to Lynn when he was helping Snape with potions.

The two of them sometimes helped out in Snape's office together, and they had a good relationship.

"Will Professor Snape help me if I borrow books from the forbidden section in the library?" Lynn asked.

Charles was also a little hesitant about his question, telling the truth.

"I really don't know this. You know, our dean has a weird personality. If you can make him feel pleasing to the eye, maybe he will help, but how do you say this? It's something no one has ever tried."

After Professor Fox left, Lynn lost a backer to the professor. Although Lynn already had a lot of information about black magic, Hogwarts was an old school after all, and in its books There are many whimsical ideas and related theories about all kinds of magic in the museum, which have an analogous effect on Lynn's own learning.

So he was thinking that he would go to Snape's office every day for a month of confinement, and wanted to see if he could make a name for himself in Snape's name in the future.

This year's freshman dinner was much more lively than before, especially in Gryffindor, where Harry Potter had been gathering a lot of people.

Lynn glanced at Malfoy at the table with him, and from time to time glanced at where Harry was, the spoiled young master's face was full of jealousy and dissatisfaction.

He brazenly showed off to the Slytherin freshman around him how expensive his family's sterling silver cutlery was, what his father had donated to Hogwarts now.

It's a pity that except for his entourage, the freshmen are not interested in his words.

When everyone is full, the food disappears from their plates.

As in previous years, Dumbledore introduced the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor this year.

"Professor Quirrell will be taking over for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester."

There are also some things that he says every year, but at the end he suddenly adds an extra sentence.

"Finally, I have to tell everyone that those who don't want to suffer an accident or a painful death, please don't enter the corridor on the right on the fourth floor."

There were little wizards laughing, but only a few were laughing.

Most people heard it, and Dumbledore was serious.

But he didn't tell the students exactly what was there, which made many students who knew him feel uncomfortable, because where their principal didn't allow them to go, he usually explained the reasons, for example, there were many dangers in the Forbidden Forest. The beast, we all know that.

But this time, he seemed to be deliberately selling off, attracting those daring people to take the initiative to explore.

Lynn pouted silently.

Dumbledore's fishing is too obvious.

After the dinner was over, Hogwarts campus life was officially on track.

After school started, Lynn never took the initiative to contact Harry Potter. He was very busy every day and had no spare time at all.

Even while eating, he held a magic book and stuffed a beef-stuffed pie into his mouth while looking at it.

"What are you studying every day?"

Ian and Cedric were very puzzled. If it was just the usual second-year courses, there was no need for Lynn to learn such a sleepless night.

Lynn put down the pure black-covered notebook in his hand, picked up a glass of pumpkin juice and sent the food in his mouth.

"I can't tell you right now, but you'll find out later."

He's actually watching those black magic diffusion studies by Professor Fox right now.

The magic knowledge involved is somewhat advanced. Even though Lynn has only been in touch with magic for a year, even if his talent is high, his foundation is weak, and it is still very difficult to learn.

He could only go to Snape's office at night to give him a freelance job, and find various reasons for him to help sign the borrowing slip in the forbidden area.

Although Snape would sneer at him every time, saying something about Belloc, it's not a good habit to be smart, and these profound knowledge will only make your brain become muddy.

But while he said that, he would still sign his name on the note.

Lynn listened with a smile every time, and before leaving, he walked along a few single leaves of mandrakes, or a few pupae of grimace hawkmoths.

Snape would just stare at him and say nothing more.

Lynn is in a hurry now.

He was trying to quickly master Professor Fox's spellcasting trick of spreading black magic, before he could make time for other magic studies.

Because the time interval is too long, he only has a general impression of how the plot of the original work developed.

He was waiting for a time, or an opportunity.

He only remembered that this opportunity was after the Halloween banquet, which meant that he only had more than two months to master at least two kinds of advanced black magic, and if he was lucky, he would have to add a high-end transfiguration—— Animagus.

Regarding Animagus, he took a mandrake from Professor Snape's office on the first day of school, and then followed the steps of the deformed Animagus written by Kira, in a On the night of the full moon, Lynn put the leaf under her tongue.

This time will last for a month, and he can move on to the next step when the next full moon arrives.

Because of the rush, Lynn used almost all the time available to study.

After a day of groping, he has already studied some of the notes left by Professor Fox.

The so-called diffusion of black magic is actually the second weakening of the enhanced black magic.

Turn a single point enchantment into a spreading aoe enchantment at the expense of strength.

Take the life-suppressing mantra as an example, its function is to make the person hit by the mantra die, and there is no solution to the mantra.

That's why Harry Potter is known as the Boy Who Lived, the only person in history to survive the death curse.

After the life-threatening spell is spread, it becomes an area-wide spell, using the ground as the conductor and the caster as the center of the circle, and the streamer with an instant death effect spreads in all directions, and the distance of the spread depends on the strength of the spell.