Signed to Hogwarts, I lead the magic revolution

This Transfiguration class was very easy for Ambo.

On the way to the library, Ambo even whistled slowly.

Minerva McGonagall’s Transfiguration class made him very rewarding.

Not only did he explain the source of his strength to Professor McGonagall.

And he also accidentally got tickets to Professor McGonagall’s Transfiguration Club.

Being able to join such a high-end club will be of great benefit to Prologis’ future plans.

After all, Professor McGonagall had been Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts for decades.

The big people who came out of his Transfiguration Club were all over the wizarding world.

What’s more, Dumbledore was also a Transfiguration professor at the time, and his manuscript was likely hidden in a Transfiguration classroom.

Snape’s textbook is not a living example.

Not to mention, the check-in on Professor McGonagall broke the African curse that Amble has always had.

[Animagus Transfiguration Experience].

Such an unexpected gain made Ambo alone silly happy.

However, Amber’s good mood disappeared when he arrived at the library.

At the door of the library, Malfoy and his two attendants were spraying poison on Harry and Ron.

“You guys are idle and have nothing to do, right?”

Looking at Ron and Draco, who were standing in the doorway of the library, making loud noises, Ambo covered his forehead in pain.

Sometimes he really envies these little ghosts, obviously the same age, these guys. You can enjoy the joy of youth unscrupulously without any responsibility and pressure.

But I can only bear great pressure and responsibility, alone, and move forward with difficulty.

“Hmph, traitor.”

Seeing Ambo’s figure, Hermione suddenly raised her head.

Long chestnut hair flew in the air, with the arrogant expression of a little witch, staring at Ambo viciously.

“Why did you get to Slytherin?”

“That said, my whole family is Slytherin, do you think you can choose this thing yourself?”

Faced with the little witch’s questioning, Ambo opened his mouth.

There were some things that could be discussed with Grindelwald, but not as thoroughly as with Hermione.

Hearing this unexpected explanation, Hermione looked at Amber’s serious expression in bewilderment.

He had heard Ron say that indeed the house that the family had always done could easily affect their children. Just like the Weasleys were all Gryffindors.

But she always felt that Ambo was definitely fooling herself.

He doesn’t have any evidence, just an intuition based on years of getting along with Amber.

“Okay, you guys stop making trouble, you want to fight and find a place to fight, now get out of the way.”

Looking at both Harry and Draco who were looking at each other angrily, Ambo shook his head helplessly, turned and walked into the library. (Ask for flower review votes).

“Hermione, what class did you have this morning? When do you plan to do your homework? ”

Seeing Hermione follow in with a questioning expression, Ambo instantly preemptively opened his mouth and asked.

“We had a history of magic class this morning, and by God, I’ve never heard such a boring class, and is the history of the wizarding world really like that?” Goblin Rebellion—”

Amber easily turned Hermione’s attention to her homework, and the two sat in the library, each taking out their own homework, as if they had been discussing study in the first place.

It’s just that Amber knows much more about the Transfiguration Book than Hermione knows about the history of magic.

After completing his thesis easily, Ambo got up, borrowed a copy of “Intermediate Magic Texts” and began to study his own things.

The advantage of Hogwarts libraries is that many different versions of the same book can be found.

Almost all of the authors graduated from Hogwarts, where you can find their original literature and materials.

For example, at this time, the “Intermediate Magic Text” in Ambow’s hands, compared with the version sold on the market, this one talks more about the author’s research ideas at that time.

This is exactly what Prologis desperately needs right now.

The sun gradually slanted to the west, and before you knew it, the afternoon passed quietly.

When Hermione finally finished her homework, Ambo also duly buttoned up the book in her hand.

“Good night, Hermione.”

“Good night Bo, remember not to be late for tomorrow’s potions class.”

Walking out of the library and looking at the stars, Amber yawned lazily.

“You’re the one not to be late, as far as I know, our headmaster has never had a good look at Gryffindor.”

Saying that, Ambo waved his hand and turned and walked towards the Slytherin common room.

After returning to the lounge, I ignored those. Chasing the guys in the lounge, Ambo turned into his single dormitory.

Long before he went out this morning, he asked the house-elves to partially transform his dormitory.

Now in the dormitory, near the floor-to-ceiling windows, a huge console is quietly placed there.

Seeing this console, Ambo let out a long breath.

He casually felt a bottle of medicine from the box and poured it into his mouth without hesitation.

This is the sobering agent that Grindelwald has configured, and they are used to gather the spirit to remove sleepiness, and to complete some work that requires concentration, which is no better.

Standing in front of the operating table, looking at the magic circuits engraved with complicated magic texts on the operating table, Ambo supported his hands on it, and the magic slowly entered.

The magic patterns on the console were lit up one by one, and a light blue barrier appeared on the entire table.

After seeing that all the protective measures were activated, Ambo took out the pistol he was carrying.

It is placed on the operating table and expertly disassembled into parts one by one.

“According to what is said in today’s book, if the receptor amplified by the timed amplification spell is used, it will not have an effect on the magic text engraved on it after it is restored to its original state. So, use it to give it a try first. ”

While muttering, Ambo drew his wand and lightly tapped it on the striker of the pistol.

“Quickly getting bigger”

Under the control of the magic advance, the striker of the original fine fiber turned into a metal column two inches thick and one foot long in an instant.

Slowly raising the white ebony carving knife in his hand, Anbo’s magic power flowed, and on this metal pillar, a complicated magic text was engraved.

Under his own deliberate control of the spell before, the transformation of the striker was only two hours.

This is also the transformation time recommended by the author on the previous “Intermediate Magic Text”.

Prologis has done this work before I don’t know how many times.

At the beginning, they were all embroidered on tiny strikers, but now they have a bigger stage, and Amber’s movements are becoming more accurate and fast.

Two hours passed in a flash, when Amber made the last stroke, connecting all the magic patterns into a loop.

The effect of the previous magnification spell has also been squandered, and the striker has shrunk back to its original size and shape.

“This should be… It worked? ”

Ambo picked up his striker and looked closely at the light.

The magic circuit above. The operation is still smooth. The magic power entered before blooms a little fluorescence in the loop, slowly dims with the flow of time, and finally disappears.

“Finally… It worked! ”

Seeing this scene, An Bo’s face couldn’t be suppressed, revealing a bright smile.

Hogwarts is worthy of Hogwarts, just a copy of “Intermediate Magic Text” taken out casually has brought Ambo such a great inspiration.

This made Ambo still longing for it in his heart when he fell asleep, which came from Dumbledore’s alchemy manuscript.

Early the next morning, the biological clock awakens Ambo from his dream.

Still going to the side of the Black Lake as usual, emptying his whole body of magic, Ambo did not lie on the lawn this time to enter the sunrise, but turned and walked back to the Slytherin common room.

The first lesson of the day. It was Professor Snape’s Potions class.

In his plans, Snape was such an important figure that he would have a close connection with Snape for the next seven years.

Therefore, he needs to take a good shower and empty his brain to meet the first lesson of this pathetic dean.

Following the army to the underground classroom, unlike Professor McGonagall, Snape would never stand in the classroom until the bell rang.

So after class, Snape’s black robe turned behind him, like a huge bat, and quietly stepped into the classroom.

As soon as Ambo blessed himself, he had a cerebral occlusion.

Another wonderful bridge in the roll call, Snape unabashedly spread his malice to Harry Potter.

During a round of questions and answers, Amber clearly felt Snape’s thick malice.

Just as Ambo was watching the famous scene, he suddenly felt that the little witch next to him was poking his waist with something.

Ambo turned his head, and at this time, Hermione’s face was no longer grieved that he had just been deducted points for no reason.

In its place, there was a deep sense of doubt.

“Ambo, why do you say Professor Snape has such malice towards Harry?”

“He seems to be just targeting Harry.”

“How do I know.”

Ambo shrugged, reached out to sort out the crucible on the table, and said casually without turning his head

“Maybe it’s the shadow of childhood, and the regret of adolescence or something.”

“It seems that our Mr. Kadros is quite involved in this.”

As soon as the words fell, at Hermione’s exclamation, a cold and slippery voice sounded from the back of Ambo’s head.

Then he saw the black robes flying, and Snape’s stinking face like a creditor appeared in front of Ambo.

“Since our Mr. Cadmus can’t wait, then please answer my question.”

Under the malicious tone, Snape’s cold gaze roamed unscrupulously on Ambo’s body.

It is like a poisonous snake lurking in the gutter, not knowing when it will shoot deadly venom.

“Mr. Cadmus, what will you get if I ask you to put the young leaves of the mandrake into the juice of glazed duckweed?”