Signed to Hogwarts, I lead the magic revolution

Winter at Hogwarts has always been lively.

As Halloween approaches, the whole school is plunged into a sea of joy.

But this has nothing to do with Amber, and in recent times, all his thoughts have been on the vanishing cabinet in the Room of Requirement.

I have to say that as a top-level alchemy item, the complexity and stacking of magic patterns on the vanishing cabinet are far beyond Ambo’s imagination.

Just straightening out the connections between the various magic texts has almost exhausted Ambo’s spare time.

Fortunately, he is not without gain.

The design concept of the vanishing cabinet gave Ambo a great inspiration.

This essentially connects space, stably transmits magic power, so as to achieve the effect of directional long-distance transmission, so that Ambo sees the hope of his own magical technology development.

But that’s it for today.

After carefully putting away the quill and parchment, Ambo sighed.

There will be Professor Flitwick’s Charms class in a while. Although Flitwick admired him very much, that serious little old man would never let Ambo skip class.

After arriving in the Charms classroom and greeting Professor Flitwick cordially, Ambo sat down next to Hermione.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Sullen, it wasn’t like Hermione Granger. ”

Looking at the little witch’s gloomy face, Ambo waved his hand strangely in front of his eyes.

“I said, Ambo, why do you know black magic?”

After a moment of silence, Hermione turned her head to stare into Ambo’s eyes and asked softly.

“Of course I learned it, I’m not you, I’ll read it once.”

When Professor Flitwick asked them to experiment with the levitation charm. An Bo casually returned his wand, and without even saying the spell, he saw the feather in front of him floating smoothly.

In Professor Flitwick’s sharp plus, the answer that did not matter completely angered the little witch.

“How can you use this attitude of indifference? Do they all say that black magic is only used by dark wizards, which is the most evil symbol? ”

Seeing the little witch’s angry expression, Ambo couldn’t help but reach out and pinch Hermione’s cheeks.

After Hermione slapped his hand away in annoyance, Ambo scratched her head and said in distress

“I don’t know how to explain it to you, but Hermione, a simple spell, will not cause a change in people’s positions.”

Speaking of this, seeing that Hermione had also completed the levitation charm, Ambo simply turned around and quietly took out her wand under the table.

“Soft hands”

An imperceptible beam of light shot towards Hermione, and she suddenly felt as if her hands and feet had lost all strength.

“Ambo, you curse me!”

Ambo smiled, waved his wand again, and the little witch suddenly regained her freedom.

“Strictly speaking, Hermione, this little curse I used just now is also a type of dark magic.”

“Remember those curses we practiced? The front teeth race stick, grinning and hula-la, legs standing stiff and dead. It’s all a kind of black magic. ”

“How so?”

Hermione covered her mouth in surprise.

These spells seemed to her to be nothing more than a prank, and there had always been no shortage of occupants in the Gryffindor common room.

“You see that’s the truth, you don’t even know what black magic is.”

Ambo spread his hands and looked at Hermione with an innocent expression.

“From these little curses to the three unforgivable curses, what all dark magic has in common is malice toward others. As long as it meets this condition, all of them are black magic. ”

“So you know now, black magic is not terrible, he is just a tool, mainly depends on what the person who uses magic thinks in his heart.”

“No, all books say that the Dark Arts is evil, Hogwarts, a School History, History of Magic, The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts…”

“Hermione.” Ambo interrupted her, stared into her eyes seriously, and said

“Guns are also dangerous goods, and there are many restrictions on buying guns, so is it the gun itself or the people who hold the gun that really caused those tragedies?”

“Limiting black magic is the same as restricting guns, which is a decision made by the Ministry of Magic for the sake of social stability.”

As the bell rang, Ambo’s commentary also stopped for a paragraph.

He patted Hermione on the shoulder, leaving the little witch with a dull face, and ran non-stop towards the Room of Requirement.

On the other side, Hermione, who was bombarded by Ambo’s theory, stood up dumbfounded, packed up her backpack like a walking dead and walked out the door.

He needed to find a place to digest the information.

Ambo’s remarks were still too powerful for an eleven-year-old witch.

Growing up, she had developed an instinct to trust Ambo, but when Ambo’s words and authoritative books had a fundamental conflict, Hermione suddenly felt at a loss.

“What’s wrong with her?”

Hermione’s bleak figure fell in the eyes of Harry and the others, which looked particularly strange.

A man who had always been so strong, learned and proud suddenly became so decadent that Harry and Ron looked at each other and felt a little overwhelmed.

“Forget it, I saw him sitting with that Cadmus just now, maybe he was seduced by that Slytherin.”

Ron waved his hand, pulled Harry and walked towards the classroom.

Only Harry couldn’t help but turn his head and look in the direction where Hermione had disappeared, which was not where their next classroom was.

Hermione wasn’t the only one who skipped class, Ambo had always been ungrateful for classes he didn’t feel necessary.

Now he is on his way to Professor Flitwick’s office.

But what he didn’t notice was that behind him, there were two students from other academies hanging from afar.

And an old acquaintance of his, March.

“I said, this guy is just a first-year student, as for us to move the crowd like this?”

Next to March, a tall, thin Ravenclaw student clasped his hands to his chest and looked proud.

He is also a seventh-grader, and when he faces such a new student as Ambo, he has an indescribable sense of superiority.

“Don’t be careless, cooperate with Lord Quirrell’s actions. Besides, you underestimated Cadmus, and for years, we weren’t the only ones who wanted that thing. ”

After glancing sideways at the tall and thin boy, March said lightly.

These guys have not really seen Ambo do it, and naturally they will not believe that Ambo will have any powerful magic.

For these guys who have a high self-esteem and are determined to achieve a great cause, contempt and contempt for others have long been a habit engraved in their bones.

And March is not going to correct their thinking.

One is because in the absence of seeing is believing, even if he says something that breaks the sky, these guys will not change anything.

The second is that keeping them in this way is positive for March’s control of the entire organization.

There are seven or eight good hands arranged horizontally, and even if they are careless, they have plenty of time to react.

March had carefully studied several of Ambo’s rivalries, whether it was over first-year prefect or in conflict with Douglas.

The strength shown by Anbo is almost the level of a seventh-grade graduate.

Seven or eight masters of the same level are under ambush, so achieve the effect they want.

“I said March, since this little devil doesn’t plan to go back to the dormitory for a while, then you might as well search for it.”

The tall boy was still a little unhappy, he squinted at March, and his words were full of ridicule.

They are also seventh-graders, why is March in charge of the organization?

Even the tasks assigned by Lord Quirrell, who is now hidden in the school, are directly notified to March.

This made the tall boy very unhappy, and secretly wanted to provoke March’s authority.

“You can try it, it’s just a bottle of compound decoction, it’s easy.” If it’s better to become someone else’s appearance, or let the rest of the lounge catch it, don’t say I didn’t remind you. ”

“And you’d better consider how to face Lord Quirrell’s wrath.”

March smiled, unimpressed by the tall boy’s teasing.

The price he paid in private was unimaginable. A small Ravenclaw was just a fantasy to replace himself and approach Lord Quirrell.

“Remember to do it after the Halloween banquet starts, I’ll go and prepare first.”

After leaving the last sentence, March turned and hurried away.

And the tall boy could only snort coldly, beckoning the carefully selected action personnel behind him, and rushed to the action location they had already selected.

The web of conspiracy has slowly emerged, but Amber knows nothing about it.

In the discussion with Professor Flitwick just now, Flitwick praised Ambo’s magic level, and even wanted to recommend him to participate in the Duel Tournament.

For Professor Flitwick’s praise, Amber did not take it to heart.

The All England Duel Tournament is indeed a rare event, and if Amber can be thrilled by a prize in a certain edition, he wouldn’t mind attending it.

However, the priority now is the study of the vanishing cabinet.

After coming out of Flitwick’s office, watching it get late, Ambo walked towards the hall on tiptoe.

Even if it’s research, you have to finish eating.

The surrounding pumpkin decoration did not attract Ambo’s attention and came into this world for eleven years. Amber has never had Halloween once.

At the end of Quirrell’s dinner, Quirrell hurriedly rushed in from outside and yelled at everyone

“Trolls! Trolls are in school! ”

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