Chapter 337 The First Day of School
Although Professor Adams was very motivated and his tone clearly indicated the urge to bring Andrew into the research group, Andrew declined.
Just the combination of transfiguration and magic spells is enough for him to drink a pot. Herbal medicine is a subject that has passed the stage of relying solely on whimsy and must be studied with hard power. He does not have the ability.
What can he do?
Guide the professors to create a Plants vs. Zombies?
Even if it is adapted into the content of the magical world, plants fighting against the Inferi is an extremely outrageous thing - herbal plants have never been less lethal, but compared to intelligent magical creatures, most plants that rely on instinct are just too good. Dealt with it.
Insufficient intelligence is the biggest shortcoming of those plants, not to mention other things. Carrying and fighting are serious problems - you can't expect the mandrake to roar to death for those who have lost their noses, right?
Potions have not yet developed combat potions, let alone lower-end herbalism - Professor Adams is good at herbalism. If Andrew fights him, the winning rate is almost 99%. , then it means it has no fighting power at all.
Thinking about the messy content, Andrew ran all the way to the vicinity of Hagrid's hut.
"Andrew!"
Hagrid's voice, which could not be suppressed, exploded from afar.
"Morning, Hagrid!"
He responded loudly, and then trotted over.
Hagrid put on a set of huge wizard robes and washed his face carefully - as for his hair, ahem, you don't have to worry about hair when you are a professor.
Whether you have thick black hair or a bald head, whether your hair is straight or, ahem... In short, as long as it is not too weird, hair does not affect the quality of teaching.
"The old professor asked me to dress up smartly," Hagrid said a little awkwardly. He didn't like to dress so formally. "I did it after I fed the chickens."
"Very good."
Andrew's serious compliment.
“The old professor also asked me to get used to eating in the auditorium, saying that if I sit there, students will adapt more quickly - to be honest, I’m not used to it.”
But , this must be accustomed to - occupying seats first and then considering other issues. If you sit at the faculty table for a long time, students will get used to this in their hearts.
There was no doubt that the old professor was correcting Hagrid almost tailor-made.
"I also think the old professor is right," Andrew responded seriously, "Don't forget, I also took the elective."
"You took it too?"
Hagrid asked in a high voice, "My course?"
"Of course," Andrew spread his hands, "I must at least know those magical creatures, right?"
"That's great. What do you think of my book? The old professor said that although it's a bit individual, it's great."
'Book? ’
Andrew was stunned for a moment, and then recalled the mail-order textbook - it seemed that the packaging was strange, but he didn't pay attention at all and didn't unpack it.
In other words - although he took Care of Magical Creatures as an elective course, he did not prepare for it at all.
Not only that, he was happily chatting with the professor of the course, and everything started going very happily.
"I haven't read it yet, Hagrid."
Andrew thought for a moment and gave up on lying, "You know, I don't have time."
"Didn't read it?"
Andrew nodded, "Yes, I'm going to read it before class."
"But doesn't Ravenclaw love learning?"
Hagrid held back a very magical sentence for a long time.
‘My main study is Transfiguration, and my minor is Charms. I have to rely on supplementary lessons in Herbology, Magical Creatures and so on...’
But this obviously cannot be said directly.
"Yes, but everyone is now competing for the first place in a single subject..."
"That's right," Hagrid nodded, "Hermione almost got the first place in a single subject. She cried, but I'm afraid she has to lose a little more. There are not many classes this year. "'She is full...'
Andrew muttered silently in his mind, "Yes, there are so many courses."
"But I can help you a little. Since you haven't read it, you must not know how to open the textbook."
As Hagrid said this, he returned to his hut and took out a strange book.
It was a beautiful book with a green cover - but Andrew felt a faint malice in it when Hagrid held it.
This is not normal - although other wizards cannot feel it, he confirms that what he feels is correct.
This thing Hagrid took out is active!
He dared to gamble with the transformation technique that he had practiced for a long time - this thing was extraordinary.
"This book is very strange."
"Of course," Hagrid said as he put the book on the ground - it immediately started trotting, as if planning to run away Lose!
“Alive?”
Andrew exclaimed and waved his wand - the book that had been running away flew up and floated in front of Andrew, with his teeth and claws bared, as if he was trying to take a bite out of Andrew's hand or somewhere else. .
"I regret it, Hagrid."
Andrew said with certainty, "I should have asked you earlier, this book is too magical!"
'Living, magical life? Or alchemical life? How did it come to life? If I use transformation, how can I achieve this effect? ’
Andrew looked at the book in front of him, his eyes full of greed - he desperately needed such knowledge.
The transformation of dead objects into life is simply a miracle of transfiguration!
Who would have thought that the next stepping stone would be this?
He was stupid enough to leave a golden key there without unpacking it!
"Not too late, not too late."
Andrew poked this guy in the air with his wand and began to try to communicate with it using the power of transfiguration - no, as long as it can be analyzed, it is enough!
But something strange happened - he couldn't communicate.
He could only feel a little twisted malice or something. The power of transformation did not exist. It was a very unfamiliar protective power.
'I don't believe it anymore...'
Andrew waved his wand and began to communicate with the most standard transfiguration technique in an extremely serious manner - but something strange happened again.
He found nothing.
"Can I push harder?"
Andrew looked at Hagrid, his tone full of eagerness to try.
"Whatever, I still have two copies. The bookseller gave them to me, and this one is for you."
Hagrid looked casual - as the professor, he chose Behind the textbooks, the bookstore owner was very happy, but the clerk's eyes were not very good.
“Thank you.”
Andrew couldn't wait to wave his wand and began to use transformation with all his strength, trying to break through the strange power and understand.
‘Successful, nothing more than that! ’
Andrew’s not-so-weak transformation power, with the blessing of the wand, directly overwhelmed the layer of mysterious power and began to infect the book itself.
However, the force quickly contracted and shook, disrupting Andrew's transformation. The book suddenly fell to the ground, with torn pages scattered everywhere, and ink flowed out in sheets - the unfolded pages were full of stains and blank spaces.
There is no doubt that the book is dead.
(End of this chapter)