The Rise of Malfoy at Hogwarts - Vol 4 Chapter 150

May 27th, Thursday.

Gryffindor’s morning class is Professor McGonagall’s transformation class, while Slytherin’s class is Professor Bock’s alchemy class.

The final exam is about to expire in one month. The professors stopped teaching the new content and started to review the content learned this semester.

Metamorphosis began to review the use of various conversion spells, and Professor McGonagall even hinted that if you can even master cross-species conversion, you can definitely get full marks. Of course, in this class, except for Hermione, Professor McGonagall didn’t expect anyone to be able to do this and really get full marks.

Harry and Ron’s performance can only be regarded as satisfactory, and it is estimated that there is still a lot of credit for Hermione. As for Neville, his progress is seriously lagging behind. Professor McGonagall doubts whether Neville can pass the OWL exam at this time next year.

The alchemy of this semester involves the basic application of alchemical runes, but most of the runes are extremely simple, such as those mentioned in the Christmas ball. Most of them are used in clothing, making the clothing lighter and more comfortable to wear. Comfortable, or with automatic ironing, automatic repair, constant temperature function, etc. If Mrs. Morkin in Diagon Alley knew about this, she would definitely not be happy.

These runes are too simple for Schelling. He has successfully imprinted the invisible magic on the robes of the Supreme Wizard, which is comparable to the invisible cloak of death. In comparison, what are the runes that are automatically ironed and repaired?

After the transformation lesson, Professor McGonagall kept Harry.

“Potter, you go to the Quidditch stadium below at nine o’clock tonight,” Professor McGonagall said to him, “Mr. Bagman is going to tell the Warriors what the third project is there.”

The same scene and dialogue were also staged by Xie Lin.

The afternoon class is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Gryffindor and Slytherin.

This is Hermione’s favorite course. It can even be said that for the whole week, what Hermione was looking forward to most was this time on Thursday.

For some reason, Professor Moody seems to like to put her and Schelling in the same group. Since the class at the end of March (which was the time when I was originally scheduled to learn the Guardian of Peace, but was changed to learn the Iron Armor Curse), in every Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Hermione has studied as a team partner with Schelling.

Although Gryffindor and Slytherin have three courses together: potions, magical creatures, and defense against the dark arts, only in the defense against the dark arts class can Schelling have the most intersection with her. Even if Schelling never talked to her about anything other than Defence Against the Dark Arts, she still secretly delighted, at least during this time, Schelling’s time belonged to her alone.

Of course, Schelling ignored the differences in colleges and gave her generous guidance, which made her defense against the dark arts improve by leaps and bounds, which is also one of the reasons she likes this course.

While other students were still struggling to master the Iron Armor Curse, Hermione and Schelling had already privately started the practice of “all protection” and “invasion of all evils”. It must be said that when Hermione knew that Schelling had already mastered the derivative spells of these two iron armor curses, and created her own protective magic from them, Hermione was shocked.

She had seen Schelling’s protective magic in the first event of the Triwizard Tournament, but at the time she thought it was a secret inheritance from the pure-blood family. She never thought that Schelling’s understanding of the curse had already To the point where you can create your own spell. The gap between the two once again made her feel out of reach, and it also inspired her greater determination to become stronger.

At 8:30 in the evening, Schelling bid farewell to Daphne and Astoria, and came to the hall, just in time to meet Harry who had just walked down the stairs.

“What do you think it will be?” Harry asked Schelling as the two walked down the stone steps together and melted into the dark night .”

“According to the historical practice of the Triwizard Tournament, the first two events are different in each session, but the last one has never changed the precedent—” Schelling seemed to have thought of something, he smiled and said: “If you are Ask Granger about this question, and she will probably tell you that she has read this information in a report…”

“That’s the same,” Harry scratched his head. “You and Hermione are the same type of characters, you know so much.”

“It’s not that we know a lot, Harry,” Schelling looked at Harry with gray pupils. “It’s because you don’t pay enough attention to knowledge. I’ll give you a piece of advice. You are a boy who survives a catastrophe, and the mark on your forehead is destined for you. Life is impossible to be ordinary. If you continue to have this kind of easy-going mentality, you will have big problems in the future.”

Harry frowned, and said a little displeased: “What do you mean by this?”

“If you really want to know,” Schelling said flatly, “Go ask Dumbledore. He is the one who should explain this to you best.”

Schelling just gave him a kind reminder based on his goodwill for the original protagonist. As for whether he listened or not, it wasn’t Schelling’s problem. Schelling knew that he had rewritten the fate of this world, that is to say, Harry’s protagonist’s halo had been weakened by half by himself, if Harry was not careful—

He will die.

Really, Harry is no longer the protagonist in the fairy tale who is protected by fate and will never die no matter what.

It can even be said that with his fame and status, the probability of his death is far greater than any other character in the original book.

Harry snorted and expressed his dissatisfaction, apparently not taking Schelling’s words as the same. Harry was born in a family that could be regarded as half abusive, which created his character of contempt for authority and distrust of elders and adults. In the original book, he showed this character to the fullest. He never listened to Dumbledore. Persuasion and orders from McGonagall, McGonagall, and the Ministry of Magic always act according to their own wishes.

He even dared not listen to Dumbledore’s words, let alone the preaching of Schelling, a student of his grade. He felt disgusted when he heard it, so much so that he even forgot to ask what the third project was.

They walked along the dark lawn towards the Quidditch pitch, then entered the pitch through a gap between the stands.

“What did they do here?” Harry stopped abruptly and asked angrily. The Quidditch pitch is no longer flat and smooth. It seems that someone has built countless long low walls here, these low walls are intricately stretched in all directions.

“It’s a bush wall!” Xie Lin said, looking down at the low wall closest to him. This is a wall composed of a very special plant. Xie Lin gently plucked a leaf on it, and soon a new leaf grew on the bare branch bud. It took less time before and after. Five seconds.

“Interestingly, is this to prevent players from breaking through the wall with blasting spells or cutting spells?” Xie Lin thought to himself, even with his extensive knowledge, he couldn’t call this plant the name. It seems to build this Hagrid of the Wall was greatly underestimated by the original work.

“Hello!” a cheerful voice shouted.

Ludovic Bagman stood in the middle of the court, and Eleanor and Katerina stood beside him. The two crossed low walls and walked towards them.

“What do you think?” Bagman asked happily. “It’s going well, isn’t it? In a month, Hagrid will make them twenty feet tall. Don’t worry,” he saw Harry and Cedley. With an unpleasant expression on K’s face, he said with a smile, “As soon as the competition is over, your Quidditch stadium will be restored to its original shape! Okay, I think you probably guess what we are going to do here?”

Seeing Bagman winking his eyes, Xie Lin smiled and said, “It’s a maze, right? It looks really interesting.”

“That’s right!” Bagman said, “it’s a maze. The third item is very simple and clear. The top three cup is placed in the center of the maze, and whoever warrior encounters it first will get full marks.”

“We just need to go through the maze?” Eleanor asked. Although she came from a powerful pure-blooded family, her family was immersed in alchemy and didn’t know much about the mundane things in the world.

“There will be many obstacles,” Bagman said cheerfully, jumping on tiptoe, “Hagrid provided a lot of animals…and some spells that must be lifted…and so on, you know. And, The scoring champion enters the maze first, and that’s you, Mr. Malfoy,” Bagman said enthusiastically to Schelling. “Mr. Potter and Miss Hornheim followed, and finally it was Miss Monroe’s turn. But you all You must work hard to succeed. It depends on your ability to cross obstacles.”

After the meeting, Xie Lin suddenly had a flash of inspiration and patted Harry on the shoulder.

“Harry, can I talk to you in the woods? Don’t worry, it’s about some personal issues. It won’t take you too much time.”

“Yes, no problem,” Harry said, slightly surprised.

The two walked side by side to the dark forbidden forest. Harry’s face became more and more solemn, and Schelling even noticed that his hand had gripped the wand tightly in his pocket.

“Don’t be nervous, I’m not malicious,” Schelling laughed blankly. It seemed that Harry was still quite wary of himself, but he seemed to think too much. Under Dumbledore’s nose, his personality was a little crazy. Batty didn’t dare to do anything to Harry, let alone Schelling.

They finally came to a quiet clearing, some distance from the stables of the Boothbatten horse, Schelling stopped under the tree and turned to look at Harry.

“Well, what did you want to say when you called me here?” Hari said in a somewhat impatient tone.

“It’s about autumn—” Sherrington paused, observing Harry’s somewhat sullen expression, and then continued: “Do you like her?”

“It’s none of your business!” Harry was a little angry. In his opinion, Schelling was just entertaining him. Well, it cannot be denied that although Schelling did these things for other purposes, using this as a topic did mean to amuse Harry. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

“Of course it’s my business, you know, Qiu is the core cadre in my fan club and my hardest fan. I care about her, is it okay?” Xie Lin showed a mean Smile, “I think Qiu seems to like me a little bit, but… alas, I already have a girlfriend…”

Harry was disgusted by Schelling. He didn’t want to continue this topic, so he turned around and left.

Suddenly, there was unusual movement in the bushes.

A man suddenly stumbled out from behind a tall oak tree. It was Mr. Barty Crouch. He seemed to have been wandering outside for many days, his torn robe, bloodstains all over his body, his face covered with scars, his beard and his face pale and haggard. His neat hair and beard all need to be washed and trimmed. His appearance is strange, but the strangest thing is his behavior—

He seems to be talking to someone, and this person can only be seen by himself. He was muttering to a tree and gesturing. Harry couldn’t understand what he was talking about, but he seemed to have heard the name “Weatherby”, and he could only guess that he was mentally ill. Think of a tree as Percy.

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