Roasting a whole lamb is not an easy job, but fortunately there is something in this world that makes life extremely convenient, and the magic ----- might be better if it were not for the complicated rules and regulations of the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, although Shane understands that those complicated regulations actually protect the majority, but Shane considers himself to be a minority. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Hogwarts doesn't allow shapeshifting, in fact, it's just an extension of the rules that students don't allow to use spells that are too difficult, and the magic increases with age, which is a natural rule that 99.99% wizards need to follow, and Shane is the 0.01%, and it's a really hard time ------to look back on.

'It seems that your good mood has smoothed your magic even more, and this is your seventh high spell of the day. But Elsa said this when Sean used a shapeshifter to send herself and Elsa, who had already eaten too lazy to fly, back to the lounge.

Isn't that what I'm here for? Sean sat on the couch in the common room, feeling a little excited, it was a little after-effect of his use of magic, too much magic above his physical level sometimes caused some damage to him, but more importantly, it made his soul and body much stronger than most heat. I have to admit that those old perverted methods actually work.

I've told the old perverts that the only thing that prevents them from seeking the so-called 'truth' is because they're so perverted. ’

You've been punished badly for those words, haven't you? Elsa giggled like an old hen, as if she was recalling what had happened to Sean.

'Where are we going to spend Christmas this year?' Shane wisely chose to change the subject.

'Is it too early to think about that?' Elsa doesn't have the mentality of an old man who has lived for hundreds or thousands of years, on the contrary, she is like a teenager who likes to drink today and get drunk tomorrow, and it is really difficult for her to think about what will happen in a few months, and she would rather sleep than think about such a 'long-term' problem. Besides, those old perverts in your mouth won't get you out of Hogwarts. ’

Then we have to go to Hogsmeade. Sean put his cheek on his hand and stared at the fire in the fireplace. That place is technically Hogwarts' sphere of influence. ’

'Who knows~' Elsa's spirit was a little lazy, and Shane turned his head, and the lazy dragon was already coiled up and snorted on his shoulder.

"It's not a lady." Shane muttered, reaching out and pulling out a book out of thin air.

The Wand and the Wizard, a book that discusses what wands mean to wizards, is a bit of a long treatise, but there are some ideas that can inspire Shane, who can't use a wand.

This book is in line with Ollivander's point of view, wands are spiritual, and the process of choosing wands is also the process of wand choosing people, they are like an extension of people's bodies and souls, which can help people easily convert magic into spells.

The book also mentions wandless casting, which the author of the book sees as a 'historical regression' behavior, much like the Muggles who gave up their muskets and used cold weapons.

"It's kind of interesting." In the wizarding world, there are not many people who can look at Muggle society with an objective eye, but that doesn't mean he agrees with the author, using cold weapons and guns to describe wandless spellcasting and wand casting is obviously too shallow, and Shane's research in this area is not much less than that of some wandmakers.

Shane closed the book and looked at the author's name, Grigovich, who, like Ollivander, was also a wandmaker.

"If you have a chance, you can have a good chat."

Stretching, Shane looked at the bright sky, a new day began again, interesting life always passed quickly, compared to the current life, the previous ten years were simply as long as a lifetime.

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Time flies, it seems to be just a blink of an eye, Halloween is really a boring holiday, except for the deeds of Hermione, Harry and Ron fighting trolls, there seems to be nothing worth talking about, and Shane is trying to absorb the knowledge of Hogwarts.

The Hogwarts library, on the fifth floor, has nearly 20,000 different collections, which have been sorted into categories and unleashed a magic that 'makes sure that younger students don't flip through books beyond their comprehension', and that Shaun is sure that this magic is just a gimmick used by the librarian, Lady Pince, to scare the younger students.

Transfiguration is a course that begins in the first year, but human transfiguration, which is usually only accessible to students from the sixth grade onwards, and Animagus is usually something that only adult wizards have access to, and it is dangerous, so the Ministry of Magic requires all Animagus to register with the Ministry's Office of Misuse of Magic----- although for a small number of people, the Ministry of Magic's decree is no different from farting.

Shane wasn't going to look at the Animagus, he needed to start from scratch, the old perverts hadn't taught him that----- they didn't think that inferior and ridiculous spell was of any use.

The library was quiet, maybe because it was too early and there weren't many people, and Shaun liked the quiet environment, which allowed him to think deeply, and Elsa, who liked it as much as Shane, allowed her to sleep happily.

"Why are you here?" In a sneaky muffled voice, Granger hunched over the table next to Shane with a book much larger than her face in his hand.

"I didn't have classes in the morning." Shane lifted his eyelids, and he was seeing key knowledge points----- some Transfiguration spells and spell-casting techniques, such as how to turn a book into a cat.

"Can I ask you some questions?" Hermione carefully moved the high stool to Shane's side.

"Ask, know everything." Shane looked up and looked at the little girl, who looked as if she hadn't slept all night, and her face was not very good.

"You know there's a ----- a ----- in the Forbidden Forest," Hermione gestured, trying to figure out how to describe it. "Something like a ghost, the kind of thing Harry saw in the Forbidden Forest last night, it was wearing a tattered black cloak and floated in the air like a ghost, do you know what it was?"

Shane glanced at the book in front of Hermione Granger, The Encyclopedia of Amazing Creatures.

"You went to the Forbidden Forest yesterday?"

"Well----- for some 'special' reasons." Hermione's face flushed, she had always considered herself a good student, so she wouldn't tell Shaun that she had been sent to patrol the Forbidden Forest for violating the school rules. "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Sometimes, it's better that you know less, although I don't think you'll give up looking for answers." Hermione and Harry were still so able to toss, and this didn't seem to change because of their appearance, and Harry still met Voldemort.

"You know what that is, right?" Hermione's eyes lit up, and her voice was a little louder, causing the other apprentices in the distance to look this way.

"Where's Harry?" Shane looked left and right, and the three of them were inseparable.

"I'm still sleeping in the lounge." The little girl pursed her lips, apparently not very satisfied with her friend's laziness.

"Come with me." Shane closed the book and put it back on the shelf.