Linde stood dumbfounded at the water's edge, watching the gills on his cheeks slowly disappear after they broke away from the water.

"I'm not really half-blooded!" Linde's mind was full of cranky thoughts. The world of Harry Potter really has a race of fishmen.

Due to Linde's conjecture that he was different from ordinary people, he learned about the fish-man race when he bought the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

Although he is good at water, he is good at water. But he didn't feel like he had anything to do with the fish-people. At that time, it occurred to him that even a half-breed would have very definite appearances.

For example, Professor Flitwick, a fairy hybrid, is unusually short and has pointed ears. Needless to say, Hagrid, a giant half-blood, even his inner aesthetic was influenced by his giant blood. Any hideous and terrifying monster is a little cute in his eyes.

Lind touched his jaw, where the gills had disappeared, and he pinched again to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

There's only one possibility.

I'm reaching puberty for the half-breed fish-people, and I'm starting to develop.

Definitely. But why do I become invisible as soon as I get out of the water? Does Dumbledore know? And so on and so forth.

Forget it, don't worry about it for now.

Linde also thought that if this ability is discovered in the future, should I say that this is "Magus the Fishman", just like the natural ability of "Magus Disguise".

After thinking about it for a while, Linde still decided that his identity and hybrid ability should be revealed step by step. It is only practical to learn magic at Hogwarts first.

Linde threw himself into the water again, and after a short time in the water, the gills on both cheeks reappeared. He looked around his body, and only gills appeared, and the expected flippers, scales, etc., did not appear.

He placed his hand on the gills and clearly felt the water being swallowed up by the gills repeatedly.

I think I'm going to have flippers in the future, right?! I don't know if there is a Beechburg School of Magic.

After thinking for a while, he stayed underwater, and never once came up to breathe.

Burst!

Lind burst out of the water, leaped high into the air, and then landed on the edge of the pool.

After wiping his body casually, Linde took out his pocket watch and glanced at it.

It's past two o'clock in the morning.

Linde took Hans Christian Andersen out of the Room of Need, and then thought about his needs in his heart again.

When he was in the water, he was in only good condition, not bad. Now he has no need to sleep at all.

Even this week of high-intensity study, he was a little depressed, and the dark circles under his eyes recovered a lot in this night.

"If I had a break like this every day, I would be able to handle the time turnaround in third grade! It's not like Hermione who is exhausted of energy at all. ”

So now he is not in a hurry to go back, the night is still long......

"I want a safe place to practice magic" ×3

A doorknob appears again on the smooth wall. As soon as Linde pushed, he saw the layout inside.

First of all, there are several dolls without facial features, Linde touched it, the material of these dolls does not know what it is made of, and it basically completely simulates the feeling of flesh to the touch, and you can also feel something similar to bones in the ankles, shoulder blades and other positions.

I think that's what he's practicing.

In the other corner, there is also a table with a set of Practical Charms III.

The paper, which had turned yellow, had turned over and looked at the many spells he had never heard of or had only seen in the movies.

Looking at the effects of these spells, they are all powerful spells that are outside the scope of the dark arts defined by the Ministry of Magic.

Among them was the advanced spell that he was familiar with when the flames were raging and torn apart, and the Alaho Cave was opened: Hurry up.

There are also misty clouds, whirlwind and so on. And this is not a new book, many of the spells in it are left next to the original owner's own feelings, summarized skills, etc., which greatly reduces the difficulty of his learning.

Lind flipped through it and shouted good luck in his heart. It's a treasure.

But now I can't wait, step by step. Lind put the book away, then drew his wand.

He'd spent the whole week summarizing the essentials of his spell casting, and now he felt confident that his magic practice was safe.

He would swing the stick around whenever he could, and now was the time to put the results to the test.

He held his wand and faced one of the dolls.

"Oolong Sortie!" A black snake sprang out of his wand and flew towards the puppet.

In Linde's mind, the enemy in front of him should now be focused on the snake.

"Legs stiffen and die!" The doll loses its balance and falls to the ground

"Grow faster!" , he wanted to make the black snake bigger, but unfortunately the black snake didn't react at all.

No, no, I was in a bit of a hurry just now. It should be-

"Grow faster!" This time, Linde's movements were unchanged from before, but his intonation had an extra rising tone.

The black snake's body began to swell, and Linde continued to output mana until he felt that the black snake could no longer grow larger.

It bites down on the puppet's neck, then wraps its body around it and exerts force.

With a sour crunch, the doll quickly lost its human form, and if it was indeed an enemy, it would have been twisted into a mess by now.

"No wonder you look down on Muggles." Looking at the slowly recovering doll, Linde smiled.

He then began to practice spells over and over again, occasionally failing to bounce himself out or his wand emit a puff of super-stinky smoke.

When you're tired, read a book, do a summary of the exercises, take a break, and then continue.

After some time, Linde lay on the floor panting for breath and took out his pocket watch to look at it.

5:36 a.m.

It's about the same time, and if you stay a little longer, you'll be in trouble if you encounter some professors.

Lind woke Hans Christian Andersen, took the copy of "Practical Spells: III.", and tiptoed into the common room with the fat lady's disgusted face.

"Another little guy who likes to swim at night." She muttered in the back.

As she walked into the common room, Lind saw a figure lying on a long table asleep. There was also a small pile of torn parchment beside him, his eyes were red, and he looked like he had cried.

"Could it be that I'm talking too much?" He thought about it, then dismissed his own thoughts.

Although I don't know why Jane had the idea of submitting such a professional article in her first year, and it can be said that many senior wizards may not understand what she said in her article.

For example, the social background, the Church's control over Muggles' thoughts, these aspects are not understood by many other young wizards, and the reason why Linde can understand her articles is only because of the rest of the knowledge.

If she had to find someone who could read her writings right now, it would probably be her best friend, Hermione Granger.

But no, no, no, there's nothing to say. The only way for a young wizard of this age to get published in a professional academic journal is to find a Potions book signed by the Half-Blood Prince in the Potions classroom.

Only that stuff is eligible for publication.

I have to say that Snape is a genius.

Lind walked past Jane and returned to his bedroom, and in a few moments he changed his outfit, holding the practical spell in his left hand and a blanket in his right hand.

While recalling the way in the movie to cover the deceased with a white cloth, he put a blanket over her. Then he walked over to her and sat down, took out his book and notebook and read it.

The small wooden stick he used to simulate his wand swung and swung in his hand for a moment.

It didn't take long for Linde to hear loud footsteps coming from the girls' dormitory.

The person who can walk down from the girls' dormitory so early on the weekend knows who it is with Hans Christian Andersen's ass.

It must have been Hermione!

Jane, also woken up by Hermione's footsteps, got up from the table, and rubbed her eyes.

Linde looked at the fact that he and Jane were at least two positions apart, so it shouldn't be misleading.

Not really, and Hermione didn't think that her friend, Miss Devo, who had gathered the attention of many young wizards since she was a freshman, would have some ulterior secret with this stuffy jar who clung to a book every day.

"You're not going to spend the night in the break room, are you?" Hermione asked eagerly.

Jane also found the blanket covering her, and she didn't know what to think, and she only stumbled when she heard Hermione's words.

"You're only eleven years old, how can you do this. This is very bad for the development of the body. Hermione wanted to say something about puberty and healthy development, but she saw Jane's red and swollen eyes again, and glanced at Linde suspiciously.

Jane took advantage of Linde's lack of attention and quickly stopped Hermione's gaze, "I have to go back and sleep for a while, you can only go to the library by yourself in a while!" With that, she began to fold the blanket.

"Okay." Hermione was a little disappointed.

Jane folded the blanket timidly and handed it to Linde, said thank you, and hurried away.

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"Oh my God, Neville. Think about whether you've forgotten something again. Harry's concerned voice rang out in the Great Hall in the morning.

Neville, who was sitting across from Linde, was holding a small ball that glowed a strong red in his hand, crying and mourning. It was a memory ball that his grandmother had sent him.

"Hoohoo! What is it? Do kids of this age still use memory balls? ”

Draco walked past Gryffindor's table and snatched Neville's memory orb from his hand.

Lind looked at the overturned glass beside his table, the pumpkin juice had been poured out and sprinkled on his book.

The pumpkin juice belonged to Ron, who was next to him, who had just been knocked over by Malfoy.

"Clean up"

Linde quickly pulled out his wand and waved it, and the ink on the soaked pages and the blurred notes on it quickly returned to their original state.

After rescuing the book, Lind stood up and looked at Malfoy, and was about to open his mouth when he heard Professor McGonagall's voice.

"What's going on?"

"Malfoy snatched my memory ball, Professor."

Malfoy's face grimaced, and he quickly tossed the orb back onto the table.

"Why, do you want to stand up for Neville too? Little Muggles. Malfoy noticed Lind as well, then glanced at Professor McGonagall and walked away, Crabbe and Goyle following him.

Before leaving, he muttered to them, "We'll see." ”

Professor McGonagall gave Malfoy a helpless look, sighed, and then said to the young wizards, "I think your Potions class is about to begin. Oh yes, and don't forget the flying lessons for a while. I know you're all looking forward to it. ”

Professor McGonagall then left.

It was another unquiet Potions lesson, and Gryffindor was once again deducted 7 points. There's Harry's, there's Neville's, there's Linde's.

The reason was that Lind was rummaging through the rest of the potions after boiling them, and Snape said that the quality of his potions was obviously average, and he was ambitious. 1 point was deducted for him.

But he didn't care, although he didn't perform as well as Miss Know-It-all during this time, and raised his hand to answer questions, he was always able to give priority to completing the tasks given by the teacher in Transfiguration and Charms classes, so he also earned a lot of points.

After class, a group of young wizards bustled out of the Potions classroom.

"Memory balls, why are nerds' memory balls red again?" On the way back, Malfoy grabbed Neville's memory ball again, held it high, and looked at Neville with a mocking expression.

Harry and Ron rushed up and knocked him down, the memory ball falling to the side.

The men scuffled together, but Harry and Ron were no match for Crabbe and Goyle. After a while, he was pressed to the ground.

"Hehe, Potter, I said that. Let's go! Make move! Look at! Malfoy stood up with a smug look on his face and straightened his clothes.

Then he walked to the side, just about to reach out and pick up the memory ball.

He grabbed his hand, only to see a foot appear and kick the Memory Ball to Neville's side.

His hand caught the foot as well.

Malfoy looked up and saw a head poking out from behind the book.

"What's wrong? Did the little pureblood switch to shoeshine? ”