It was already night after Norlin rubbed his eyes and left Professor Babling's office.

After a hasty dinner in the auditorium, Norlin hurried back to his dormitory.

Professor Barblin allowed him to take the book with him, but after reading it for an afternoon, he saw the runi characters again, and his head was a little dizzy.

Smith hasn't come back yet. Norlin put the book on the table casually, and it wasn't something to be kept secret, so he didn't disguise it.

Norlin sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed, his consciousness slowly sinking into his mind.

The clover sigil formed a space of consciousness within itself, which was where the Mystical Book of Laws was stored.

Now Norin can only understand the general outline of the "Secret Book of Laws", and a very small part of the magic in it. The sealing spell released on Elena is one of them.

"Protection, Spells, Prophecy, Enchantment, Plasticity, Illusion, Necromancy, Change......"

Nolin's consciousness also turned into a small golden ball, shuttling back and forth in this space. He tried his best to absorb the knowledge and meditate on it in his heart.

It was only through the general outline that Norlin learned that the ancient wizards divided magic into eight categories, namely the school of magic. Each school has a myriad of small and delicate branches.

Each school has its own strengths, and it is like different departments in the same school, which are constantly competing with each other for good apprenticeships and resources. In this atmosphere of competition, the power of the ancient magical world reached its peak.

Scholars, especially shamans, categorize all spells in order and believe that all spells operate in the same way – laws.

In their eyes, the law is the cornerstone of the existence of the wizarding world, and it is also the highest mystery. Each law is a miracle in the wizarding world.

The law is the lifelong pursuit of all ancient wizards.

In the modern world of magic, the lines between schools have long been blurred, and with the advent of the sorcery model, the way wizards used spells and wands to cast spells has gradually become separate from those of ancient wizards. In the current wizarding world, there are no factions.

Nolin concentrates his mind, distracts from distractions, and immerses his attention in this priceless space.

……

Time gradually passed, and Norlin was in the classroom every day, the auditorium, and the dormitory, and his magic strength steadily improved.

After the two-week Easter holiday, the end of the day is approaching. The snow around the castle has long since melted, the magical plants in the castle are blooming, and the scorching summer heat is beginning to fall on Hogwarts.

The atmosphere inside the castle also became scorching, and the graduates were busy preparing for the N.E.W.T.s exams and feeling sad about leaving the magic school. Students in non-final grades are struggling with their final exams.

Of course, this is just the distress of the scumbags, who are already discussing where to go during the holidays.

"Would you like to come to my house for a few days this summer? It's a little shabby, but it's okay to free up a room or two. ”

George and Fred asked as they sat on the grass and smiled. Naturally, they are not top students, but they have unique skills for passing exams every semester.

Or maybe it's more appropriate to cheat.

"I have to go back to China, and there shouldn't be any time left."

Zhang Qiu said, his eyebrows were full of excitement, obviously looking forward to the upcoming holiday.

"Then you'll have to practice Quidditch when you go back, and we'll be waiting for you on the pitch next year."

George raised an eyebrow and said.

"Wait, I'll definitely be on the Ravenclaw team next year." Zhang Qiu waved his fist unconvinced.

"I can do it all, except for the first time of the holiday, when something happened."

Nolin lay on the grass with his hands behind his head, basking in the sun, and plucked a small piece of grass with his hands, removed the dirt, and chewed it gently in his mouth.

He planned to stay at home for a while after returning from Elena's house. Although my parents are not at home, I have lived for more than ten years, and I still have feelings.

Towards the end of the courses, professors began to focus on them, consciously or unconsciously. Smith was clutching thick notes, nervously reviewing the contents of his final exam.

He was quite clear about his level, and he didn't even dare to expect Snape to give him a passing grade or higher in Potions class.

Although Snape ended his confinement with Norlin after Smith finished writing the parchment of the review, he guessed that with Snape's character, there was a chance that he would be troubled by this exam.

After all, he'd already been deducted a few points by Snape for all sorts of reasons. With each dunk, he felt like a sinner for Ravenclaw who couldn't win the Academy Cup.

An owl suddenly flew towards Norin, and Warlot stood on his chest, dropping a note. Norlin unfolded it, and there was a sentence written on it:

"Come to my office."

As you can tell from the handwriting, the note came from his cheap uncle, Professor Krell. He got up and patted the grass clippings on his robe, explained to a few people, and walked towards the castle.

"I'll quit after your final exams."

The first thing Professor Krell said after entering the door made Norlin slightly stunned.

"Why?" He asked with a frown.

"Help my sister do something, and don't forget what my profession was before I became a professor."

Professor Krell looked at Norlin and stopped talking, and said with a smile, "Don't ask, I won't say if you ask, I want to know if you ask her to go and see if she tells you." ”

"Well, I know."

Norlin rolled his eyes, lay down on the couch, and said.

It's okay to resign, although it still hasn't been able to break the practice of Defence Against the Dark Arts to change professors every year, but at least Professor Krell can get out of the way.

Look at the other Defence Against the Dark Arts professors, last year they were a Dark Cultist, next year they were Two-Faces, and then they were the Great Trickster Werewolf Death Eaters...... The end is also worse than the other.

In contrast, Professor Krell's resume and results are simply not very good.

"After a year of observation, I am not afraid of your pride, you are indeed a child who is completely different from your peers, and you have lived up to your sister's bloodline."

Professor Krell smiled lightly and said, "There's Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall to take care of me, so I can rest assured when I'm gone." ”

How do you look like a last word...... Norin spat out in his heart, and unceremoniously accepted his compliment.

"It's just that there's nothing to do, although it's safe to have Dumbledore in the castle, but there's always something to happen."

Professor Krell suddenly turned grim and admonished earnestly.

Norlin nodded. He didn't want to, except for the time when the Forbidden Forest happened for a reason, when did he take the initiative to find trouble?

It is his quest to study magic in peace and enjoy the beautiful scenery on this road.