"Laughing so happily, little girlfriend wrote?"

Giles asked teasingly as he looked at the smile on Nolin's face.

Norlin glanced at him, put the letter back in the envelope, and ignored him. Giles was not annoyed, and pointed to the direction in which Jasmine and the others were leaving, and said,

"There was a little witch in the first grade who seemed to know you and wanted to say hello to you, but you didn't pay attention, and she left."

Norlin put the envelope back in his pocket, and when he heard Giles's words, he quickly realized that he was talking about Jasmine.

Norin shrugged his shoulders, he didn't pay much attention to it, if he didn't see it, he didn't see it, and besides, it would show his attitude, which was good.

"Let's go, let's go to class."

Norlin put away his plate, stood up and spoke. The first class of the day was the Transfiguration class, and he was curious to see what new inspiration the Transfiguration Professor, who was said to be the vice principal, could bring him.

Now Norlin has a high level of attainment in Transfiguration, and even Professor McGonagall is full of praise. He can handle most of the low-level Transfiguration Techniques at his fingertips, and he has mastered more than one of the high-level Transfiguration Techniques.

The Transfiguration class is on the second floor of the castle. When Norlin and Giles stepped into the classroom, they quickly found the circle where Giles was.

The classroom was filled with a chattering noise, but as they entered, there was an eerie silence for a moment, and Giles's small circle watched with feverish eyes as Norlin sat next to them.

Durmstrang is a school that worships the strong, and Norlin's performance in the Dark Arts class has undoubtedly won them over.

The noise continued for about five minutes, and Norlin kept an eye on the bell in the middle of the classroom, watching the seconds tick by.

At the moment when the second hand turns to 12 and the hour hand turns to 9, there is a "click" and the door is pushed open.

Isn't this professor also having a habit of stepping on points?

Norin sneered as an old man in a bronze robe pushed open the door to the class.

Upon entering the classroom, he waved his wand and the door slammed shut. The sound in the classroom suddenly stopped, and everyone did not dare to make a sound.

Looking at the old professor's stern face, Norlin unconsciously compared him to Professor McGonagall. The same metamorphosis professor, the same vice-principal, the same strict...... It's just that, in Nolin's mind, Professor McGonagall is more gracious, because he knows that she is actually a lovely person.

The old professor stood in the center of the classroom with his hands in his hands, his gray eyes swept everyone, he slowly exhaled a breath, and asked in a deep voice:

"One person less. Who didn't come? ”

The freshmen looked at each other, and Norlin suddenly felt that something was wrong. He looked around and saw that his roommate was not in the classroom.

By the time he left in the morning, Campbell Ayman was no longer in the dormitory, and who knew he hadn't come to class.

If he wasn't in the classroom, he would have gone to chase his secret room again......

Seeing that no one spoke, the old professor took out a piece of parchment and began to roll call.

"Giles O'Neill!"

"Here!"

Giles, who was sitting next to Norin, hurriedly raised his hand.

"Gayna Sammy!"

"Here!"

"Anthony Cologne!"

"Here!"

……

"Norin Davis!"

"Here." Norlin raised his hand.

After ordering a dozen of them, the old professor swept his gray eyes, "Campbell Ayman." ”

No one answered.

Everyone in the classroom lowered their heads, but the old professor was not in a hurry, he slowly put down the parchment, and said:

Norlin chuckled inwardly and said, "It's me, Professor." ”

"Your roommate didn't come, and you have a certain responsibility. Come with him to me. ”

The old professor glanced at him lightly, said lightly, and turned to walk back to the podium.

The corners of Nolin's eyes twitched twice, and he stopped talking. The old professor didn't give him a chance to speak, and said directly:

"I'm sure you all know me, except for a new classmate. I'm Leslie Norman, the vice-principal of this school, the dean of Enheria, and the professor of the Transfiguration class. ”

Everyone was indifferent to this chain of titles, and they naturally knew the identity of the professor, except for Norin.

Professor Norman nodded in satisfaction when he saw that everyone in the audience was well-behaved. He cleared his throat and tapped his wand on the lectern beside him.

"Roar!"

The podium suddenly changed from a four-legged table to a four-legged lion.

The students sitting in the front row were startled and shrank back.

Professor Norman waved his wand again, and the lion that was pounced on turned into a snow badger in the air.

It arched its nose and sniffed back and forth a few times, and suddenly, the two ribs of the snow badger grew wings, and in the midst of many exclamations, it turned into an eagle with extremely wide wings.

The eagle fluttered and flew up, circled the classroom three times, and slowly landed. As it fell, its legs fused and lengthened, and when it was fully on the ground, it turned into a graceful spotted python, hissing and spitting letters.

The python circled back to the lecture, Professor Norman gave a little wand, and the snake turned back into the podium.

All the students were stunned by this superb Transfiguration, and with their current level, it was absolutely impossible to achieve this level. Norin also has constricted pupils, and this Norman professor's transfiguration is simply freewheeling, fully demonstrating his profound basic skills.

"Transfiguration is the most complex and demanding of all magic. Even in the ancient magical period, Transfiguration was a separate discipline. ”

Professor Norman said slowly, but Norlin's face changed when he heard it, because among the eight schools of magic, Transfiguration is indeed an independent system.

So, does Professor Norman also have any research into the wizarding world of antiquity......

Nolin thought to himself, quietly suppressed his surprise, and continued to listen to Professor Norman.

"In the past two years, I have a good idea of your level of transfiguration, and basically it has not deviated from the level of ordinary wizards of the same age, which makes me a little disappointed."

Professor Norman looked at the crowd and said with a blank face. Many of them had a look of guilt on their faces, as if they were blaming themselves for failing Professor Norman's expectations.

Professor McGonagall's image was a little taller in Norlin's mind. At least she would never say something that discouraged her students......

"However, what disappointed me even more was that after Stuart went to Hogwarts, no one was able to take the lead and make a single exchange student overwhelmed."

Norlin blinked uncertainly, sensing that the professor seemed faintly hostile to him.

"I saw it in yesterday's dark arts class, too. If I'm not mistaken, this Mr. Davis from Hogwarts has mastered at least two advanced Transfigurations, Animagus and Human Transfiguration. And you can't even figure out the most basic transformation. ”

For a while, most of the students turned their gazes to Nolin with unclear meaning.

Norlin touched his chin, his eyes deep.

This professor is pulling hatred for him.