On the second day of school, Ron sat bored at the dining table, surrounded by classmates who were also unable to lift their spirits.

Well, not exactly, at least not far from him, Hermione and Percy were having a good conversation.

Probably the only two people in the neighborhood who are looking forward to the start of school.

Aside from them, most of the early Gryffindors hung their heads in remembrance of their lost summer vacation.

If nothing changes, it won't be a few minutes before a red roaring letter will pick him up.

But without much chaos, Ron also lost a rare experience.

Waiting for his mother's roar to burst out of the envelope, I think it will raise his resistance to stress a lot.

When he finished beating the ninth hache who was sitting here, a group of owls squeezed in in a mess.

There seems to be a fluttering red ribbon as well.

"Oh my God!"

Ron's mouth opened wide in surprise, his eyes staring at the teacher's chair without blinking, and he didn't even bother to wipe the drool.

"What's wrong?"

Harry looked strangely at his friend, not only Ron, to be exact, but almost all the students from wizarding families looked at the teacher's chair like hell.

"Roar...... Shouting letters, quick, Harry, cover your ears."

Ron stumbled.

It wasn't a ribbon at all that was floating in the sky just now, but a roaring letter that was connected together.

Now they were all tossed onto the table in front of Ani, and the smoke was so burning that the little wizards couldn't read his expression.

But some people have already made up the Transfiguration Professor's panicked look.

Lockhart was one of them, but he was soon disappointed.

"What a booming start."

Noticing the sight from the left, Aini turned to Lockhart and smiled.

There was not a trace of abnormality on his calm face.

When Lockhart tried to cover his ears, Ani unhurriedly took out a notebook from his pocket and calmly folded the roaring letters into a stack.

Then he picked an empty plate and threw it forward, and by the time it hit the ground, it had turned into a brazier.

Aini handed the thick envelope in his hand forward, and the wizards in the auditorium, who were preparing for the loud explosion, noticed that nothing had changed except for the flames in the basin.

Those letters that have been specially treated and extremely difficult to entangle, burned to ashes like ordinary paper,

The little wizards breathed a sigh of relief and put down their hands covering their ears, but there were still some small regrets floating in their hearts-

There are more than a dozen yelling letters, but not many people have experienced this kind of big scene.

"Perfect copies, Professor Scamander, just as perfect as the last time I dealt with those crappy counterparts of vicious competition."

Lockhart bared his big white teeth again, and seemed to have forgotten the embarrassment that Aini had given him last night.

"They sent me a lot of shouting letters, but when the last flame was extinguished, all the conspiracy was over. I didn't expect you to use this method as well......

"The end? No, it's just the beginning."

A few hours later, Ani interrupted Lockhart again.

Although for the plan agreed on last night, he deliberately chatted with Lockhart.

Sure enough, as an expert in climbing along the pole, a well-known writer posted it with his feet.

The problem is, this guy is just too annoying.

Under Lockhart's puzzled gaze, Aini flipped through his notebook and beckoned to the brazier.

The little wizards were too far away to see what was going on.

Lockhart, who came over, could see it clearly.

More than a dozen wisps of ash floated out like ribbons and plunged headlong into the open pages of the notebook.

Lockhart subconsciously glanced at it, he was a well-informed person, and knew that most of those names were not good.

Ancient, stubborn, tough, strong.

Everybody

He is the real power of the pure-blood family and the staunchest supporter of the secrecy law.

There is another key point in Gu Ying.

Most of the people on the list had been followers of Voldemort, and even if they were later freed, they had no intention of repenting.

After pretending to be stable for two years, he became arrogant and domineering again.

He's just narcissistic, but not stupid.

Since Aini pulled out the names of those people, he certainly didn't keep them as a memorial.

This time, it was not a wise move to get up recklessly.

"I, I didn't see anything."

Lockhart was about to leave with a sneer, and it was better to have less to do with it.

"It's okay, it's not a big secret."

Ani gave a reassuring sigh of relief, then tore the paper off with a few lines written under the names.

"Don't be too nervous, it's just some differences in teaching."

Ani put things away, there were four Transfiguration classes on this morning's schedule, which was rare.

Of course, only half of them were his, and the other two sessions Professor McGonagall would give lessons to the 6th graders.

Last year, two new professors took over the roles of Transfiguration and Charms in grades 1-4.

This allows Professors McGonagall and Flitwick to devote more energy to their senior classes.

The biggest change this year is that the Transfiguration & Charms Refresher course in Year 6 will no longer require grades.

This is a boon to the poor students.

After all, Transfiguration and Spells are the most frequently used skills by wizards.

After the students graduate, how many of them will calculate the trajectory of the planets and build an enchantment?

Defence Against the Dark Arts was quite useful, but the application of that part was almost incorporated into Charms lessons.

In terms of herbalism, it is not the Middle Ages, just go to Diagon Alley if you want to buy anything, not only save time and effort, but the price of batch cultivation may be lower than the cost of cultivating yourself.

This is especially true of potions, except for the very good, no one will make potions in their own home, and in case of an accident, Madam Pomfrey will no longer treat him in time.

As for the history of magic......

Who will remember what it was after graduation!

Speaking of which, even if the grades are poor, the only thing to use is Transfiguration and Spells.

As for who is higher and who is lower in these two items, it varies from person to person.

For example, Professor Flitwick usually prefers to use magic spells, and it is not difficult for him to cast spells silently without a wand, and it is very convenient to use them on a daily basis.

The old headmaster, who was also extremely proficient in silent and wandless spellcasting, preferred Transfiguration.

As for Aini......

In the clean and tidy classroom, Aini stood by the podium with satisfaction.

This is the place he temporarily chosen, and the elves didn't deliberately clean it before the start of school, but under the sweeping of the mental power outside, it quickly became clean.

Sure enough, his own mental power is more freewheeling.

"The amazing silent wandless spell casting, even though it is a life spell, is extremely rare."

Lockhart praised, but Aini knew that Lockhart's compliments would always focus on the last sentence.

Really......

"Yes, very good, it's hard to do better even at your age, unless you give it your all."

Ani was silent, and really wanted to beat this annoying thing out.

In the midst of the conversation between the two, to be exact, Lockhart's own talk, the little wizards also walked into the classroom one by one.

The children looked curiously at the new professor who was talking there, and he looked familiar with Aini.

Friends?

Neville was the only one who looked left and right in confusion.

What about Harry? What about Hermione? What about the rest of Gryffindor's friends?