When it came to the trials of Gryffindor, Hermione was even more concerned than Harry.

Early the next morning.

Ron was munching on a table full of chicken legs in a dream, when he suddenly turned the world upside down, causing him to wake up dimly: "What's wrong?" ”

Half-opened, he saw a chicken leg wrapped in bandages, startled him, shrank back, slammed against the wall, completely sobered, and when he looked up again, he saw the true appearance of the "chicken leg" - it was Hermione's injured hand, and her serious face: "Oh, Hermione, why are you here." ”

"Get up, it's time to go to the library." Hermione replied, "What about Harry?" I didn't see anyone in his bed. ”

"Exercise." Ron yawned and picked up the bedside alarm, "It's only half past six, Hermione!" I don't even get up so early in class! ”

Hermione reprimanded, "Look at Harry, he's gone to exercise, but all you know is sleeping." ”

A few wails of pain.

"Ron, you're so noisy." Seamus thumped the bed, "Be quiet, let me sleep." ”

Neville muttered, "I must be having a nightmare, why can I still hear Granger's voice, oh my god, spare me." ”

He was the worst one to be reprimanded by Hermione yesterday.

Except for the herbal medicine class where he did very well, the other classes... It's all bad.

A lot of magic, he doesn't know, the theory is the Tao, and it can even be said that in addition to Hermione and Harry, the best one, but he can't use it alive or dead.

She was dragged by Hermione for more than an hour.

When he returned to his dorm, his mind was filled with Hermione's magical voices.

Hermione looked up, unable to see Neville, and glared at Ron viciously, "I'll be waiting for you outside, hurry up, Harry should be back later." ”

Ron tugged at the quilt in pain.

No...

He didn't want to get up, so he let himself live with this bed for the rest of his life.

When Harry returned, he saw Hermione sitting in the lounge in good spirits, and Ron who was listless, and he was stunned for a moment - it was the weekend.

"Wake up so early?" Harry asked.

Hermione got up and pinched her waist with one hand, "We can go to the library now." ”

"Have breakfast first?" Harry tentatively spoke.

Ron stood up on the ground: "Eat, eat!" ”

"Hermione, I don't have the strength to flip through a book without eating."

Hermione hesitated, but agreed.

They went from the eighth floor to the hall and from the hall to the fifth floor.

Mrs. Pince yawned and looked at the three of them in amazement, oh... Except for the fifth and seventh year students, there are even little wizards who take the initiative to come to the library on weekends and at such an early time?

Hermione only has one hand, but when it comes to books, she moves with agility.

Ron was also busy, and he planned to start with books on alchemy, looking for any disguised items, and then looking for news about the Philosopher's Stone.

Harry was a little more casual.

He was going to look for Dumbledore's information first—he owed himself a pay.

The greatest white wizard of the century, his resume is almost entirely public.

Defence Against the Dark Arts Master, Transfiguration Master, Alchemist Master......

The title on his head is glorious.

Acquiring knowledge from him is obviously the best option.

As he watched harder, Harry's eyes suddenly sharpened.

One line of text - "Dumbledore has the only Patronus in the form of a magical creature known to the wizarding world, and no one knows how he mastered this magic." ”

Patronus Charm, Harry knew, he had seen descriptions of this spell, and it was known as a powerful spell that best represented white magic.

But the patron saints of ordinary people are just ordinary animals - it is rumored that wizards with the form of Animagus will have the same patronus as Animagus.

If Dumbledore knew Animagus, then his Animagus was a phoenix?

Close the book.

Harry made up his mind that he was going to learn this.

It wasn't until late evening that Ron exclaimed, "I've found it!" ”

Mrs. Pince glared at her.

Both Hermione and Harry poked their heads out.

Ron subconsciously raised his hand and covered the book in front of him.

Hermione was a little impatient: "Take your hands off and let me see what you've found." ”

Ron struggled a bit, but Hermione pulled the book away.

The first line of text that caught the eyes of the two of them: "Ancient alchemy involves the refining of the Philosopher's Stone, a magical substance with amazing functions. The Philosopher's Stone can turn any metal into pure gold, and it can also create an elixir of life that will make those who drink it immortal. ”

Hermione was stunned, and a wave of anger welled up in her heart, crumpled the parchment next to her hand, slammed it on Ron's head, and said through gritted teeth: "We're looking for disguise magic, but you're still thinking about the Philosopher's Stone?" ”

Ron was very empty: "I was looking for the disguise magic, but I found it first, that's all." ”

There was a snap.

Hermione closed the book and stuffed it to Harry, "Hurry up and continue, or you won't try to copy my homework." ”

Ron wasn't impressed, and the main source of his homework wasn't Hermione.

Harry followed, "Me too. ”

Ron's face changed drastically, and he took a deep breath: "Oh, no! Don't do that, I'll look for it with my heart. ”

Compared to Dumbledore's information, the information on disguise magic was more difficult to find, and they found nothing today.

In fact, for a long time afterward, nothing was gained.

They repeat their lives day after day.

Classes, meals, and the library.

The little wizards of Ravenclaw are hard to compare to.

Ron was already a little allergic to libraries, and now hearing the word "library" made his stomach feel a dull pain and a little sick to his stomach.

In Charms class, they also began to be exposed to the first, offensive spells.

"Fireworks Spell".

With a wave of their wand, they summon a cloud of blue flames that are not very hot, which Professor Flitwick says is a prerequisite for the spell "Flame Blazing" that they will learn in their senior year.

The spell wasn't hard for Harry.

But the spell was important to him—he found the biggest difference between the two worlds in terms of the nature of magic.

The magic in the world of the witcher is like an introduction, the magic guides the elements and releases spells, just like the "Ignyi" magic seal he mastered, which is the magic that attracts the fire element and casts an effect.

And the magic of this world is the essence.

This light blue flame, from the time it was summoned, until it dissipated, was a ball of magic - unless it was attached to the combustible, until the mana dissipated and the flame left on the combustible, it would become a real flame.

So that night...

Is it because of the reason why the other seals are invalid against trolls, and only Igni has an effect?

Harry suddenly felt as if he had grasped something, but his current understanding of magic did not constitute a complete system, making it difficult for him to truly discover this idea of his own.

For the other young wizards, the spell seemed a little difficult.

Hermione stumbled.

It took him a long time to go back and catch Harry before he was able to cast the spell successfully.

The other young wizards lined up for Hermione's guidance, which delayed the search for disfigurement magic once again, and it was a blessing for Ron to take a breather and stop going to the library every day.

Every day something new comes along, delaying their plans.

Until two days before Christmas.

Hermione finally found it, and she excitedly spread out a book and placed it in front of Harry, "Harry, look at this, it's definitely what we want." ”

"Polyjuice decoction."

"Add something to the person you want to become, hair or nails, and drink it, and within an hour, you will become the person."

Harry frowned, "I didn't find it in the Potions Book. ”

Hermione shook her head: "This is the content of the O.W.L.S exam, I only found out when I was flipping through the exam materials, I'm afraid we have to get the forbidden book area to find its formula." ”

As she spoke, she poked her head out and glanced at the forbidden book area, which was only shallow with a rope.

"That's going to have to be done with the professor's permission." Ron sighed, "And we don't know this yet... What potions, in which book. ”

"Potions," Hermione replied.

Ron said, "What? ”

Hermione waved her hand: "In the book "Powerful Potion", it is written here, don't you see? ”

"Professor McGonagall likes you, shall we try her?" Ron immediately tilted his head to look at Harry.

Harry shook his head and said decisively: "Professor McGonagall is absolutely impossible, she has been very careful to teach me the content of the second year during this period of confinement. ”

"I'd rather believe that Professor Snape would have made it easier to give me a note."

"Second grade content!" Hermione exclaimed, "Professor McGonagall is putting you in confinement to teach you sophomore content?" ”

Harry nodded, "Yes." ”

Hermione bit her lip, her eyes full of envy, "Professor McGonagall is so eccentric, oh no, I mean, I want to do that too." ”

"Maybe you can go talk to Professor McGonagall." Harry made a sincere suggestion.

Hermione hesitated, "Forget it, my transfiguration skills are not as good as yours." ”

"Let's talk about how to get the powerful potion."

Halimore paused for a moment, he looked at the rope, and felt it with his heart, but he didn't feel the magic breath on it: "I actually have a good idea. ”

Hermione probe: "Huh? ”

"The forbidden book area doesn't seem to have magic protection." Harry lowered his voice, "I have an invisibility cloak, I can try to steal the recipe at night." ”

Ron glared, "Cloak of Invisibility, you still have this thing?" ”

"What's that?" Hermione was puzzled.

Ron excitedly explained, "It's a very precious, very rare treasure, a magic prop that can hide your body, Harry, how did you have this?" ”

Harry put it succinctly: "My father's relics. ”

The excited expression on Ron's face froze, dissipating little by little, and becoming overwhelmed, "Oh, I didn't expect that, I'm sorry, Harry. ”

What's so sorry about this?

The death of his parents is already an established fact, and he has never resisted this.