Hogwarts White Knight

After experiencing the torture of the herbal medicine class, Gawain and the others rushed to the Transfiguration Classroom.

Professor McGonagall was as stern as ever.

While she didn't go into the more complicated spells, she raised the bar on the technicality of asking a young wizard to turn a match into a needle.

Even Hermione, who had always been the best at transfiguration, had to begin to agree that it was not easy to make a needle transform into complex flower patterns.

And it seems that because of the excitement of the flying lesson last week, Professor McGonagall paid special attention to Gawain.

"Mr. White, please focus more on the transformation of the matches instead of thinking about which canned food you should have for lunch.

Since you can achieve such wonderful transformations, such basic transformations should be nothing more than basic skills for you! "

she said, standing at Gawain's table.

Fortunately, before get out of class ended, Gawain at least achieved a stable transformation of the match, and the transformation lasted for more than ten minutes.

Only the history of magic remains the same.

Boring and boring.

After class, Gawain wanted to ask Professor Binns about Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, but he refused without mercy.

"Wade, the history of magic is a profound and rigorous subject. It is not a record of petty fights and love affairs between two people." Professor Binns shook his head and said dryly.

"But I didn't even ask what was going on."

Gawain felt that Professor Binns, a contemporary of the Big Four, must have many secrets hidden in his head.

The kind that could rewrite half of the history of magic.

It's a pity that he probably left the modification in his body.

As for Defense Against the Dark Arts...

Last week, Professor Quirrell still didn't teach any spells in the textbook, whether it was protective spells or simple evil spells.

But his lessons are at least valuable.

"It has to be evil from the heart, yes, that's right, from the heart. Black magic, magic, has many, many forms of expression, curses, potions, curses, etc.

Black magic, yes, can often cause very strong damage, sometimes even permanently, which is stronger than most evil spells. "

Professor Quirrell stood on the podium, stammering.

But for some reason, only when he talked about black magic, he didn't stutter like he usually did. He would even raise his hands and wave them vigorously.

But this week, he turned out to be a disaster.

Not only did the smell of garlic get stronger in the classroom.

Moreover, Professor Quirrell seemed to have exhausted his limited adventure experience and began to talk about the consequences of Muggle "things" enchanted by wizards being released.

Compared to his lame Defense Against the Dark Arts, Muggle Studies is undoubtedly more like his job, at least something he can play around with.

However, although one or two of them sounded quite interesting to Gawain, they were about using the furs of magical creatures to make cursed handicrafts.

But throughout the whole class, not a single spell was learned.

"For the sake of Merlin's fancy trousers, I thought we were here to learn how to fight the dark arts, not to learn how to weave cursed wool waistcoats!"

After class, Hermione also whispered dissatisfiedly.

Harry and Neville couldn't help but nod their heads, and even Ron rarely stood by her side.

After hearing what happened yesterday, Gawain thought that the two of them would continue to fight each other for another century.

"Maybe we can study on our own? Through study groups, or in the form of clubs? I think we can find a few senior students to guide us."

Gawain mentioned.

He shook the wand, and the vague and fragile silver light at the top suddenly dispersed into a ball of smoke.

Gawain was trying to use "iron armor for body protection" according to the records in the textbook, but he was undoubtedly missing something from success.

After what happened yesterday, Gawain felt particularly anxious. He was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. The only way to fight for his life was to bet that a complete stranger from a thousand years ago was not stupid.

"You need strength, enough strength to protect yourself.

. "

Gawain truly believed it.

But this is a very difficult thing to do.

——Different from spells, Defense Against the Dark Arts covers a wider scope, and many spells involve certain special requirements or considerations that require someone to explain them systematically.

Practicing alone is undoubtedly difficult to achieve.

"What a great idea, buddy, of course you have to count me in!" Ron said excitedly; "Can I join too?" Harry also asked hesitantly.

Neville was the only one holding his hands and not knowing what to do.

"Study meeting? Club? Of course this is a good thing! But I think the process must be complicated? Do we have enough qualifications?"

Hermione frowned, obviously thinking about where to find information about the process.

"I have consulted Professor McGonagall. Students can establish societies or clubs, like the Gobstone Club or the Wizard Chess Club, but we must meet the conditions."

Gawain explained patiently.

He asked Professor McGonagall after the Transfiguration get out of class. He wanted to make more preparations, but he didn't expect Hermione to mention this matter.

"First of all, we need to have an instructor, who must be the professor of a certain course. I think you need to do this, Hermione.

Whether it's Professor Flitwick or Professor McGonagall, you have always been their favorite. "

Gawain held up a finger.

Hermione turned her face away, but raised her head proudly.

Indeed, compared to the more "talented" but "lazy" Gawain, the studious and hard-working Hermione is undoubtedly more popular with the professors.

After Hermione nodded, Gawain looked at Harry and Ron:

"Secondly, we also need regular participating members. The more the better, and it doesn't need to be limited to our grade. But we don't want companions who seem to be inseparable, right?"

The first-year wizards want to hold a study club, and Harry as the "savior" will undoubtedly be a very good sign.

As for Ron, although he does not have a wide range of contacts, his brothers can give good advice.

"Well... I think we can at least be responsible for inviting them. Right, Harry?" Ron said hesitantly. After he and Harry looked at each other, they nodded in agreement.

"Neville, we still need to find a venue for the event. It must be large enough and spacious, and it must have tools that can protect us.

I have some possible locations here, but haven't verified them yet. Maybe you can help? "

Gawain finally looked at Neville, but without waiting for his response, he clapped his hands easily.

"So, it's been decided, as for the senior students who can coach us, leave it to me. I already have some ideas."

After calling a few names, Gawain announced that the meeting was adjourned.

Although there are still many details that need to be discussed in forming a club, such as the time of activities and the scope of study, these are things that should be considered after the club is established.

"By the way, Hermione, when you go to the library, can you bring me an old school calendar?"

He called to Hermione who was about to walk out of the classroom.

The name Tom Redela has been lingering in Gawain's mind. He had borrowed a map from the Weasley brothers before, trying to find traces of Professor Quirrell, but the name seemed like a ghost.

It was never seen again.

"Maybe I should borrow that map again?"

Gawain picked up his pocket and left the classroom.

He planned to return to the Gryffindor common room to use the time before dinner to collect his thoughts.

But as soon as Gawain opened the classroom door, he saw Professor Quirrell standing at the other end of the corridor. Professor Quirrell saw Gawain and took the initiative to greet him.

"Mr. White, I, I, listen, I heard about your performance last week. I was very touched. I would like to invite you to have a cup of tea with me. Do you have time now?"

ps: According to pm information, Quirrell is very yearning for black magic in his heart. In other words, his yearning is more like a simple curiosity. He went to Albania because it was said that there were traces of black magic there, and he even expected to capture the mysterious man.