HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

After dinner, Mgina, who had reconciled with Charlie again, invited Charlie and Bill to go to the library to study together. Although Bill agreed, Charlie refused without hesitation.

His exact words were this: "Being tortured every weekend is already painful, don't make me suffer any more."

In Charlie's opinion, it was really painful to learn those astronomical knowledge. He gritted his teeth and resisted the sight of Tier and the others, and refused to let go to study together.

He wanted to go back to the dormitory to play with the Quidditch model given by Till, so he didn't want to waste his beautiful night on boring studies! Never!

On the way to the library, Bill, the older brother, expressed his concerns: "To be honest, Charlie doesn't like studying so much. I'm really worried about his OWL and NEWT."

"It's still early for these two exams, don't worry too much." Mgina held Tier's hand and had argued with Charlie so many times. She felt that she and Charlie had a deep friendship, "Charlie just doesn't He loves to study, but his grades are not that bad. He always passes every subject without any problem."

"That's good. With his love for Quidditch, it would be good to pursue a career in Quidditch in the future..." After Bill finished speaking, he felt that it was too early to worry about it. His brother was only in the first grade and it was normal for him to be playful. Later I realized the importance of learning.

Ahead was the library. The serious Mrs. Pingsi looked sharply at all the students. The three of them stopped talking and found an empty table in the corner, sat down and began to study seriously.

Thiel randomly selected a book from the bookshelf. After reading the book for a while, he took out his quill pen and started annotating it in more popular language based on his understanding of the annotations in the study room.

Her handwriting was very neat, and the printed margins of the book were neat and nice. Mrs. Pince walked behind her at some point, looked at it for a while, and left with satisfaction, without saying anything more about Till's behavior.

Although Mrs. Pince couldn't quite understand what Till wrote, the fact that Till dared to write it meant that she had the courage to take responsibility for these annotations. Mrs. Pince only had to make sure that she was not scribbling.

It took Thiel more than two hours to complete only half of the annotations. While blowing dry the wet ink, she was thinking about her next study plan.

The system has not assigned any learning tasks for the time being. She has already mastered the second-year course content by herself. It seems that what Thiel wants to do most is write comments.

But just writing comments is too boring. That knowledge has long been imprinted in Tier's mind. It's time for her to assign some more study tasks to herself, interspersed with writing comments, so that she won't feel bored.

How about taking the third grade courses as well? Tier bit his lip, not quite sure.

You can start taking elective courses in the third grade. Some students who feel that the schoolwork is not too heavy will choose a few elective courses in the second grade in advance, so that it will be much easier in the third grade.

Till has only taught herself the required courses, and she has not yet touched elective courses such as ancient magic texts and divination courses - except, of course, the Care of Magical Creatures class, for which Till has already learned a lot from Newt.

She thought about it carefully and decided to study the knowledge points of the elective courses on her own first. For the practical content...at most, she would go to a second- or third-grade class.

I think Professor Dumbledore would agree, right? Teal smiled mischievously.

The ink was quickly dried by Teal, and she put the book back on the shelf, waiting to continue annotating it tomorrow. It was not far from the curfew time. The three of them left the library and headed back to the dormitory in two groups.

After bidding farewell to Bill, the two of them walked in the empty corridor. The torches around them had dimmed a lot. When the curfew time came, they would automatically go out and they would not light up again until the next night. .

"Til, what do you think I will do in the future?" Mgina shook Till's hand, "I'm very interested in potions, why don't I come to school to apply for a potion professor?"

"Are you going to take over Professor Snape's job?" Teal couldn't help but tease. Mgina's potion studies were pretty good. Although she wasn't very good at the moment under Professor Snape's strict requirements, Teal said that every day After studying with her, you will naturally know what Mgina's true level is.

If she decides to pursue the path of potions, if she is serious about it, she will definitely achieve some success in the future, but as the potions professor at Hogwarts... Professor Snape's level of potions is still difficult to surpass.

Stealing Professor Snape's job? Just thinking of Professor Snape made Mgina feel her scalp numb, and she suddenly felt that her goal was not good: "Forget it, I'm not suitable to be a professor, I'd better think about it again."

Tier shook his head in amusement, but then heard Mgina ask what he wanted to do in the future. What does she want to do in the future? That's a good question.

Till felt that she was interested in too many things, such as potions, transfiguration, magical animals... Till wanted to study in depth anything that was interesting. Is it possible that she would have to change careers every once in a while in the future?

Just thinking about it, Till felt that his future self would be very tired.

"I don't know either. Now I am full of curiosity about many things. Maybe when I grow older and have a clear pursuit, I will know." Till told the truth.

Mgina felt that what Tier said made sense, so she no longer struggled with her expectations for the future. She and Tier talked and laughed all the way back to the dormitory. They made an appointment to meet in the common room at 6:30 tomorrow and exchanged words. good night.

As soon as Teal entered the dormitory, he saw two more letters on the small table by the window. Realizing that his parents had sent letters, Teal quickly closed the door and ran over, but unexpectedly found that one of the letters was from Harry. of!

Teal took the lead in opening Harry's letter. He was not yet five years old and his writing skills were still immature and his handwriting was a little sloppy, but it was obvious that he wrote with great care and it did not affect Teal's reading of the letter.

“Dear Sister Till:

I'm Harry. I miss you very much. How are you doing at school far away? Does anyone bully you?

I was living well at my aunt's house. Cousin Dudley had already started taking a hobby class that was said to have a lot of desserts. My uncle also had to go to work, so my aunt and I were the only two people at home most of the time.

My aunt didn't want to see me very much and always asked me to leave the house, so I could go to your house openly. Uncle Emory prepared a lot of interesting books for me. He said that after I finish reading about ten of them, you can You can come back from vacation.

Sister Thiel, I really miss you. You will miss me too, right? When you come back, I will give you a small gift, which is my latest discovery.

Miss you Harry"

It was obviously a bit difficult for Harry to write so many words. Teal also saw many misspelled words by him, but she felt warm in her heart, as if she could imagine the little guy writing for herself seriously. Picture of letter.

But with warmth in his heart, Till once again saw from Harry's simple description the neglect and indifference towards him from his aunt's family. She secretly visited the Dursleys during the Christmas vacation, and she could only say that after just a few glances, Teal didn't like this Muggle family very much.

Their preference for their children is understandable, but they gave their love completely to Dudley Dursley, but instead tortured and harshed Harry, a young child...

Teal sighed and picked up another letter, with pity for Harry between his eyebrows.