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This Transfiguration class was surprisingly easy for Amber.

On the way to the library, Amber even whistled slowly.

Minerva · McGonagall's Transfiguration class, let him gain a lot.

Not only did he properly explain the source of his own strength to Professor McGonagall.

And unexpectedly got tickets to Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club.

Being able to join such a high-end club will be of great benefit to Amber's future plans.

After all, Professor McGonagall has been Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts for decades.

The big men who came out of his Transfiguration club were all over the magic world.

What's more, the original Dumbledore was also a Transfiguration professor, and his manuscript was probably hidden in a Transfiguration classroom.

Snape's textbook is not a living example.

Not to mention, the check-in on Professor McGonagall broke Amber's longstanding African curse.

[A f*ck Gus's transformation experience]

Such a windfall made Amber silly alone.

But Amber's good mood disappeared when he arrived at the library.

At the entrance of the library, Malfoy and his two servants were spraying poisonous water on Harry and Ronald.

"You guys have nothing to do, right?"

Looking at Ronald and Draco who were standing at the door of the library, making a loud noise, Amber covered his forehead in pain.

Sometimes he really envy these little devils, obviously of the same age, these guys. You can enjoy the joy of youth without any responsibilities and pressure.

On the other hand, I can only carry huge pressure and responsibilities, and move forward alone and with difficulty.

"Hmph, traitor."

Seeing Amber's figure, Hermione suddenly raised her head.

The long chestnut hair flew in the air, with the expression of the little witch Tsundere, staring at Amber viciously.

"Why did you come to Slytherin?"

"That said, my whole family is Slytherin, do you think you can choose this thing yourself?"

In the face of the question from the little witch, Amber said nonsense.

Some things could be discussed with Grindelwald, but not as thorough as with Hermione.

Hearing the unexpected explanation, Hermione looked at Amber's serious expression in confusion.

He had heard Ronald say that it was true that the academy that the family had always done could easily affect the children. Like the Weasleys are all Gryffindors.

But she always felt that Amber was definitely fooling herself.

He didn't have any proof, just a gut feeling based on years of working with Amber day and night.

"Okay, don't make trouble. If you want to fight, find a place to fight. Now get out of the library."

Seeing both Harry and Drake staring angrily at each other, Amber shook his head helplessly, turned and walked into the library. (Ask for a flower evaluation ticket)

"Hermione, what's your class this morning? When are you going to do your homework?"

Seeing Hermione following in with a questioning expression, Amber took the initiative and asked.

"We had a history of magic class this morning, oh my God, I've never had such a boring class, and is the history of magic really like this? Goblin Rebellion—"

Amber easily turned Hermione's attention to her homework. The two sat in the library, each taking out their homework, as if they were discussing their studies at the beginning.

It's just that Amber's knowledge of the Transfiguration is much more than Hermione's knowledge of the history of magic.

After finishing his dissertation with ease, Amber got up and borrowed a copy of "A Brief Talk on Intermediate Rune" and began to study his own stuff.

The advantage of the Hogwarts library is that many different editions of the same book can be found.

Almost all authors graduated from Hogwarts, and their most original documents and materials can be found here.

For example, at this time, the book "Intermediate Rune" in Amber's hands talked more about the author's research ideas at that time than the version sold on the market.

This is exactly what Amber desperately needs right now.

The sun gradually slanted westward, and before you knew it, the time of the afternoon passed quietly.

When Hermione finally finished her homework, Amber also buttoned the book in her hand at the right time.

"Good night, Hermione."

"Good night Amber, don't be late for tomorrow's Potions class."

Walking out of the library, looking at the stars in the sky, Amber yawned lazily.

"You're the one who shouldn't be late. As far as I know, our dean has never had a good look at Gryffindor."

With that said, Amber waved his hand, turned and walked towards the Slytherin lounge.

After returning to the lounge, I ignored those. After chasing the rambunctious guy in the lounge, Amber turned into his single dormitory.

Before he left the house this morning, he had asked the house-elves to partially remodel his dormitory.

In the dormitory now, on the side near the floor-to-ceiling windows, a huge console is quietly placed there.

Seeing this console, Amber let out a long sigh.

He took out a bottle of potion from the box and poured it into his mouth without hesitation.

This is the sobering agent configured by Grindelwald. They are used to gather energy to remove sleepiness and to complete some work that requires concentration.

Standing in front of the console, looking at the magic circuits engraved with intricate rune on the console, Amber put his hands on it, and the magic was slowly input.

The magic lines on the console were lit one by one, and a light blue barrier appeared on the entire table.

After seeing that all the protective measures were activated, Amber took out the pistol he was carrying.

Put it on the operating table, and skillfully disassemble it into parts one by one.

"According to what was said in today's book, if the receptor amplified by the timed amplification spell is restored to its original state, it will not affect the rune carved on it. Then, use it to try it first."

While muttering to himself, Amber drew out his wand and lightly touched the firing pin of the pistol.

"Getting Big Fast"

Under the control of the magic power, the firing pin that was originally a small fiber instantly turned into a metal column two inches thick and one foot long.

Slowly raising the white sandalwood carving knife in his hand, Amber's magic power flowed, and on this metal pillar, one by one intricate rune was engraved.

Under the previous deliberate control of the spell, the deformation of the firing pin took only two hours.

This is also the transformation time recommended by the author in the previous book "Intermediate Rune".

This work, Amber has done before I don't know how many times.

At first, embroidery was done on tiny firing pins, but now with a larger stage, Amber's movements are more precise and faster.

Two hours passed in a blink of an eye, when Amber made his final stroke, linking all the magic lines into a loop.

The effect of the previous magnifying spell was also squandered, and the striker shrank again to its original size and shape.

"This should be...successful?"

Amber picked up the firing pin and looked closely at the light.

Rune circuit above. Operation is still smooth. The magic power that was inputted before, bloomed a little bit of fluorescence in the circuit, slowly dimmed with the flow of time, and finally disappeared.

"Finally...successful!"

Seeing this scene, Amber's face couldn't help but showed a bright smile.

Hogwarts is worthy of being Hogwarts. Just a copy of "Intermediate Rune" that he took out has brought Amber such a great inspiration.

This made Amber dream of the alchemical manuscript from Dumbledore when he fell asleep.

Early the next morning, the biological clock woke Amber out of his dream.

As usual, he went to the side of the black lake and let his body's magic power empty. This time Amber did not lie on the lawn to enter the sunrise, but turned and walked back to the Slytherin lounge.

First class today. It was Professor Snape's Potions class.

Snape was such a pivotal figure in his plans that for the next seven years, he would have an inseparable bond with Snape.

Therefore, he needs to take a good bath and empty his mind to welcome the first class of this tragic dean.

Following the army to the basement, unlike Professor McGonagall, Snape would never stand in the classroom and wait until the bell rang.

So after class, Snape's black robe flipped behind him, like a giant bat, as he silently stepped into the classroom.

Amber immediately blessed himself with Occlumency.

Another wonderful scene in the roll call, Snape unabashedly spread his malice to Harry Potter.

During a round of question and answer, Amber clearly felt Snape's deep malice.

Just as Amber was watching the famous scene, he suddenly felt that the little witch beside him was poking him in the waist with something.

Amber turned his head, and at this moment Hermione no longer had the grievance of being deducted points for no reason.

Instead, there was deep doubt.

"Amber, why do you think Professor Snape is so malicious towards Harry?"

"He seems to be just targeting Harry."

"I don't know that."

Amber shrugged, stretched out his hand to sort out the cauldron on the table, and said casually without turning his head:

"Maybe it's childhood shadows and teenage regrets or something."

"Looks like our Mr. Caderos has some expertise in this."

As soon as he finished speaking, in Hermione's exclamation, a cold and smooth voice sounded from the back of Amber's head.

Immediately after seeing the black robes flying, Snape's stinky face like a creditor appeared in front of Amber.

"Since our Mr. Cadmus can't wait, please answer my questions."

Under the malicious tone, Snape's gloomy eyes wandered recklessly on Amber's body.

Like a venomous snake lurking in the gutter, it will shoot deadly venom at some point.

"Mr. Cadmus, what would you get if I asked you to put the young leaves of mandrakes into the juice of the glazed duckweed?"*