Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

Winter at Hogwarts is always lively.

With Halloween approaching, the whole school can't help but fall into a sea of ​​joy.

But this has nothing to do with Amber. For a while now, all his thoughts have been on the disappearing cabinet in the Room of Requirement.

I have to say that, as a top alchemy item, the complexity and stacking of the magic patterns on the vanishing cabinet is far beyond Amber's imagination.

Just straightening out the connections between the various runes has almost exhausted Amber's spare time.

Fortunately, he is not without gain.

The design concept of the vanishing cabinet gave Amber a great inspiration.

This essentially connects the space and stably transmits magic power, so as to achieve the effect of directional long-distance transmission, and let Amber see the hope of the development of his own magic technology.

But here it is today.

After carefully putting away the quill and parchment, Amber sighed.

A little while later there will be Professor Flitwick's Charms class. Although Flitwick admired him very much, the serious little old man would never let Amber skip class.

After coming to the Charms classroom and greeting Professor Flitwick cordially, Amber sat down beside Hermione.

"Hey, what's the matter? Grumpy, it's not like Hermione Granger."

Seeing the gloomy face of the little witch, Amber waved his hand strangely in front of him.

"I said, Amber, why do you know black magic?"

After a moment of silence, Hermione turned to meet Amber's eyes and asked softly.

"Of course I learned it, I'm not you, just read it once."

When Professor Flitwick asked them to experiment with the Levitation Charm. Amber flipped his wand at will, without even chanting the spell, and saw the feather in front of him float up smoothly.

In Professor Flitwick's sharp sound of bonus points, the answer, which was not indifferent, completely angered the little witch.

"How can you use such an indifferent attitude? Do you know that they all say that black magic is only used by dark wizards, and it is the most evil symbol."

Seeing the little witch's puffy expression, Amber reached out and squeezed Hermione's cheeks.

After Hermione slapped his hand away angrily, Amber scratched his head and said distressedly:

"I don't know how to explain it to you, but Hermione, a mere spell, won't make a person's stance tend to change."

Having said that, seeing that Hermione also completed the floating spell, Amber simply turned around and quietly took out his wand from under the table.

"soft hands and feet"

An imperceptible beam of light hit Hermione, and she felt as if her hands and feet had lost all strength.

"Amber, you curse me!"

Amber smiled and waved her wand again, and the little witch was instantly free.

"Strictly speaking, Hermione, this little curse I used just now is also a form of black magic."

"Remember those curses we practiced? The front teeth raced with the big stick, grinned, and froze to death. It's all kind of black magic."

"how come?"

Hermione covered her mouth in surprise.

In her opinion, these spells can only be regarded as pranks, and in the Gryffindor lounge, there is always a shortage of occupiers who use these spells.

"You see that's the truth, you don't even know what black magic is."

Amber spread his hands and looked at Hermione innocently.

"From these small curses to the three unforgivable curses, the common denominator of all black magic is malice towards others. As long as this condition is met, all are black magic."

"So you know now, black magic is not terrible, it is just a tool, it mainly depends on what the person who uses magic thinks."

"No, all the books say that black magic is evil, "Hogwarts, A History of the School", "History of Magic", "The Rise and Fall of Black Magic"..."

"Hermione." Amber interrupted her, stared into her eyes earnestly, and said:

"Guns are also dangerous goods, and there are many restrictions on buying guns. So, are the guns themselves or those who have guns who really caused those tragedies?"

"Limiting black magic, like restricting guns, is a decision facilitated by the Ministry of Magic for social stability."

As the get out of class bell rang, Amber's explanation also stopped for a paragraph.

He patted Hermione on the shoulder, leaving behind a sluggish little witch, and ran non-stop towards the Room of Requirement.

On the other side, the dizzy Hermione who was bombarded by Amber's theory stood up blankly, packed up her backpack like a corpse, and walked towards the door.

He needed to find a place to digest the information.

Amber's remarks were still too powerful for an eleven-year-old witch.

Growing up, she had formed an instinct to trust Amber, but when Amber's words had a fundamental conflict with authoritative books, Hermione felt at a loss.

"What's up with her?"

Hermione's desolate figure fell into the eyes of Harry and the others, and it looked very strange.

A man who was always strong, knowledgeable and proud, suddenly became so decadent that Harry and Ronald looked at each other, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Forget it, I saw him sitting with that Cadmus just now, maybe he was bewitched by that Slytherin."

Ronald waved his hand, pulled Harry and walked towards the classroom.

Only Harry couldn't help turning his head to look in the direction Hermione had disappeared, which wasn't where the classroom for their next class would be.

It wasn't just Hermione who skipped classes. Amber was always grateful for classes that he felt were unnecessary.

Right now, he was on his way to Professor Flitwick's office.

What he didn't realize was that behind him, there were two students from other colleges hanging far away.

And one of his old acquaintances, March.

"I said, this guy is just a first-year student. As for us, are we so inspiring?"

Beside March, a tall, thin Ravenclaw student folded his arms and looked arrogant.

He was also a seventh grader, and when facing a freshman like Amber, he had an indescribable sense of superiority.

"Don't be careless, and cooperate with Lord Quirrell's actions. Besides, you underestimate Cadmus. It's not just us who want that thing over the years."

After glancing at the tall and thin boy, Ma Qi said lightly.

These guys haven't really seen Amber's hands, and naturally they won't believe that Amber will have any powerful magic.

For these guys who have high self-esteem and are determined to achieve a great cause, contempt for others and looking down on others have long been a habit engraved in their bones.

And March wasn't about to correct their thinking.

One is because without seeing believing, even if he speaks eloquently, these guys won't make much difference.

The second is to keep them in this mentality, which is positive for March in control of the entire organization.

There are seven or eight good players arranged horizontally and vertically, and even if they are careless, they have enough time to react.

March has pored over several of Amber's battles, whether it's for first-year prefect or in conflict with Douglas.

The strength shown by Amber is almost the level of a seventh-grade graduate.

Seven or eight masters of the same level are in ambush, so they achieve the desired effect.

"I said Ma Qi, since this kid won't go back to the dormitory for a while, then you might as well do a search here."

The tall boy was still a little resentful. He squinted at March, and his words were full of ridicule.

They are all seventh grade students, so why should Ma Qi be in charge of the organization?

Even Lord Quirrell, who is currently hiding in the school, has directly notified Madge when assigning tasks.

This made the tall boy very upset, and he secretly wanted to provoke Ma Qi's authority.

"You can try it. It's just a bottle of compound decoction. It's easy. If it's better to change into someone else's appearance, otherwise let other people in the lounge catch it. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"And you'd better consider how to face Lord Quirrell's wrath."

Ma Qi smiled and didn't care about the teasing of the tall boy.

The price he paid in private was unimaginable. A mere Ravenclaw, trying to replace himself and approach Lord Quirrell is simply a fantasy.

"Remember to do it after the Halloween banquet, I'm going to prepare first."

After leaving the last sentence, March turned and hurried away.

The tall boy could only snort coldly and greet the carefully selected action personnel behind him and rush to the action location they had chosen a long time ago.

The web of conspiracy was slowly emerging, but Amber knew nothing about it.

In the discussion with Professor Flitwick just now, Flitwick highly praised Amber's magic level, and even had the intention of recommending him to participate in the duel competition.

Amber didn't take Professor Flitwick's praise to heart.

The All-British Duel Tournament is indeed a rare event, and if Amber's heart is attracted by the prizes of a certain session, he would not mind participating.

However, the top priority now is the research on the vanishing cabinet.

After coming out of Flitwick's office, seeing that it was getting late, Amber tiptoed towards the hall.

Even if it's research, it's time to finish eating.

The surrounding pumpkin decorations did not catch the attention of Amber, who came to this world for eleven years. Amber has never had Halloween once.

At the end of the Quirrell dinner, Quirrell hurried in from outside and yelled at everyone:

"Troll! A troll has entered the school!"

[The first climax is coming, and Amber has officially come to the front of the stage. Dear book friends, I beg for the flower book review votes in your hands! ! Your every ticket and every book review is the best support for the author, thank you! ! ]*