Chapter 16: Chapter 16

Hoffa walked back, if not for Quidditch lessons. There is still a lot of time, he plans to go to the library to find a few books to read, if he is lucky, he might even find books about the Disillusionment Curse.

If you want to be the one who has the last laugh and pursue your own freedom and happiness in this magical world, strength is essential. To gain strength, the development system is the fastest way. But now the only wizarding mystery that Hoffa can explore is Hogwarts, so it is imperative that Hoffa finds a way to cast the Disillusionment Curse for himself.

If you want to go back to the library of the castle, you have to go through the school's hunting ground. The hunting ground is the middle area between the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest and the castle. Here is a huge green lawn with a radius of several kilometers, like a stretched green carpet, blown by the breeze. The grass rattled.

Halfway through, Hoffa suddenly found a lot of magic runes on the ground, these runes were neatly arranged, and there was a blue shimmer on them.

It seems to be some kind of functional magic circle.

A magic circle on the grass?

Hoffa was a little curious, and he watched as he walked.

Suddenly, Hoffa saw more than a dozen figures gathered together in the distance. Judging by their attire, they are senior students of Hogwarts. They seemed to be talking loudly about something. Since Hoffa took a short cut, he happened to pass by this group of people on the road. After approaching, he stopped and watched for a while.

Just listen to the growing voices of those seniors arguing.

"Do you want to let people live?"

"Who did it?"

"Several days in a row..."

"Why hasn't the Ministry of Magic sent someone?"

"Principal Dippet said to take care of it himself."

Hoffa walked behind a few senior students and took a look. Behind several students, a huge gap was blown out of the originally neat rune array, the grass was flying, and the ground was full of crazy potholes and scratches.

This is... the teleportation circle! Hoffa was secretly surprised when he remembered.

Principal Armando said at the school opening banquet... [The Ministry of Magic has set up a special teleportation point in the school hunting ground. Students above the sixth grade can go to the special venue of the Ministry of Magic for special Auror training after obtaining approval. 】

The senior students next to them were still arguing endlessly, with worried expressions on their faces. Most of them were worried that they would not be able to complete their studies and tasks.

"My credits are not enough, what should I do?"

"I'm worse than you. If I can't complete this task, I might not even graduate this year!"

"Can't we go to the Ministry of Magic in other ways? We have to use the teleportation array."

"No, didn't you listen to what Principal Dippet said? Everything depends on the school's arrangement."

Hoffa listened for a while, and found a senior senior who folded his arms and said nothing, and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, what are you doing here?"

The senior student lowered his head and saw Hoffa who was only as tall as his own ribs.

He immediately leaned down and whispered, "What grade are you in, what are you doing here?"

"I'm a first-year student, and I happened to pass by here." Hoffa said, "Isn't this the teleportation point of the Ministry of Magic?"

"Yes," said the senior student worriedly, "It's a pity that some unknown guy destroyed this teleportation point, making it impossible for us to teleport to practice."

Destroy the teleportation point...?

How dare someone, Hoffa thought.

He still wanted to ask something, but suddenly, several figures in the distance strode towards him.

The senior students quickly pushed Hoffa:

"Hurry up, Professor Goshack is here, don't let him see you here!"

When Hoffa took a look, he saw a figure in a bronze robe. Thinking of the severity of this person, he immediately shivered, and walked back to Hogwarts from the other side of the hunting ground without looking back.

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This incident was just a small episode for Hoffa, whoever destroyed the teleportation array had nothing to do with him.

After returning to Hogwarts, Hoffa went straight to the library. His system exploration rate is now stuck at 0.5%, and he has not even explored 1% of Hogwarts. He must Learn to be invisible or sneak quickly.

Entering the library, there are thousands of books, hundreds of narrow passages, rows of bookshelves towering high, and some students have to use ladders to reach the high books.

There are no first-year freshmen here. They are all senior students who research information and write papers. Wizards like Hermione were rare after all. First-year students don't have much homework, plus they are young and playful, so few people come to a place like the library.

In the past, Hoffa was always looking for the illusion spell in the spell books, but he has almost read the elementary spell area that can be entered by the lower grades.

After another turn, Hoffa began to feel a little lost.

He didn't find the word "invisible" in the catalog of any book.

The recent fortune has started to be bad. According to the law of conservation of character, I may have used up all my luck with my talent in transfiguration.

Hoffa thought for a while, the school must explore, and the school rules must not be fully followed. Discovery must also be undiscoverable.

So besides stealth, is there any other way?

After thinking for a while, Hoffa suddenly thought of the Predator team, that is, the group of Harry Potter's father and Sirius.

They are also the kind of school rule breakers, but besides the invisibility cloak, the capital they can do is because they are Animagus.

Hoffa saw the light.

That's right, Animagus, if you can't become invisible and turn into a small animal. It can also be explored on campus. Doesn't it just happen that I have some talent in Transfiguration?

Once the thought arises, it is difficult to get rid of it, and Hoffa is also very interested in transfiguration now. He left the spell area and came to the area where the books of transformation were stored.

Transformation books are stored next to Potions, occupying a large area. It's just that there are not many books that can be used as a reference for first-year students.

Hoffa picked out a few books he was interested in, "Elementary Transformation Guide", "Conversion of Matter and Magic", "Fundamentals of Rapid Transformation"...

After reading several books in a row, Hoffa felt a little boring. The things in these books were in the textbooks, and they were not as good as Dumbledore's. Probably only someone like Filch would read it.

He flipped through it again without giving up, and some books could teach him something. Some cannot.

Hoffa didn't pay attention to his position while turning the pages of the book. He was obsessed with knowledge and walked deeper and deeper in the library.

Suddenly, there was a faint whisper in my ear.

"Look at me."

"No."

"Look at me."

"I have the most knowledge."

"No, no, I know more."

"But mine are more useful."

Hoffa looked up suddenly, but found that there was no one around him. All the books are lying on the shelves honestly.

But those whispers in the ear are still arguing.

"Don't listen to him."

"Don't listen to him."

"Come on, boy."

"I can make you brilliant."

"brilliant?"

"Is reading a book for glory, idiot?"

"Tut tut."

"Short-sighted."

"Knowledge itself is desire."

"oh!"

"Damn it!"

"Shut up."

"Let him choose."

They kept whispering, and Hoffa's eyes widened.

These books are... arguing?

Why do I hear the voice of the book, this...does every wizard do this?

He didn't understand, so he came closer curiously.

The clamoring voices of the books intensified, and they kept belittling other books and lifting themselves up, as if they were all about to sell themselves.

Hoffa walked slowly along the bookshelf, at this moment, he found a thick old book on the third row of cabinets.

He instinctively felt that the book suited him well.

Because while other books are fighting, this one is very quiet. It seems to exude honey confidence.

So he pulled out the thick book that was as big as his chest.

"Oh, damn it."

"Good luck."

"Hmph, another one."

"Slip away, slip away."

At the moment Hoffa made his choice, the mumbling books around him finally fell silent.

Hoffa looked carefully at this confident book. Its cover was made of the skin of an unknown creature, which had a strange touch, as if it still had a faint burnt smell.

The book appeared to have been burnt, with words scrawled across the cover in faded silver letters.

"Anatomy of everything, structure is king"

Author - Morgan Le Fay.

With a big tone, Hoffa curled his lips.

He turned the pages of the book, and with just one glance, he was drawn in.

On the paper inside, there is a standard drawing of the whole body anatomy of a lion. Every angle, from hair, to nerves, to magic flow.

The bottom of the page reads, 【The basis of transformation is understanding. There is no magical difference between transforming a cat and transforming a lion. The only difference is whether you know enough about the target of the transformation. If you want to transform a cat, you will Know enough about Meow. If you want to transform into a lion, you need to know enough about lions. The same goes for Animagus...]

Hoffa's breathing was a little short, and the book seemed to see through his thoughts at a glance. Go straight to the point when you come up, completely different from those coquettish sluts who cover up outside.

Hoffa turned the page without hesitation.

On the second page, a huge eagle is drawn, and every bone and every feather is also displayed to the extreme.

[Through magic power, to shuttle back and forth between the subject and the object, the most difficult point is not to understand the target object, but to deeply understand oneself. Those who cannot deeply dissect themselves cannot become true masters of transformation...]

Hoffa was shocked by the passages in this book. These words were like a big bell to him, and they were deafening.

He was about to keep turning the pages.

Suddenly, a gray-bearded librarian jumped out and snatched away the magic book that Hoffa was reading with gusto. "Hey! Boy, do you have the professor's signature?"

Hoffa was furious at first, but he looked at the bright red characters [Restricted Book Area] above his head. He realized that he violated the school rules. Entering the restricted area of ​​the library requires the signature of the professor.

Seeing that Hoffa was silent, the administrator suddenly raised his hips.

"Come to the senior class area to look for books without a signature. In case the magic in the book backfires, who is responsible for this? It's mine or you! Let's go...!"

He waved a feather duster and pushed Hoffa out of the library.

Standing at the door of the library, Hoffa kicked the Roman pillar next to him irritably. He was full of resignation. I thought to myself that it is really bad luck, what can I do when I am unlucky.

It is most annoying to be interrupted when I am reading a book. If that old guy comes a little later, maybe I can find out the secret of Animagus' transformation.

Annoyed for a while, Hoffa began to think about the solution.

I must get this book myself, but Hogwarts has broken the rules so much, where should I go to get the professor's signature.

At this moment, he couldn't help thinking of the original book again, Harry and Hermione entered the restricted section after they got a prescription for Polyjuice Potion in their second year. But they met that idiot Lockhart, who should they sign now? Dumbledore definitely can't, that guy is too smart, let alone Goshack, that stern old man is not soft on his granddaughter.

Hoffa walked out of the library with a sad face, and he found that it was completely dark. I stayed in the library for too long without knowing it.

A burst of hunger came, and he hurriedly ran to the hall. I have missed my meal and can only hope that there is still some food left there now.

It's a pity that when he answered the hall, there were few people here, and there were only some leftover desserts on the table.

Hoffa thought he was really unlucky today.

After eating a little dessert, Hoffa returned to the Ravenclaw common room with empty hands and empty stomach.

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There was a rare noise in the common room, and a group of children were eagerly discussing something related to Quidditch.

And in the center of the crowd was the silver-haired Aglaia. Her outstanding flying talent was unanimously admired and sought after by everyone. They surrounded her like stars and moons, and many people kept asking her questions about flying skills.

Glimpsing Hoffa into the foyer, Aglaia immediately amplified her voice, directing the worshiper's flight questions like a proud little swan.

"Gillen, your waist is bent too much, and your center of gravity is too forward. If you can fly well, you will be a ghost."

"William, there is a problem with your grip posture. The habitual action is to control the direction with your left hand and swing the club with your right hand. If you always use your right hand to control the direction, you will lose badly in the game."

"Taylor, you are doing well today, but I think you still seem to be a little afraid of flying. Don't be afraid of flying, you are not a Muggle. Unlike someone..."

When she said someone, she raised her voice again, insinuating.

Hoffa ignored her as if she was farting. Since meditation is not available in the common room, he plans to go back to his dormitory bed to meditate.

But when he was about to go upstairs, Miranda got out of the crowd and stopped him.

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time."

"What's wrong?"

Hoffa asked lightly.

"Did you not eat tonight?"

Miranda produced a roll of paper packets. Hoffa took it over and saw that there was actually food in the paper bag. Although it was just a few chicken legs and bread, Hoffa felt warm in his heart.

He took some cold food and stuffed it into his mouth, while Miranda comforted him:

"It's okay if you can't fly, and I can't fly well either. There will be our first Quidditch match in half a month, and it will be against Gryffindor. Are you going to watch it?"

Hoffa was dumbfounded. After what happened today, he really lacked interest in Quidditch. Miranda even came here to comfort herself, was she afraid that she would be sad? What a kind girl.

But now Hoffa is full of transfiguration, and he really doesn't care much about these shitty things.

But when Miranda came to ask, he couldn't refuse directly. He nodded and said perfunctorily, "Go, why don't you go and see?"

Miranda whispered in Hoffa's ear:

"Aglaia was selected as the backup Seeker for the Academy Quidditch team. Next week, the team's official Seeker will go to the Ministry of Magic to attend Auror training. If you can cheer her on, I think it is A good opportunity for you to let go of the gap."

Substitute Seeker, Aglea! Let go of the gap to cheer her on?

Hehe, Hoffa felt his intestines twisted together, as uncomfortable as eating a pile of wild shit.

Miranda is really scheming, giving herself food first and then letting herself cheer. If he directly said the second news, he would not agree to watch the Quidditch match even if he killed himself. Is this guy sure of his character of being soft but not hard?