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Chapitre 90: Chapter 90: "Exploring the Contradictions of Ancient Magic Texts at Hogwarts"

After changing the subject for the time being, Draco walked out of the auditorium, followed by Pansy. Today's first class is ancient magic text, which should be for the convenience of arrangement and coordination. Similar electives seem to be all in the same building, so they came to the North Tower again, but this time the number of floors was lower.

Nothing happened along the way. After all, they had come here before, but there were a few more portraits of horses jumping off and grazing leisurely on the grass. The fat jester named Cadogan was babbling, saying that some people couldn't listen. If you understood him, he wanted to charge on a horse for a while and recruit these students to be his followers. His short, chubby body and inexplicable words and actions were particularly ridiculous. This reminded Draco of the name Don Quixote, the windmill rider.

They went up a few floors and saw a bright iron sign engraved with strange patterns, or perhaps it was text. The various types of text on it were constantly changing. Draco had enough dynamic vision to successfully capture the moment when the English characters flashed, and it said: "The ancient magic text classroom is in the second classroom on the right corridor."

"It's really a special test," Draco thought to himself. He hadn't seen those words before he taught himself "A Simple Introduction to Ancient Magic Texts." They must be advanced words.

Draco didn't put too much thought into ancient magic texts. Aside from being unforgettable and having a certain degree of understanding, and a mature mentality far surpassing his peers, he didn't have more talent for magic compared to memory subjects in magical subjects such as potions and herbalism. Draco was generally cautious and careful in his studies and didn't have the confidence to continue this difficult study of science without the guidance of professionals.

As a result, most of his self-study in ancient magic texts was just a taste.

The sign on the classroom has been around for a few years, and the magic nailed to the wall seems to have lost some of its power. A rusty iron sign hangs weakly in the air on the ground. When the two of them stepped into the classroom, they heard the bell ring, signaling the start of the lesson.

"It's a coincidence," Pansy said, pretending to be surprised and patting her chest. In fact, she was not afraid of being late.

"Who do you think is wasting time?" Draco raised his eyebrows.

"Alright, alright, I'll pay attention next time," Pansy stuck out her tongue playfully.

Then Draco found a place to sit down and looked around the classroom. In this large room, which can accommodate at least hundreds of people at the same time, only a few dozen students were scattered in each seat and were responsible for the ancient magic course. Professor Bathsida Babling sat on the podium with a faint smile, not minding that there were only so many students in her course. Maybe there were some surprises, and so many students were willing to come to her class.

Bathsida Babling is a middle-aged witch, about fifty or sixty years old, and is different from the divination professor who is full of jewelry at first glance. Her dressing style is very simple, just a pale yellow knitted gown and light blue shawl set off her affinity, and under her densely wrinkled eye sockets, her eyes are full of depth and wisdom.

"Very well, I am very happy that you have the courage to choose this course. This may be the most esoteric course you have learned at Hogwarts. Of course, if you are only concerned with exams, this is also the simplest course. You only need to memorize the knowledge in the book," the female professor said, her voice gentle and magnetic, but not lacking in seriousness.

"Ancient magic text is a rather contradictory course," Professor Babling said. "Even Professor Dumbledore cannot deny that the combat effectiveness of wizards in today's wizarding world has declined. This is the inevitability of the times, and it is also inevitable for all wizards." She sighed. "Because it is the era of standard spells." There was regret and luck in her tone.

"Even some of the current spells still have the shadow of ancient magic inscriptions. Can that student say something?" Only one person in the classroom raised their hand.

"Well, Miss Hermione Granger, I think you can bring me a good answer," Professor Babling said, as there are only a dozen elective courses for students, so she has the patience to remember the face of every classmate. She had already heard of this studious student, which made it easy for her to name the girl.

Hermione stood up quickly, looking a little nervous. This class had a much higher status in her heart than the so-called divination class. She had to make a good impression on the teacher.

She tidied up some messy hair, took a deep breath, and slowly said, "The most evil spell in the Unforgivable Curse - Avadaso Mantra has some traces of ancient magic inscriptions." Then she sat down in her chair.

Some of the other students showed a dazed expression, while others apparently had heard of this infamous spell, and their expressions changed involuntarily. Pansy was one of them; her eyebrows were slightly raised and she could not accept that the lessons she was learning could actually be related to that kind of spell.

"Well, I actually set a trap for my question just now," Professor Babling laughed. Her eyes narrowed, and she was obviously satisfied that the girl had fallen into her trap. "But I still have to add ten points to Gryffindor, because you are not wrong. Please sit down," she added.

Hermione sat down a little happily, not depressed by her mistakes. This is the real pleasure of her lessons – not the ones that are baseless. Only the "halo" can determine a person's learning achievement. Suddenly, Hermione sat up straight again because she heard the female professor begin to explain the problem just now.

"It's not so much which spells have the shadow of ancient magic texts, but rather which spells do not borrow from ancient magic texts," she paused, looked around the classroom, and continued: "In a sense, ancient Mowen is the origin of all current spells, but the current spells have been improved countless ways, becoming stable and relatively efficient."

"Well, I seem to have introduced too much," Professor Babling said, patting her forehead with some annoyance. She put her hands together and said, "If I continue to brag, your Professor Flitwick may be frustrated. That's it," she joked, then tapped the teaching desk in front of her with her magic wand.

"Can any of you name a device in Hogwarts that uses ancient magic texts?" she asked.

"The ceiling in the auditorium," Draco stood up and replied. He would not think that the magic that can see the starry sky outside the window was specially maintained by a certain teacher. The only answer should be the ancient magic text. He wanted to follow the level of the big four, making such a situation is also a normal handwriting.

"The eyes are like a torch," the female professor said, glancing at Draco appreciatively. "Mr. Draco must have previewed it. So what magic text is used on it?"

"Curing, transparency, perception," Draco said, thinking for a moment. Curing naturally goes without saying. The ancient magic text of perception and transparency acts as a photoresistor on the ceiling, which can be sharp when night falls. It perceives the change in the external light source and then becomes transparent.

He has reason to believe that technology and magic are just means. If possible, under infinite development, maybe the two systems can finally get a unified explanation.

"Oh, perfect answer. Slytherin adds twenty points because of you," Professor Babling said, spontaneously applauding this wonderful answer.

Hermione heard the familiar male voice and looked back abruptly, then immediately turned her head back.

"Yes, it's normal for him to take this course," Hermione thought to herself. She felt that he would certainly not be interested in those illusory futures. This was her instinct.

"Should I go thank Ron and thank him?" Hermione began to think. Ron's character would never apologize to Draco, and Harry would do the same. She should be only herself. At least the second-year secret room rumors say that she saved Draco by herself. Presumably, he wouldn't say anything against herself, but she couldn't help but think of Draco's bad words during breakfast in the auditorium.

"Oh, help him? Be affectionate? I just wanted to humiliate him. By the way, you ran over to thank him on your own. I'm afraid that guy won't accept your affection," Hermione can guess Draco would say these things, maybe even more vicious things.

"No, no matter what he thinks, whether it's a shame or he really wants to help, it's true that he helped Ron. I should still thank him," Hermione unconsciously squeezed the white quill in her hand, preparing to be stabbed by cold words.

She could even foresee that Ron and Harry wouldn't look good on her if they knew about it. She also remembered that the crack in the relationship between herself and Draco was due to her own cleverness and her running away without worrying about his feelings when asking about the origin of the Philosopher's Stone.

But there are certain things that must be done, and you cannot retreat because of the harshness and boredom of your friends.

This is her own persistence, a Gryffindor's persistence.

This may not make her popular, but she will not regret it either.

"The origin of the ancient magic text comes from magical creatures..." The kind and magnetic female voice rang. After a series of guidance, Professor Babling started her topic for today, just like many Muggle universities. Students are similar to a foreign language subject. In the first class, many professors do not teach "you, me, or him," but choose to teach the numbers. Of course, is there any "you, me, or him" in the ancient magic writing? "We have no way of knowing such a name.

For inventions and creations in ancient times, humans or intelligent creatures may not have the concept of "referential" in their minds.

In short, when the teacher started to lecture, Hermione forced her mind to return to the state it was in when she was studying, got rid of those distractions, and listened to the class seriously.


Chapitre 91: Chapter 91: "Ancient Magic Text Course: A Struggle for Knowledge at Ravenclaw House"

The bell rang, signaling the end of the ancient magic text course. Most students were still unsure about the material. This course is indeed difficult, but it is also really interesting. Most of those who are confident enough to choose this course are from Ravenclaw House. For students who love knowledge, after the difficulty is thrown away, the rest should be fun.

"You go first," Pansy in the seat waved to Draco. "I have a few more questions for the professor."

"You robbed me of my lines," Draco said, looking at Pansy with a weird expression. He wondered, even though he felt her transformation a little bit, he was still a little uncomfortable.

"Is it weird to see me study seriously?" Pansy gave Draco a white look.

"Then I think asking the professor the question you're now confused about is the same as asking me," Draco shrugged.

"I'm not," Pansy said, pushing Draco away from his seat a little annoyed, as if driving him away.

"Okay, well, then I happen to have something. If you don't understand anything, just ask Professor Babling, and remember to be polite," Draco finally gave Pansy a wake-up call and quickly left the classroom.

Hermione watched the two of them talk and couldn't intervene. Draco left soon after the conversation. She regretted it and breathed a sigh of relief. As for why, she may only know the reason.

Just as Hermione had packed up her ancient magic text course related books and was about to get up and leave, she found a figure standing in front of her seat.

"Ms. Parkinson, may I ask you something?" Hermione asked in a cold tone as she sorted her books. Apart from finding faults, she really couldn't think of why a Slytherin schoolgirl would come to find her after class. She didn't believe that Miss Parkinson would humbly ask her for advice. Whether it was knowledge or patience, she felt that Draco was enough to teach her.

It seemed that Hermione still didn't notice the sourness in her heart and unconsciously compared them.

However, the provocative words that Hermione had imagined did not come out of Pansy's mouth. Hermione looked up at Pansy and realized that the expression on her face seemed tangled. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her hands were placed together. She didn't know what she was doing behind her back, but she stood on tiptoe from time to time. Whatever the case, Hermione only saw no hostility on her face.

Suddenly, Pansy leaned forward, and Hermione unconsciously held the magic wand next to her, ready to counterattack at any time. She still didn't let go of her guard, wondering what unfavorable behavior the girl in front of her would do to her.

"Thank you," Pansy finally made up her mind and bowed to Hermione very formally, softly, and solemnly.

"Huh?" Hermione, who was in a defensive stance, was stunned. She didn't know why Pansy would thank her. The most recent encounter was probably because the two of them had an unpleasant duel in the duel club. After that, there was basically no communication, and Hermione didn't know what the girl in front of her could do to thank her.

"Thank you for notifying the principal to save Draco," Pansy continued, only to show her intentions.

"He wouldn't be willing to owe others favors." Pansy said firmly to Hermione. "So the Ron thing that was saved will be regarded as his reward for the time being. The three of you have such a good relationship, it should be counted. It's even."

"That has nothing to do with me," Hermione started to put her head down to organize her textbooks again and then said, "If it's true as the rumors say, then I helped him last year and it was something Gryffindor should do. It doesn't matter who it is, it's not for compensation." Hermione stopped for a moment, then raised her head to stare at Pansy and said, "And it was his own choice to save Ron, please don't involve anything in return with high-sounding words." Hermione bit the word "save" very hard, obviously not agreeing with her statement.

"That's best," Pansy didn't care too much. "So according to your statement, I just thank you according to my own wishes. It's your freedom to accept it or not, and I didn't hide it from him. Now." Pansy seemed to have thought of something and chuckled secretly, the corners of her mouth curling up inexplicably. Then, she turned and left.

The conversation between the two completely dispelled Hermione's plan to thank him again. She could only bite her lip and watch Pansy's departure.

The flame of courage that was finally instigated was ruthlessly extinguished. Perhaps Pansy's words didn't directly make her give up, but people's courage can only last for a while, and the most impulsive time has passed. This interruption changed her decision again.

Hermione suddenly realized that her determination was not as firm as she had imagined. She would still be afraid, but she didn't know where the fear was coming from.

Want to approach but dare not approach? Maybe.

The protagonist who made her entangled was talking with Mrs. Pince in the library at this time, not knowing how much trouble he caused someone.

"My child, what's the matter with you? I think you should be more familiar with it than I am," Mrs. Pince said to Draco with a formulaic smile thousands of miles away, her tone seeming to admire him for coming to the library. She has never seen a student who can read books in the forbidden book zone without any scruples in the first grade. Let's see what books he reads, "The Declassified Black Magic", "The Rise and Fall of Black Magic", this is to think Become the second Dark Lord?

What's even more strange is that the principal actually agreed to the behavior of this little boy, even if she herself finds it difficult to accept, she can only pretend to close one eye.

The results of it? Look, he must have used the knowledge of these banned books to make such a big mess in the last semester. She would not believe that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse. She felt that the child in front of her was the one. The culprit.

But the principal still didn't punish Draco too severely, or it's not a punishment at all, and today he actually came here again, and it seemed that he was looking for something to do with herself, but she didn't think she had any knowledge of those dark magics. Let him ask for advice.

"Of course, Mrs. Pins," Draco smiled slightly, bowed, and then said, "I hope I can donate some books to the library. These are some precious books I collected during the holiday, no matter where I came from. It makes sense in all respects." After that, Draco put forward a black box and placed it on the table. He stroked the palm with his palm on the top, and the box clicked, as if it had triggered some mechanism and opened it himself.

In theory, of course, Mrs. Pins hopes that the library has as many books as possible. She also hopes that the students at Hogwarts can acquire as much perfect knowledge as possible, but Draco's impression of her is really bad. There was no sense of expectation in her heart.

Sure enough, when she saw a few large gilded words "Born and Noble, Genealogy of Wizards" on some broken pages, her brows were raised high.

To her surprise, it was not a good book, and it was a pure-blooded, noble book. In her opinion, it was nothing more than a group of old antiques boasting of nobleness.

"First of all, I have to see if there is any strange magic in these books." Mrs. Pins's smile narrowed and she no longer looked amiable. She didn't want any wicked books in her jurisdiction. Just like the riots last semester, didn't the principal say that a diary caused them? What if this kid has bad intentions?

This was the first time, so she naturally had reason to believe it could happen again.

"Of course," Draco said with a smile and gestured with his hand as if to say "please."

It seemed that these were a series of books, and Mrs. Pince randomly picked one up and opened it to read.

"The noble and oldest Black family." These words greeted Mrs. Pince's eyes and she couldn't help but laugh out loud, causing her sunken cheeks to wrinkle.

But the mention of the Black family name reminded Mrs. Pince of a few years ago when a few students came to the library to study near exam time. One of them seemed to have this surname. At that time, a very cute girl with long, dark red hair and almond-shaped green eyes was helping them review. She was one of the few students that Mrs. Pince can still remember more than ten years later. Being naturally curious, Mrs. Pince couldn't help but take a few more glances at this small group. To her surprise, the two who seemed the best match were not lovers.

What was the man's name? Mrs. Pince tried to remember as best she could, her deep, concave eyes becoming a little blurred. Potter? She had a flash of inspiration and remembered the man's surname was the same as Harry Potter's.

He wasn't bad, but he was far behind Black. Mrs. Pince still remembered that when she first saw Black, she felt as if her heart had been captured by something. She felt that if she were a few dozen years younger, she might have fallen in love with him at first sight.

He was too handsome, and a little bit of arrogance only made him more fascinating to many girls, including Mrs. Pince. But adults can always adjust themselves faster and won't go crazy like those little girls. Her mind quickly faded.

However, that shocking glance finally made her unforgettable, which is why her mood became complicated when she saw this surname again.

She tried to compose herself and continued to look down.

A heraldry caught her eye. On the mountain-shaped symbol were two five-pointed stars, and underneath was a long sword. The whole image constituted a shield. On both sides of the shield were two leaping greyhounds. In the terminology: "Black, with the mountain shape between the two stars as the main body, one sword as the foundation, and silver." She knew that this should be the family crest of the Black family. These families liked to make these symbolic things to strengthen the sense of belonging and glory for future generations.

"Yeah," she muttered to herself as she stared at the words in the book, "Ciris Black, born in..." This was a family member who died young, so no more information was recorded. He died when he was eight years old.

Mrs. Pince's gaze slid down, "Phineas Nigelus Black (1847-1926)" She remembered that this man had served as the headmaster of Hogwarts, but his reputation wasn't very good. However, just after she finished reading about the man's life, the person in the photo suddenly moved and looked at her with a mocking look, showing a slight sneer.

"It's just a small transformation magic," Draco explained. "It can make the readers have a deeper impression of these people, doesn't it?"

"Oh," Mrs. Pins nodded noncommittally, expressionless, but the speed of her fingertips turned faster, and soon she saw a photo she wanted to see.

——Sirius Black

The dark grey eyes showed some sharp gazes, with the arrogance and indifference that kept anyone from getting close to him. It would be more suitable to describe him with unsmiling words. This should be a photo of his youth, full of spirit, and not yet smoothed by Azkaban. His edges and sharpness were still present.

"Well, these books should be okay and can be stored in the library," Mrs. Pince closed the books quickly, her tone still as cold as before. However, Draco's results were unexpected.

People with a non-negative EQ know how to perceive what others are saying. Draco, who thought he would be troubled, never expected that Mrs. Pince, who wasn't very pleasing to him, would let him get what he wanted so easily.

"Thank you then," Draco said politely.

This naturally saved him a lot of effort, and some of the preparatory work he had done to avoid making things difficult became useless.

"Maybe she's in a good mood these days," Draco thought to himself. The green light all the way made him feel good. If Draco knew the real reason, he might be dumbfounded.

"Is there anything else?" Mrs. Pins asked, with a hint of impatience in her tone. Draco couldn't help but feel that the librarian in front of him seemed to be rushing him away impatiently, although it may have just been his own delusion.

"Uh..." Draco hesitated for a moment before saying, "It should be gone, but I still want to see these books fit on the shelf with my own eyes."

"Troublesome kid," Mrs. Pins whispered. "Then I have to find a relatively free bookshelf for it." She thought that books about family trees should be placed near historical materials. She got up and took Draco to the rows of bookshelves, constantly wandering until they found a relatively empty spot.

"Just here," Mrs. Pins said blankly, looking at a bookshelf that was empty but covered in a little dust.

"Clean up," Draco immediately used a spell when he saw it, and the bookshelf immediately became tidy. This made Mrs. Pince's expressionless face show a trace of fluctuation. If Draco had looked back, he would have seen the corners of her mouth curl up slightly.

"This kid doesn't look so unpleasant," Mrs. Pince thought to herself. Draco wouldn't know that his unintentional action had slightly restored some of his image.

A person who stays at work for a long time will always develop some habits. For librarians, caring for books should be regarded as an occupational disease. What Mrs. Pins hates most are those students who don't love books. Draco's move changed her impression a lot.

"The Weasley family, the Malfoy family, the Avery family..." A family tree was placed on the shelf, and the books in the box became fewer and fewer.

When the last book was placed on the shelf, Draco clapped his hands and declared that he was done.

"Thank you for your wisdom. I believe that the students will be willing to know the glorious history of their families," Draco said as he leaned slightly. These genealogies are not just a combination of names and birth and death years, but also include the main deeds of family members. Even the photos and other details are more thorough than the records in the families. As for why such detailed information can be obtained, the factor of wealth is inevitable. Draco has put a lot of effort into these dozens of books.

For example, he found a woman who was crazy about Black back then and bought back his photos at a high price.

Of course, these are just smoke bombs, and his real intentions are actually hidden in a book.

As he left, he turned his head and took a deep look at the neatly arranged books on the bookshelf. He thought to himself, "The seeds have been planted. All that's left to do is wait and see when they sprout."


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