I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Professor Fox's first lecture was very effective.

At least, when class was over, Lynn saw that the little wizards had smiles on their faces.

Lynn also got extra points in this class as he wished.

Because he was one of the freshmen of the two academies who successfully released the magic wand light.

Wednesday's class is relatively easy. Except for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the morning, only the evening astronomy class is left. There is a large period of time in the middle, which can be at the disposal of the little wizards.

Lynn did not spend this free time in the library as usual, but came to the lawn by the Black Lake with the textbook "Black Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense" for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

It's still school time, and there is no one here.

Lynn opened the textbook and at the same time wore one of his only two titles: a rookie newly enrolled.

Although the name of this title is not good, but the effect feels extraordinary and easy to use. It can increase the learning efficiency of basic spells by three times, allowing Lynn to quickly learn and use many spells in lower grades.

It is not suitable for use in crowded places, especially in the Slytherin common room.

Although it seems that the atmosphere of the Snake Academy is still good, the hearts of the people are unpredictable.

Who knows that those friendships are genuine or superficial illusions.

Lynn didn't want to test other people's attitudes toward him, even the kindness that he showed specifically was better than tearing his face.

So he specially found a place where there were no people, put on this title, and practiced magic alone.

Only this kind of progress visible to the naked eye can make Lynn feel a little more at ease living in this unsafe place in the magical world.

The effect of the title is great.

After Lynn wore it, he immediately felt that his thinking became abnormally active, and at the same time, the brain's control over the body had never been stronger.

He looked at the curse recorded in the textbook: the snot curse, a curse that can make the victim runny.

There is basically no offensive power, but it is disgusting enough.

Lynn waved his wand according to the description in the book, and whispered the spell to a frog by the lake: "Mucusad Nauseam (Liu Si is more than just)."

However, everything happened.

But Lynn was not at all discouraged, because the moment he chanted the spell, he felt that his casting was impossible.

The extremely clear brain was telling him that his wand movement should be faster, and the pronunciation of the spell was not accurate enough.

So Lynn used the snot curse again on the frog who didn't realize that he had become a guinea pig:

"Mucusad Nauseam (Liu Si is more than just)."

A bright green light beam came out of Lynn's wand and hit the frog in a daze on the shore with precision.

Suddenly, the frog was taken aback, croaked, and jumped into the lake twice.

Lynn laughed silently. It was obvious that his spell was successful. The frog did not have a runny nose because it did not have a function of a runny nose. If the spell hit a person just now, then it will do what it should. There are effects.

Before dinner started at noon, Lynn stayed next to the Black Lake to practice various spells. The feeling of constantly enriching himself was very addictive.

In just half a morning, he learned the three spells recorded in the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook: the Snot Curse, the Repelling Curse and the Smoke Curse.

These spells are not powerful magic, but in some specific situations they have unexpected effects.

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There is no food in the UK.

Lynn actually agrees with this sentence, but in Europe, the exchange between countries is very strong, and the cultural barriers are quite vague, especially in the area of ​​food.

British salted fish is not good, but French food still tastes very good.

Lynn really liked the craftsmanship of the house elves in Hogwarts, and the taste of lunch was very much to his taste.

Just as he was having lunch, Prefect Betty sat next to him.

"Hi, Lynn, are you free in the afternoon? Professor Snape needs someone to help with some potion materials. Students of other ages have classes in the afternoon."

Lynn shook his head: "Sorry, I have an appointment with someone this afternoon."

Betty frowned slightly.

"Can I take the liberty to ask who it is?"

"Professor Fox." Lynn didn't mean to conceal it. In the future, he estimated that he would go to the library ** area to borrow books under the name of Professor Fox. The relationship must be hidden.

Betty patted Lynn on the shoulder and motioned him to look at herself. She stared into Lynn's eyes with a serious tone.

"Remember the words I said at the school dinner? Adrian Fox is a very dangerous person. I don't recommend that you go too close to him."

"Of course I remember."

Lynn had almost eaten at this time, he picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth:

"Thank you for your concern. I will keep your advice in my heart and be careful when dealing with Professor Fox. Goodbye."

Betty looked at Lynn, who was going away, clenched her fists and hammered the long table in a vent. She could see that Lynn hadn't listened to her at all~www.wuxiahere.com~Lynn did not care too much. The words of the elder lady have seen a lot of online rumors in previous lives. Normal people will have their own basis for judgment when dealing with things, and will not be influenced by the words of others.

For now, Lynn still felt that Professor Fox was not like what they said, the heinous perverted murderer.

In the afternoon, in front of Professor Fox's office, Lynn knocked on the door.

"Come in, Lynn." Professor Fox's voice came from inside, and Lynn pushed the door and walked in.

The office is not big, but it is tidy and tidy. It is totally inconsistent with the identity of Fox, a single old man.

Lynn walked to his desk and saw that Professor Fox seemed to be doing a lesson plan for the senior class.

"Just do it, I just moved into this office not long ago, there is no afternoon tea to entertain you."

Lynn found a chair and sat down, curiously looking at a mural hanging on the wall.

It was a knight with a spear, and the horse under the knight's hip was glaring at Lynn, puffing up his nostrils.

"Are you still used to living in Hogwarts these few days?"

Professor Fox put down the quill, folded his hands on the table, and asked with a smile.

Lynn squeezed his cheek sadly: "The food at Hogwarts is so good, I think I have gained a lot."

Professor Fox was amused by his words, and at the same time two teacups jumped out of the cupboard next to them and ran in front of both of them.

The teapot on the table suddenly rose in the air and floated to the teacup in front of Linn to fill him with black tea.

Professor Fox looked at Lynn seriously.

"You have been in contact with magic for a few days. At the same time, you probably heard something about me from your classmates. So Lynn, are you still willing to accept my investment in you?"