Hogwarts: The Book of Laws

Malfoy did not go back to his dormitory to sleep that night, probably because he was afraid that Lean would cast an Unforgivable Curse on him while he was sleeping at night, or perhaps because he disliked Lean's Muggle origin.

But no matter what, Lien got a dormitory of his own.

This was completely confirmed the next morning when Malfoy came to pack his luggage.

Use the levitating spell to move the bed that originally belonged to Malfoy to the corner, and then put his luggage on it.

The whole dormitory instantly became a large space.

As for what to do if Malfoy wants to come back, that is not within the scope of Li En's consideration.

But in addition, Rean also needs a secret base known only to himself to conduct some experiments that are not visible to the light.

"It's better to do it step by step." Rean smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Malfoy moving away was a great thing for Lean.

Although Lien wanted to transform this dormitory according to his own wishes, there was not much time left before class started.

After washing up quickly, I went upstairs to the restaurant and ate a simple sandwich before arriving at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

However, when he saw the sign for the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

But he couldn't remember what he had forgotten for a while, so he had to think about it for the time being.

There were not many seats left in the classroom at this time, and only the last row was empty.

This class was held together with Hufflepuff, but the young wizards from the two houses seemed to have the same hobby this time, vying to sit in the front.

Rean sat in a corner of the last row, minding his own business.

Although there are still a few empty seats in the front row, there is a small group next to them, so it is inevitable to feel uncomfortable sitting there.

After sitting down, Lien took out the "Black Magic Self-Defense Guide" and placed it on the table.

Some of the magic recorded in this book is still very useful in Lien's opinion, and it is enough to deal with more common situations.

Moreover, he had finished studying this book a long time ago. Most of the magic can be found in the books left by the Death Eaters. It seems that they are relatively versatile spells.

"I don't know how Professor Quirrell is doing this year. I heard that Professor Wen Hua last year ended up in St. Goman's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Maladies. He was in a coma and hasn't woken up yet."

"By the way, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor from the year before last was also at St. Mungo's, right?"

"Yes, yes, I heard that we are still in the same ward as Professor Wen Hua."

"Eh? No way. There are only three patients in one room. Is it such a coincidence? The remaining one also used to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the school, right?"

"Have you heard all this?"

"Huh? Is it true?"

"Yes, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts four years ago was a battle-experienced Auror. However, before the final exam, he suddenly fell down the stairs and hit his head. . Now he is lying in the hospital like Professor Wen Hua."

"Ah, this..."

"Bang!" Lean slammed the table, and he finally remembered what he had forgotten.

Isn't this unfortunate Professor Quirrell possessed by Voldemort? His whole body smells like garlic.

Ryan suddenly thought of the sandwich he had hurriedly stuffed into his mouth that morning.

If I could do it over again, I would never eat that sandwich. Lien thought so.

Almost three minutes later, Professor Quirrell appeared with his unique scent.

It was a very strong smell of garlic, really smellier than the smelly socks that Mrs. Love next door had just taken off.

Although Lean was sitting in the last row, the smell still made him unbearable.

"Hello everyone, I am... your professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year... Hey... Hey hey..." Professor Quirrell stood on the podium and stammered.

But none of the little wizards below wanted to listen to him. This indescribable smell had completely occupied the minds of the little wizards.

Even Lien, who was sitting in the last row, felt a little uncomfortable at this time.

The sandwich he had eaten in the morning was tumbling in his stomach, and an uncomfortable feeling filled his head.

"No, I can't bear it anymore."

Lien really couldn't stand the smell, but he had no choice but to endure it.

However, Lien suddenly remembered that he seemed to have learned the spell to freshen the air, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

At this time, Li En realized that he had learned too many magic spells, but he had not used them much.

In the end, Lean successfully cast an air freshening spell on himself and got rid of the biochemical attack from Professor Quirrell.

But the rest of the little wizards didn't feel so good. They could only rely on patience to get through this long lesson.

I believe they will find a way to solve this matter before the next class.

After the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it was Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

This is the course that little wizards look forward to the most. Everyone wants to turn a piece of wood into a frog or turn a piece of grass into a sharp sword with a wave of his hand.

However, the little wizards of Slytherin and Hufflepuff were not in the mood to cheer at this time. They stood in the corridor outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, breathing heavily as if the air was something sweet. .

The little wizards coming and going around looked at the new students and pointed with some curiosity.

But no one went to explain anything to them, because... they couldn't go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class without being prepared.

This is the most tacit cooperation between Hufflepuff and Slytherin.

After taking a breath for a while, the little wizards left, because there was not much time left before the Transfiguration class.

Rean came to the Transfiguration classroom early, after all, he was not affected at all.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall." After saying hello to the cat on the podium, Rean found a seat slightly forward and sat down.

Professor McGonagall nodded to Rean in return, and then continued to sit on the podium waiting for the arrival of the little wizards.

"Hurry, hurry, I hope Professor McGonagall hasn't arrived yet."

"Don't squeeze me!"

There was a sudden noise outside, and then a group of little wizards appeared in front of the classroom door.

"Huh, luckily I caught up." A little wizard put his hands on his knees and expressed what all the little wizards felt.

There was no crowding, and the little wizards entered the classroom in an orderly manner.

The cat on the podium nodded happily.

After everyone sat down, Professor McGonagall transformed from a cat into a human in the astonished eyes of all the little wizards in the audience.