"Ah -- ha --"

The next morning, on Hufflepuff's table, Maka yawned and bleary eyed, stuffed sliced white bread into her mouth, and even forgot to apply jam. The school uniform robe on his body was also askew by him. At first glance, it was put on at will. This sloppy appearance was a little inconsistent with his usual neat style.

"Hey, primary school brother, why are you so sleepy? Didn't you sleep well last night?" the careless sister Charlotte obviously doesn't care about other people's dress - although she always dresses up beautifully.

"HMM... yes, a little." Marka nodded listlessly, her eyelids drooping, as if she would fall asleep the next moment.

"Which little girl are you thinking about?" sister Charlotte joked.

"Well, I'm thinking of you, ha --" Marca instinctively replied, and yawned again.

Miss Charlotte obviously didn't expect that the goods could quickly fight back when she was half asleep and half awake. She couldn't help showing a look of "I've convinced you".

"Come on! Wake up quickly. Class will begin soon." she raised her hand and slapped Marca in the back. Marca jumped up and even the bread in her mouth fell on the table.

"I said Sister, don't be so cruel?" Marca grinned. He felt that there must be a red palm print on his back at the moment.

Just then the owls came.

Maka raised her head and watched the large group of owls flying in the restaurant, throwing their packages or letters on the recipient's legs.

"In other words, Malfurion of my family lives in the dormitory all day (he doesn't even want to go to the school owl house), which is of little use except to eat or sleep!" Maka patted her thigh in a daze of enlightenment. "Then why do I buy it? Let's find something to do for it..."

Just as Maka was thinking about letting her owls go out for a stroll, a dark figure flew from the gate of the restaurant and scared the other owls away.

"Ah?" Maka looked up again when she heard the sound. She saw that her owl MafA was diving towards her, and then threw a large package on the open space behind Maka like a bomber, making a loud bang.

"Goo." muffa cried, then fell on the table and pecked another piece of bread from Maka's plate.

"This is your owl?" sister Charlotte stared at MafA curiously. "It's so strong. I also want to raise one like this. Where did you buy it?"

"Turn over the 'Giant Spider' in the lane," replied Maka casually, drawing out a list clamped on the package. "Oh, the book I ordered at lichen bookstore has arrived."

A few days before the beginning of school, Maka made a special trip to lichen bookstore and ordered some books on magic medicine and herbal medicine. Although the books he ordered can be found in the library, the books in the library will not allow you to scribble on them.

Charlotte leaned over and looked at it for a few times. Then she was surprised and said, "primary school brother, are you going to finish all the courses of Hogwarts in the first grade?"

Marca stuffed the list of books into the package, said how it could be, picked up the big package and walked to the lounge - he had to put these books back in the dormitory before class.

As he passed the long table at Gryffindor college, Harry shouted to Marca.

"Hey, Marca! Hagrid asked me to go to his place for tea. Are you going?" he asked Marca, waving the note in his hand.

"When?" said Marca.

"This afternoon, around three o'clock!" Harry replied.

"I have a class this afternoon. Say hello to Hagrid for me. I'll go to see him sometime."

Harry nodded, then lay on the table, wrote something on the back of the note, and handed it to Hedwig.

This morning, it's hucky patch's first deformation class.

The professor of deformation class is Mileva McGonagall. Like Snape, she is a strict mentor.

But unlike Snape, Professor McGonagall treats the four colleges equally. She will severely punish any student who violates the school rules.

Therefore, although most students are afraid of this senior female professor with a straight face, it is an out and out awe.

I believe that there are definitely not a few students who respect her from the bottom of their hearts.

Professor McGonagall's teaching method has always been concise and effective. Just after class, she gave all the students present a slap in the face.

"Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous spell in your Hogwarts course," she said. "If anyone wants to make mischief in my class, I'll ask him out and never allow him to come in again. I told every freshman that I hope you will keep it in mind as a warning."

Then she turned her desk into an elk and back.

Most of them are attracted by this magical magic, which is also a kind of magic. In fact, Maka is probably one of the students here who can most appreciate the difficulty. He learned this from the deformation guide for beginners before that.

So far, Maka has read several textbooks required by the school, and the most difficult one he thinks is the current course.

The difficulty of transfiguration depends not only on the wizard's research on its principle, but also on its starting point. If you want to really skillfully use deformation, the biggest difficulty lies in a thorough understanding of the properties of the object before and after the change.

Witches who learn deformation should not only deeply study the physical properties of objects, but also have the highest possible understanding and control of the magical properties of objects - which is very complex and profound, and can be said to be endless.

For example, if a novice wizard can turn a match into a sewing needle of about the same size; Then, the deformation master can turn this match into various models, materials and even textures, and maintain it for hundreds of years!

Of course, in addition to the gap between accuracy and consumption, the biggest difference lies in its understanding.

This is a time-consuming long-term research course, and Maka found that there is no shortcut, which can only be accumulated by daily learning and research.

In class, Maka turned a feather assigned to him into a lump of metal pimples. He didn't control the shape of the object very well, but Professor McGonagall nodded at him - it's a great performance for beginners to make qualitative changes in objects.

In the afternoon, there was another sleepy magic history class. Professor bins always talks about boring historical events in the magic world in his monotonous tone. The emotionless way of teaching made almost all the students uninterested in the course.

But Maka listened with interest. Because he found that the content of Professor bins's lecture was not based on the book, but was combed very methodically, and occasionally there were some contents that even missed in the textbook. I believe that the respected Hogwarts's only ghost professor will carefully prepare his lessons every night.

Of course, this may also be because the ghost doesn't need to sleep at all, which gives him a lot of time. If you don't do something, you will be so bored that you want to die again.

"I heard that Professor bins was a professor of magic history at Hogwarts until he came to teach a class one day and forgot his body," Ernie, sitting next to Maka, whispered.

"As you said, Professor bins not only contributed the second half of his life to the teaching career, but also continued to maintain this extremely difficult persistence after his death," Marka nodded.

"Listen to you, that's true!"

Ernie looked for a moment and found that it seemed to be the case. He couldn't help but stand up and listen to the class carefully, but he soon fell down again - this textbook is really boring.

The history of magic course may be extremely difficult for other students, but Maka feels that time has passed in a twinkling of an eye.

"Marca, where are you going? Don't you go to the lounge for a while?" Ernie said in surprise.

The magic history classroom is on the second floor. The little badgers in the dormitory are exchanging all kinds of gossip information and walking downstairs. Only Maka is stepping on the upward ladder.

"Oh, I have to go to the library. I have some information to check." Maka turned back and said, but there was no pause under her feet, and soon disappeared into Ernie's sight with the automatic turning stairs.

The library, located on the fifth floor of Hogwarts main castle, is a behemoth with a huge collection of books.

In this, you can find almost all kinds of magic books that are being published or have been published in the past. Of course, a large area here is the so-called "forbidden book area". You can't borrow it without the signature of the president or the professor of defense against the dark arts.

The librarian is Mrs. pince. She is thin, old and irritable. She looks like an old vulture with a bad temper because of hunger.

She regards the books in the library as her life and will drive out any students who try to alter and destroy the collection. In her opinion, these precious books are her forbidden books. If possible, it's best not to come in.

It was just after class. Not long after class, there were only a few Gryffindor annual students in the Library - their college didn't schedule classes this afternoon.

"... magical creatures... Magical creatures... Here!"

Maka stood on tiptoe and pulled out a book called "human like magical biological habits and origin" from the high bookshelf. She immediately stood there and began to search page by page.