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.