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."