Vice Principal Gorshak was weathered. He put down the parchment and said slowly: "If you are late on the first day, you will be deducted 50 points from Ravenclaw."

Hiss! All the students in the school took a breath of cold air.

Fifty points deducted. Fifty points deducted on the first day of class. This guy is really the Head of Ravenclaw!?

Before this was over, Professor Gorshak asked again: "Who is closest to her in the dormitory?"

Among the students who lowered their heads, the silver-haired girl Aglaia slowly raised her hand.

Professor Gorshak: "You know the class but don't call your classmates, another 0 points will be deducted from Ravenclaw!"

All the students around opened their mouths.

Hoffa was shocked. This old man was even more ruthless than Snape. After all, Snape still deducted points from Gryffindor, but you were better off deducting points from your own student and even sitting there.

Aglaia looked anxious: "I didn't scream? I did. She didn't want to come to your class. What does it have to do with me? How can I still drag her up..."

But the old man didn't give Aglaia a chance to explain.

After deducting points, he waved his magic wand and all the pages of everyone's books opened automatically.

"Magic is a precise knowledge. It is different from potions and transformation. It is an ancient wizarding skill passed down orally. It cannot be mastered by people without strict wisdom. Feel the magic with your heart, use your spirit to control the spell, and

Not the tongue…”

Hoffa glanced at Aglaia and saw her folding her arms angrily. She was extremely depressed. Although the college was inexplicably deducted 70 points, Hoffa felt happy to see this guy deflated.

.

The old man was giving lectures in the classroom eloquently, and Hoffa took out his quill and took notes like everyone else. If there is anything good about an adult soul, it is that he knows how to be humble.

In the field of magic, he is a novice.

Halfway through the class, Miranda hadn't come yet. Hoffa felt that he really knew nothing about this new friend, and perhaps there was a rebellious heart hidden beneath her gentle surface.

Hoffa was not given the opportunity to test the wand in the first class because it was a theoretical class that focused on syllables and movements.

In addition, Gorshak was so strict that everyone could only watch him cast various spells and did not dare to try them at will.

…

…

After the Charms class is the Transfiguration class. The Transfiguration class is a public class and is taken together by the four colleges. Hoffa is full of expectations for this class.

It was only in this era that Dumbledore had the opportunity to teach in person. After the great wizard became the headmaster a few years later, only Harry Potter would enjoy this honor.

Thinking of the excitement, Hoffa walked hastily.

Suddenly, a lazy voice came to my ears.

"Dumbledore's class, I'm really looking forward to it!"

Hoffa turned his head, okay! It's actually Miranda.

Holding a stack of books, she suddenly appeared next to Hoffa, as if she had apparated.

Her black short ear-length hair, which was smooth yesterday, is now a bit messy and looks like a chicken coop. There are also two bags under her eyes, as if she hasn't slept enough.

Has this guy been sleeping all morning?

The surrounding Ravenclaw students glared at Miranda with fire in their eyes.

Aglaia had already drawn her wand with a gloomy expression.

She took a step forward, with a murderous look in her eyes that almost impaled Miranda.

Seeing that a big fight was about to begin, Hoffa quickly pushed Miranda to the side and whispered:

"You're crazy. Yesterday you told me not to go against your grandfather in class! Now it's better. Ravenclaw deducted 70 points in the first class, 50 for you and 0 for Aglaia!"

Miranda opened her eyes wide, "Aglaia also dunked?"

"Because she didn't drag you up!" Hoffa whispered: "Hey, next time you sleep in, come to class to sleep at least!"

Miranda spread her hands.

"Tch, these people are really nervous. Just deduct a few points and earn back. What's the big deal? Besides, you can't win the Academy Cup. Why are you fighting over it?"

After saying that, she opened the corridor door very easily.

However, the corridor in front of me turned into a bathroom door at some point.

The previous corridor was nowhere to be found, and while Hoffa and Miranda were talking, the terrain here completely changed.

Hoffa was stunned. He didn't know what was going on, but he didn't want to leave a bad impression on Dumbledore by being late for his first class.

Miranda's expression was a little solemn, and he asked Hoffa: "What day is it today?"

Hoffa said with a dark face: "Monday, you must have been asleep."

"Oops, Monday, these damn magic corridors. Come with me!" As soon as she finished speaking, Miranda pulled Hoffa and ran into the bathroom in front of her.

She counted the left and right sides of the bathroom, then pushed open the toilet in the third row, revealing a deep corridor underneath.

It's a secret passage!

Miranda waved to Hoffa, "Come in!"

Hoffa didn't know why Miranda knew such a hidden secret passage, but now he had no choice but to follow her and jump into the secret passage.

After entering, Hoffa started sliding. The secret passage was as smooth as a kindergarten slide. The two of them were sliding faster and faster, one behind the other.

After a landslide, Hoffa bumped into Miranda's robe, and the two rolled into a ball.

Fortunately, it was so dark that he couldn't see anything, and Hoffa didn't know what he had bumped into. Anyway, he quickly sorted himself out, his face a little red.

Miranda: "Fluorescence."

After whispering, her wand flashed brightly, and they stood in a stone tunnel.

"Follow me."

Miranda calmly led Hoffa quickly through the secret passage.

After ten minutes of hesitation, they finally got out of the secret passage.

Here is the interior of the castle, with a series of oil paintings chatting in the stairwell. Amidst the conversation, the stairs change positions under them, like restless gears.

Just below Hoffa's feet, the stairs swayed and hit a solid wall. It seemed as if he wanted to hit his head on it and die.

Miranda didn't hesitate, climbed the stairs and jumped.

Hoffa had no time to stop her and watched in shock as she jumped off the platform, which was at least 7 stories high below.
Chapter completed!