Chapter 131

"Mudblood... what does that mean?"

In the corridor, the figures of the three young wizards cast three fleeting shadows by the burning torches.

Outside the glass window, the pale pink and indigo sky was shrouded in a thin layer of mist; whenever the sunset glowed, the birdsong outside was always very loud.

"I don't know."

Jia Siting answered honestly.

Hemin gave him a helpless look:

"I wasn't asking you, Xiang Xien, do you know?"

"A highly discriminatory term in the Wizarding World for Muggle-born wizards."

Xiang Xien said.

"How strong?"

Jia Siting asked suddenly.

"There is none stronger."

Xiang Xien added.

"I see, Xiang Xien."

Jia Siting paused suddenly, then turned around abruptly.

Xiang Xien heard him muttering something: "Going to Eton College next year isn't bad either, Mother will definitely be proud of me."

Then Xiang Xien silently pulled him back together with Hemin.

"No need to go anymore."

Xiang Xien said softly.

His words were always effective; Jia Siting stopped immediately, and he asked thoughtfully:

"Is it because of Professor Sineipu?"

It seemed that because they were talking about Professor Sineipu, his voice became a little smaller.

"Mm."

For those Slytherins who had violated all of Professor Sineipu's inviolable rules, Xiang Xien found it hard to imagine Professor Sineipu's supposedly insane rage.

So he hurriedly pulled Hemin and Jia Siting away.

After all, compared to the petty squabbles between the six young wizards, Professor Sineipu's private handling was clearly more terrifying.

Hogwarts has rules, but if an incident is not recorded, then the rules appear empty and useless.

If they stayed at the scene, they would not only affect Professor Sineipu's performance but would also be held accountable in the end.

But if they left, then this matter would be forcibly turned into a private affair of Slytherin House by a certain Potions Master.

A torrential rain began to fall outside the window, and the sky was as dark as ink, but inside the room, it was relaxed and bright; magical lanterns shrouded the classroom, and there were three cups of hot milk on the small wooden table.

Hemin's state was clearly a bit low, and she was writing a letter with a "rustling" sound.

Out of a certain sense of boundaries, Jia Siting kept some distance from her, so he moved to Xiang Xien's side.

At this moment, Xiang Xien was still organizing his plan:

"Whether I can earn the scholarship depends on this last week or so.

First, grind the Levitation Spell to the Expert level, then learn the Smokescreen Spell, the Knockback Jinx, and finish learning the three spells that should be learned in the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class...

This should be enough to achieve an Outstanding in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the huge amount of Jin Jialong will be enough for me to use for several years."

After writing this paragraph, Xiang Xien continued to write:

"I should note that Hogwarts is not always safe.

The prejudice and discrimination of pure-blood wizards always exist; if not for this, the two generations of Dark Lords would not have had so many followers. I need to master some stronger magic."

Speaking of powerful magic, Xiang Xien's first thought was Transfiguration.

Why not Dark Magic?

Think about it: orphan, likes Dark Magic, has a certain appeal...

Alright, Xiang Xien dared not think about it anymore.

【Transfiguration】.

Xiang Xien wrote these words at the very top of his plan.

There is a lot of powerful magic in the Wizarding World, among which the most destructive is publicly recognized as Dark Magic.

Besides that, there is the elegant and profound Transfiguration; in the Battle of the Ministry of Magic, Headmaster Buliduo almost defeated Tang Mu head-on using Transfiguration.

In the original work, Headmaster Buliduo brought the golden wizard statue to life, which not only protected Harry but also knocked down Bellatrix, and in the end, some golden statues went to besiege Voldemort and even blocked a Killing Curse.

Xiang Xien believed that truly powerful Transfiguration could turn various objects into powerful aids that could help you defeat your opponent during battle, which is to say, endowing them with life force.

At the same time, it could also perfectly fit Xiang Xien's own talent.

The shorthand quill was "swishing" Xiang Xien's schedule onto the notebook, and he allocated all his time to grinding Transfiguration and Spells.

Even the time for brewing potions and going to the greenhouse was reduced.

"Oh—"

Xiang Xien heard an irrepressible laugh; looking back, Jia Siting was giggling at a note.

His laughter made Hemin blush, wishing she could bury her head in the letter.

"Oh, Xiang Xien, we have to be careful, don't get discovered... this is yours."

Jia Siting seemed to have come to his senses, glanced at Hemin cautiously, and placed a note in Xiang Xien's hand.

【I want to say, thank you for helping me, Xiang Xien】

"Don't get discovered at all costs."

Before Jia Siting finished speaking, he saw Hemin leave the classroom with a blushing face, and the door was also "slammed" shut.

"Discovered."

Xiang Xien added.

"So, using this method, how are you going to apologize?"

Xiang Xien glanced at Jia Siting and said.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you,"

Jia Siting looked confident,

"Don't worry, my father taught me a hundred methods, all of which are very effective..."

Then he gently pushed open the door, confirming that the little witch had already walked far away.

"Remember? Hogwarts has many doors; if you don't politely ask them to open, or poke the exact right spot, they won't open for you;

there are also some doors that aren't real doors at all, just solid walls that look like doors."

He walked to a spot and then said:

"Lard."

Before long, a door with burning flames suddenly appeared, then it disappeared, revealing a fireplace that was burning with flames.

The firelight of the fireplace reflected seven soft armchairs, and Jia Siting was standing in front of the chairs with a proud face.

A room within a room?

Xiang Xien looked at the suddenly appearing room, as if remembering something,

but time had already dampened the letter paper of memory, dissolving those handwriting familiar to Xiang Xien, leaving only blurred and mottled watermarks.