Chapter 22 The Disappeared Book, I Am No Longer a Big Shot

Every Thursday night, the Eagle House and the Serpent House have a weekly History of Magic class.

But Gret is going to ask for his first leave at Hogwarts.

Professor Binns never calls the roll, or for Professor Binns, who has become accustomed to attending classes, it doesn't make much difference to him whether there are students attending the class or not.

Gret even suspects that as long as there is a class schedule, even if the classroom is empty, Professor Binns will teach the class he planned to the air step by step.

Gret's arrival even surprised Professor Binns, after all, even before he became a ghost, he had never seen any little wizard ask him for leave.

Compared with other courses in Hogwarts, the difficulty of History of Magic is really too low.

It is so low that even if you never attend class, as long as you remember to cram one night before the exam, you will not get a failing evaluation.

Therefore, Professor Binns has long been accustomed to the absence of little wizards.

Many years ago, the Hogwarts Board of Directors held a meeting.

The content of the meeting was to have all the directors vote on whether to cancel the History of Magic course at Hogwarts.

Of course, this meeting was canceled at Dumbledore's insistence.

Dumbledore said that the History of Magic course is necessary. Although it is lengthy and boring, its role is irreplaceable.

Learning the History of Magic is to broaden the horizons of young wizards and prevent their thinking from being narrow due to the limitations of life experience.

If a person does not know how to learn from history, then one day in the future, life will teach him with a beating.

What's more, Professor Binns is already a ghost and does not need Hogwarts to pay extra salary.

Gret has reason to suspect that if it was not mentioned at the end that Professor Binns does not need salary,

then these directors who have been hypnotized by the History of Magic at Hogwarts will definitely insist on voting and cancel the History of Magic course.

Since the beginning of the school year, Gret's performance in the History of Magic class has already conquered Professor Binns, so naturally, Gret's request for leave is approved.

She even told Gretl that he could leave the History of Magic class at any time if necessary.

Terry, who knew about this later, complained angrily that good students were treated differently and could be invited whenever they wanted. Unlike him, he had to secretly skip classes to watch Quidditch.

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"Mrs. Pince, these are the books I borrowed before, and I'm here to return them."

Behind Gretl, there were books piled up that were almost higher than him, and he lowered his head and accepted Mrs. Pince's inspection.

Even though this process had been done dozens of times, Mrs. Pince still checked every book meticulously.

After the inspection, she took the books back with a smile.

"Mr. Gretl, I remember you have a class tonight. You shouldn't be in the library at this time, right?"

Mrs. Pince thought Gretl had skipped class and asked with a playful look.

Under Mrs. Pince's teasing eyes, Grete hurriedly explained, "It's History of Magic tonight. I didn't skip class. I've asked Professor Binns for leave."

"In that case, then okay," Mrs. Pince naturally returned to her original coldness after hearing Grete's explanation.

At Hogwarts, any student who has not skipped History of Magic dare not say that his school life is perfect after graduation.

She thought that the diligent and studious Grete had finally learned bad things.

"So, Mr. Grete, how many books are you going to borrow today? Do you need me to help you find them?"

Don't look at Mrs. Pince's kind face now, as if everything is easy to say.

That was Grete's one month of soft and hard begging.

You know, the books in the Hogwarts library are never borrowed. As long as there is no professor's approval, don't even think about taking a piece of paper out of the library.

Mrs. Pince relied on her strictness to secure the position of librarian.

At the beginning, Gret was the same. He could read in the library, but he couldn't take it out.

He had just started his research and needed a lot of books. It was not realistic to go to the professor every day to get a note.

So he learned to play hide-and-seek, using Transfiguration to turn himself into a chair, a table, or even a book. After the library closed, he would wait for the magic to disappear and then change back.

During that time, every night when it was quiet, Gret was like a thief, stealing knowledge in the library silently.

Until one day, Mrs. Pince had to go to the library to pick up something she had left behind.

She saw the lights in the library and Gret sitting under the lights, writing furiously.

…

Anyway, afterward, Gret got permission from Mrs. Pince. If he needed any books, she could make an exception and allow him to take them out of the library.

But when returning the books, he had to ensure that the books were not dirty, damaged or lost.

In short, he had to return them in the same condition as he borrowed them.

This agreement lasted until Gret graduated, or until he violated the contract.

Apart from the two of them, no one knew how Gretel got the approval of Madam Pince.

So whenever someone saw Gretel leaving the library with a thick pile of books behind her, their eyes were always filled with envy.

But apart from envy, they had no other choice. After all, Madam Pince was the only true god of the library.

As long as there was no professor's approval, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't take a book away from here.

"No, I'll just take a look."

Grete walked into the library quickly and went straight to the ancient literature bookshelf.

——

The ancient literature bookshelf was only this big, but after searching from beginning to end for many times, he did not see the books recommended by Voldemort.

According to Madam Pince's habit, she would not mix different types of books together.

"???"

Grete was confused. He felt that Voldemort had kept him in suspense.

Just like a fisherman must first use bait to make a nest before fishing, and then wait for the fish to bite.

But he was just like a stupid big crucian carp, and he fell for it.

Standing in front of the bookshelf, Grete crossed his arms and thought about the pros and cons of asking Voldemort for advice.

Or, were those books put in the restricted area?

Grete's eyes secretly glanced at the warning spell in the corner.

That is to prevent someone from reading the restricted books without permission.

For underage wizards, it is both a warning and a protection.

The books in the restricted area are either too powerful or involve some black magic.

If there is no warning, and the young wizard is allowed to read it, it is estimated that in a few years, Hogwarts will no longer be called the safest magic school.

It's not that Gretel doesn't want to apply for the professor's approval, but no one is willing to approve it for him.

No matter how talented he is, in the eyes of various professors, he is only eleven years old, not to mention that under Dumbledore's suggestion, everyone is afraid that he will grow up crooked.

Of course, Gretel believes that if he asks Quirrell for help, Voldemort will definitely not be stingy with an approval note.

But this is tantamount to sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth. There is no time to hide, so how can he deliver it to the door.

Besides, at present, Voldemort has no reason to harm him. Even if he wants to harm him, at least he has to wait until he swallows the bait.

The current situation is that Voldemort will definitely not do such a stupid thing without seeing the bait for the nest.

So he plans to ask Mrs. Pince. As the only true god of the library, Mrs. Pince remembers all the books that have been borrowed.

Gretel needs to verify whether someone has taken the approval note and borrowed these books in advance.

If it has been borrowed, he can rush to the History of Magic classroom now to ensure full attendance.

Mini-theater

Gretel: Professor Tom Riddle, damn it, your bait has been stolen.

Voldemort:?

Gretel: I can't find the book you used to hook me up.

Voldemort: Impossible, the books I recommended are specially selected. Outside the restricted area, no one will touch them except those of us who study configurations.

Gretel: I don't care. If the bait is not enough, who would be willing to chew your bait? That's it. I won't be a big crucian carp anymore. See you later. If you don't go back, Dumbledore will come to find you.