Hogwarts founder returns to campus

No matter which student they are, if they ask Hogwarts which course is the most boring, they will inevitably mention one course—History of Magic.

The teacher who teaches the history of magic at Hogwarts is also the most special of all teachers, because he is a ghost named Cuthbert Binns.

When most of the students had fallen into a state of desertion or drowsiness, Bin Spence's boring tone was almost a vocal attack, and only a few of them were still taking notes persistently.

This group of students includes Cassandra and Justin. Apart from their own reasons, the alchemy pendant made by Salazar is also assigned a spirit-boosting charm, which can help them refresh their minds and prevent them from being Such a dull classroom distracted.

Salazar's quill was twirling in his hand, recalling the past with Binns in his mind.

A class passed quickly, and Binns closed "A History of Magic" directly, and then disappeared through the wall.This is one of the few privileges that ghosts can enjoy, and they can pass through walls and reach their destination without much effort.

"It's finally over!" Justin stretched his waist and let out a long yawn, "Professor Binns' course, I think even putting a TV here to play it can achieve the same effect."

Ernie said while twisting the cap of the ink bottle: "I heard that Professor Binns has been teaching the history of magic here."

"Speaking of this! Do you know?" Cassandra became interested when she heard this topic, "According to the story circulating in Hogwarts, Professor Binns stood up one day to go to class, but accidentally left his body in the into an armchair in front of the fire in the staff room, and he continued to work for Hogwarts as a ghost for thousands of years."

"Thousands of years?" Justin gasped, "Even an assembly line worker wouldn't work in one job for thousands of years! I seem to understand why Professor Binns' class is so boring! They have been doing the same thing for thousands of years , and I'd lose all enthusiasm."

Seeing that Salazar got up to leave, Ernie quickly asked, "Salazar, are you going to have lunch? Wait for us!"

Salazar shook his head and said, "I'm going to be late, I need to ask Mr. Binns for some advice."

"A boring class really needs a delicious lunch to boost your spirits!" Justin stood up and opened his mouth suddenly, "Wait? You said you have something to ask Professor Binns? I can't guarantee it for other grades , but you and Hermione must be the only ones in the first year who would do this!"

"Are you talking about Hermione Granger?" Ernie asked curiously.

"Yeah, she was in the same car as us on the train," Justin said.

"Is that so? I heard from Ron and the others that Hermione's reputation in Gryffindor is not good, and she doesn't have many friends. Many students at the same level don't like her, thinking that she is too preachy, and she always likes to go to Library run," Ernie went on.

"That's why they don't understand!" Cassandra closed "Sorcerer's Stone" with a "snap", "Hermione is just not used to Hogwarts, how could she have no friends! I am her friend !"

Cassandra just left the classroom, leaving Ernie and Justin staring at each other.Salazar did not participate in such discussions, and his current target was still Binns' lounge.

Going further past the Hufflepuff lounge, Salazar stopped in front of a huge portrait of a man, an old wizard leafing through a yellow and black book.

The person in the portrait is Binns, but Binns at the time of the portrait is not as old as he was, and he can still see the toughness.

This is Binns' lounge, which also needs to answer the correct questions to enter, which is a very common way in Hogwarts.

"At whose hands did Alexander die? In what way?" the man in the painting asked.

"Herbo, died of the basilisk venom." Salazar replied.

In the painting, Binns closes the book and hugs it to his chest. When leaving the seat, a dark hole gradually appears.

After walking a few steps along the hole, he walked through the passage to the lounge where Binns usually stayed, but this lounge has changed a lot now.

The temperature in the living room was much lower than outside, and you could even see icicles hanging on the walls, and a layer of frost formed on the walls, and every time Salazar exhaled, white mist would appear.

Dust is piled up here and there, and large spider webs can be seen in the corners of the surrounding walls.Pale white spider webs hung on the wall, densely packed into a thick layer, covering part of the cracks in the wall.

In fact, the entire living room is covered with such cracks, and the cold air seems to seep from these cracks.

The bookcase used to store Binns' collection of books was also destroyed. Countless sawdust was scattered on the ground, and the precious books protected by Binns' magic were scattered on the ground in such a mess.

"Do you have something to do?" Binns was floating on the bookcase, just standing there, like a doll, a doll without a soul who abides by the duty of teaching.

"Mr. Binns, long time no see." Salazar greeted with a smile.

"Is there anything you don't understand about today's class? About the rules set by the Werewolf Code of Conduct..." Binns seemed to be talking to himself, and began to repeat the content of his class.

If he had to describe Salazar's feelings, Binns at this moment gave him the feeling that he was a repeater, repeating the corresponding content day after day, which was boring.

When Binns announced the dismissal of get out of class thousands of years ago, the expressions of those students reluctantly leaving the History of Magic classroom can still be seen in his mind at this moment.

Salazar only felt that his nose suddenly felt a little sore. Obviously this is his most respected teacher, but now he has become like this.

Whether it was a thousand years ago or a thousand years later; whether it was his current identity or Binns who had become a ghost and continued to teach.

Salazar felt an unprecedented sense of strangeness at this moment.

Salazar restrained his emotions and said, "Mr. Binns, don't you remember me?"

Binns seemed to have not heard what he said, and continued to repeat the knowledge about the class just now.

Salazar thought about it, and said in a clear voice: "Mr. Binns, can you tell us about how Alexander III died of illness in [-] BC?"

"Sorry, I teach the history of magic, and I don't have an in-depth study of Muggle history." Binns continued in his current dry, chattering voice.

Based on the current situation, Salazar can only speculate that something happened to Binns before his death, resulting in the loss of a large part of his personality and memory, and he became what he is today.

"Ms. Binns has offended you!" He stretched out his right hand, and the flame brand on the back of his hand glowed an unprecedented dazzling red light, "Thinking backward (animus revertendi)!"

Accompanied by the red light, countless black air gushed out from Salazar's hand, completely covering Binns.

Accompanied by this black air, the surrounding scenes began to change.Binns' figure came in from the wall again and again, and passed through the wall again and again.

Animus revertendi is a retrograde spell, which is a more profound magic than the trace spell.

According to the magic power in the body of the caster wizard, the surrounding scenes can be continuously rewinded by using magic power, just like the rewind function of Muggles' DVD players.

As Justin said, Binns has been like a machine for thousands of years: he goes to class repeatedly, returns here after class, and stays until the next class and passes through the wall.

But with the exception of Binns, the ruins of the lounge haven't changed a bit.

At this time, the limitations brought about by the silently provided power were finally manifested. After about 500 years of retrogression, the back of Salazar's right hand was almost red, like a piece of soldering iron.

He came to the wall in a little dizziness, holding the wall with his right hand, the frost on the wall melted quickly, turned into drops of water and dripped to the ground, and piled up again into ice cones.

After resting for a while, looking at his right hand that had recovered again, Salazar sighed: "Sure enough, I still need a wand. This is really too troublesome!"