"13 Methods of Soul Transfer? I remember Lovegood saying in The Quibbler that only wizards with weak Transfiguration would try to transfer souls."
Devero struggled to put a book almost as big as he was back on the shelf.
He brushed the stains off his hands.
Devero facepalmed.
"Devero, are you even a wizard?"
He was in Hogwarts' Restricted Section.
To be honest,
even after spending a year in this magical world,
Devero still wasn't used to solving everything with magic.
For example, he should've used the Levitation Charm just now.
"But I have to admit, if I'm going to beat up Malfoy, I'd rather do it with my own hands."
Devero turned his gaze to the shelves.
The Restricted Section was at the very back of the library.
Hardly any sunlight reached it.
The shelves were crammed with all kinds of ancient books.
Some of their spines didn't have a speck of dust on them.
Others were covered in yellow dust.
Maybe it was because their subjects differed.
They had all sorts of peculiar effects.
But most of the books' covers had yellowed.
Their edges were badly worn.
Several old wooden tables stood between the bookshelves.
Parchment, quills, and ink bottles were scattered across them.
As for what set this place apart from the regular sections,
Devero thought it wasn't all that different, really.
The main thing was that there was no one else here.
Of course,
the books here
were more lively.
Some books on the shelves occasionally rustled softly,
as if whispering.
Just like the wands and Flying Brooms Devero had heard talking before,
the books here spoke, too, in fits and starts.
Devero listened carefully.
Most of them seemed to be whispering, constantly calling for him to read them.
Devero's mouth twitched.
He didn't dare touch