, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "What agal professor or miss?"
"No way, how old is she this year?"
"..."
Harry pretended not to hear anything and looked at his Transfiguration textbook, only listening to the gossip of a few Slytherins in the back row.
——I really didn’t mean it, but do you know how embarrassing it is when you dream of a cat out of curiosity and find out that she is your teacher?
Beside him, he tilted his head and was about to say something when he pinched his sleeve under the table: "Shh... Professor, she's already here."
Looking at the empty desk, he curled his lips: "Are you going to tell me that Professor Agal cast an invisibility spell and stood here watching us?"
"...Okay," Harry lowered his head, trying to ignore the fact that the cat on the podium was looking over, "Stop talking, she is really here."
My brows were furrowed, not knowing what he meant. As a result, when a few students in the back row were chatting more and more happily, they heard a meow, and the cat squatting on the podium jumped down, and then immediately turned into A witch with a high bun, a serious face and a wand in her hand.
The classroom, which had been filled with gossip and whispered discussions, fell silent at that moment.
"...I heard my dad say that Agal's classroom is an Animagus." His eyes looked straight ahead, his voice sounded extremely shocked, but he kept it low, and his head was lowered like Harry's. " How did you know?!"
"...I guessed it." Harry tried hard to suppress his surprise, "What is an Animagus?"
"A skill - if you learn it, a wizard can turn into a certain animal. Only people with high attainments in transfiguration can learn it." Explain to him in a 'Are you really a w' tone, " But the law requires these people to register - but few people do it, after all, to some extent this is a means of saving lives."
"That's right." Harry nodded.
"I - am responsible for teaching you Transfiguration," Professor Agal's voice was very intimidating. "This is a complex magic that requires enough care and imagination. It can add convenience to your life. While practicing, It can also train you as a wizard to control magic and spells. I can assure everyone here that once you truly understand the essence of this course, the best among you will not even need any spells. , can accomplish anything.”
She waved her magic wand casually, and a chair next to her immediately turned into a bird. It was bright in color and had a sweet voice. It flew around the classroom amidst the exclamations of the students before landing at the end. On the ground, it returned to its original state.
Harry was shocked by this move - in fact, it was not until this moment that he had the feeling that 'magic is really amazing' - turning death into life and making it completely unrecognizable from its original appearance. Scientifically speaking, it was something that was absolutely impossible, something that Harry would never have imagined in his previous world.
Harry remembered that he usually used magic at home, and could do what he wanted to do without even using a wand. However, that was only to repair vases, make tableware move according to his wishes, or use water falling from the sky. Some people who are lying in bed wake up and have never done anything as complex and magical as this.
If those things all look like supernatural events, or non-scientific situations that cannot be described by science, then what the Transfiguration Professor showed you is undoubtedly real magic, just like the door to a fairy tale has opened, which is unbelievable. own eyes.
"I think I'm really starting to be interested in magic now." He said sideways.
"Otherwise, why are you here?" He said bluntly, "Are you just sitting around?"
On the podium, Agal finished talking about some common sense and precautions, and after telling them the transformation spell, he gave everyone a needle - unlike what he heard about the transformation classes in other colleges, Professor Agal actually asked them to use the needle at this time. Become matches instead of giving them matches to change needles.
"My request to other colleges is to turn matches into needles, but in this class, I hope you can reverse the content," the serious female professor said, "turn needles into matches."
…
Twenty minutes later, when he triumphantly conjured a match, Harry looked at his needle with a frown on his face, wondering what went wrong.
He was very good at spells. Before he finished reciting the spell, the wand and magic responded to his wishes, and the spell was cast smoothly. But now, the needle in Harry's hand was not clear because of the The reason he was wearing the necklace given by Erik was that whenever he chanted a spell to ask him to change his appearance, it always responded to him as metal and floated in front of him, scaring him to shut up quickly.
And what's worse is that maybe his scientific education is too ingrained. Every time he thinks about turning a needle into a match, he can't help but start thinking about how energy conservation explains transfiguration - and then of course, the needle doesn't move at all.
But as a successful person, I told him some experiences: "You can't always think about it being a needle, you have to think about it turning into a match... No, that's not the case! Wait, how do you look at your needle? Going up there to disintegrate?!"
Harry: .........I'd better take off the necklace.
However, this was of no use. Harry could only conjure a small stick until the end of get out of class, and the red point on the head of the match never appeared. However, he did not fall to the point of being laughed at by others, because all W's are also very hard at it. Slytherins are also said to be better at spells and potions, so except for the first change, the needle , no one got bonus points from Professor Agal.
And I heard that gryffindor is the most miserable - except for successfully giving the match a metallic texture and a sharp front end, no one can make the match change even a little bit. Even more pitiful was Neville, who almost cried in class because his uncle threatened him that if he couldn't get first place, he would suffer.
"But, if you can't do it, you can't do it! And - my God, it's only the first day!" I told Harry during lunch, "Parents should not let their children listen to such threats! It will make him afraid of learning!"
Harry nodded in agreement, but was very surprised to find that there seemed to be some trouble - for some reason, the Gryffindor girls in the same grade who were friendly and close to her last night were now sitting far away from her, talking and laughing with each other. , talking about the gossip he had heard, and exchanging his shortcomings in homework, but none of this had anything to do with them. Harry could hardly help but want to hear what was going on in their heads.
The girls from W are very friendly to each other, but Harry also discovered that they mainly talk about studies, and once they have a very happy chat with a girl from W, the girls from her same school will look at her with repulsion. Looking at her was like a reprimand, unpleasant enough even if it wasn't carefully hidden.
The strange thing is that besides girls, the boys in gryffindor also seem to have this tendency.
And what depresses Harry the most is that if he talks to someone, the situation will get deeper and deeper. After discovering this problem, he finally understood a little bit about how this situation happened.
…………
"idiot."
At 3:30 in the afternoon when the weather was sunny and there were no classes, Harry and I sat on the lawn behind the castle to have afternoon tea. He was responsible for providing exquisite tea sets and Mrs. Malfoy's handmade desserts. Harry was responsible for making sure that the extremely picky lunch could be done. Eat some dinner food, um, for example, beef stew in red wine, crispy cream clam soup, and special beef pie.
These things were all made by Zhang Qiu in two hours under the watchful eyes of a dozen strange-looking elves after Zhang Qiu quietly told him where the kitchen was when he heard that he was being taken to have afternoon tea. The kitchen of Hogwarts actually has everything, but if you want to eat delicious food, if you don't go to the kitchen to try your luck, you have to go to the kitchen to roll up your sleeves.
Harry felt really bad about being given a big bag of delicious snacks every time. Since he couldn't make such delicious snacks, he rolled up his sleeves and made some food in return - the people who ate it anyway. Yes, to a certain extent, it is thanks to his mother who is an excellent craftsman.
After listening to Harry complain about the strange situation, he laughed and commented in one word: stupid.
"Always stupid." He actually added this sentence.
Harry was sitting on the picnic cloth, with a "Complete of Practical Emergency Rescue Spells" spread out on his knees. After hearing this, he couldn't help but twitching his lips and picking up a macaron from the plate, "What does that mean? When can you answer my question properly? Can we not use those adjectives as answers?"
"I'm just telling the truth." He raised his eyebrows, but his comments were very to-the-point, "I've heard about her great achievements - rushing to answer everything, being the first in everything, who does she think she is? She's just a moron. A witch born in a melon! I heard that she is quite nosy, so who would like her?"
"...For a girl, aren't your words too much?" Harry had to look at him accusingly, "And that's right - if you know the answer, why not answer it? If you can be the first, why not do it? As for being nosy, I heard it’s just some suggestions, and weren’t we both the first to complete the spell?”
Look at him like an idiot: "Who are you, who am I - how can she compare with us?"
"I don't think there's anything great about the two of us." Harry said helplessly, "And do you really think reputation can determine ability?"
It just doesn’t make sense genetically! Harry had heard that smart couples gave birth to very smart children, but he had never heard that fame could change a person's IQ. If this could really be achieved, Harry thought maybe he could let Sean go out and do more saving work. Mission in the world, earn some fame, make him smarter - at least he won't always sing in the bathroom when he's in a bad mood.
——This will at least save you more than one beating.
"Oh, that's not what I meant, Harry," he raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms, and said slowly, "My mother also said that reputation sometimes does not determine ability, but ability can determine reputation - but Harry, most of the time People who are not as talented as us can always find excuses why they are not as good as us——"
He didn't finish speaking slowly, but Harry understood it in a second, and then trembled.
——Reputation is sometimes also a factor that determines how much a person's abilities can be.
As a person who has been unable to control the thoughts of others for a while, Harry could understand what it meant without even thinking————
When he successfully completed the professor's request or answered a question, some people must have felt uncomfortable, but they would soon be convinced, because he is 'harry·r', and he comes from the most prominent pure-blood wizard family. , their success can easily be taken for granted or convincing.
And? He comes from a non-wizard family, but he strives to do his best in everything. Harry clearly knows that he is a person with a strong sense of collective honor, and he also likes to help others. However, this advantage suddenly turned into a disadvantage at this time.
She is like 'someone else's child'. She uses her studiousness, hard work and excellence to reflect the ignorance and incompetence of others, and exposes their excuses of 'I'm not XX, so I should do what I can't do'. He used suggestions to directly tear away their psychological comfort, which was embarrassing and impossible to argue with.
"But..." Harry said with an ugly face, "Wanting to learn, learn well, and want to help others are not wrong..."
"You are so naive, Harry," he shook his head pretending to be mature, "Anyway, she is so stupid that she doesn't know how to restrain herself. How do you expect those idiots in Gryffindor to be considerate?"
"But……"
"Okay, this has nothing to do with you," he insisted to end the topic and handed over a donut, "Try this, my mother tried a new product and sent it to me as soon as it was ready!"
Harry had no choice but to shut up and take the donut - it was indeed delicious. When he took a bite, the chocolate shell melted immediately. When chewing in his mouth, the mint lemon flavored cream and soft but soft filling inside were revealed. The chewy bread makes the perfect accompaniment.
"Your mother's craftsmanship is really great!" Harry admired sincerely.
"Of course! My father often said that when they were in school, no one could refuse my mother's craftsmanship, so she would do anything... Dogs can't eat chocolate!" He was saying proudly when he saw a big dog's head coming over. Wanting to take a donut away, he quickly pushed it away and scolded angrily: "I didn't even see you in the morning - if you keep running around and I can't find you, I'll starve you for a few meals." I know how powerful it is!”
The big dog ignored him at all, but instead nuzzled Harry who was sitting opposite him affectionately, and cupped his hand with the dog's head, making the black-haired boy laugh. He was so angry that he decided to tie it up before leaving the dormitory next time.
"Did you take Potions class today?" Harry suddenly remembered a question, and asked with interest, "How was it? Is there anything fun?"
"Does it count if I turned myself into a toad covered in pustules?" He described the tragedy that happened to Neville in an understatement.
"...!" Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Okay, okay, sage Harry," shrugged, "-it's nothing fun. I'm used to taking Professor Snape's classes. You know, he is my godfather."
——As if this is something to be proud of. Harry thought to himself.
He can guarantee that having Snape as their godfather is not something to be envied by most Hogwarts students.
"But he does seem to hate you." I felt that I had to ask Harry a few words, "What did you do?"
"Why don't you ask me what he did!" Harry was very angry when he said this. The big dog seemed to feel his anger and started barking along with it, "He keeps calling me R, and he's illegally doing it early in the morning. He broke into my house and treated my family and friends terribly..."
"He treats everyone like that." He almost rolled his eyes to the sky, "That's why he is rarely responsible for guiding new students - you are the famous exception, Harry."
"Thank you, I'd rather not have this exception -" Harry took out his notebook, "In order to get a good potion score, I have almost finished previewing the entire book. I hope Snape won't really target me... By the way, I will return tomorrow. I want a Defense Against the Dark Arts course. What is the name of the professor of that course? He doesn’t seem to have attended the opening ceremony?”
"It is said that he was invited temporarily... By the way, I am not a search book," he said lazily, "just look at the class schedule."
Harry had no choice but to take out his timetable, and the big black dog followed him and put his head close to it. As a result, he jumped up with a squealing sound, and then started running wildly, which made Harry feel strange.
"...What happened to it?" Harry stared at its retreating back, puzzled, "?"
"I told you, don't ask me, how do I know what a dog is thinking! It's always incomprehensible." He said disgustedly, "Every time you send me a letter, he will grab it and go crazy for a while, as if he can read. of……"
Suddenly his voice stopped and his eyes slowly widened.
Harry was stunned when he heard the word literacy, and his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but turn his head and look at each other, and managed to see the same emotion as his in the other person's eyes.
A literate animal... an animal like a human... or rather, an animal transformed from a human?
"...Are there many Animagus in the wizarding world?"
"...How do I know?! There is no compulsory registration procedure for this thing!"
"Maybe we thought wrong - how could it be such a coincidence?"
"...You know, Harry, your smile is so forced and ugly. What did that dog see just now? What are you looking at?"
"The class schedule - I was just looking at this. I have two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes tomorrow afternoon, and the professor is Remus Lupin." Harry threw his class schedule on the tablecloth, feeling that he and I must be overthinking, "We It must be because I was scared by Professor Agal this morning that I thought too much about it."
"...Let's go to the library." There were some things in his mind, especially the incident last night. The more he thought about it, the paler his face became. He jumped up, picked up Harry and left, "Let's go now!"
"Huh? Why are you going to the library?"
"It's not that hard to find the anti-Animagus curse! Anyway, it's just a curse on a dog. If I make a mistake, I'll give it a few more meals of meat afterwards!"
"…………"
Actually, I have a simpler way - just think about it. Harry thought.
——But first, they have to find the dog.
