"Okay, now that we know that Animagus refers to a wizard or witch who can transform into some kind of animal while retaining magic spells--"
At the end of the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall was flipping through the brief essay on Animagus submitted by the students. She pursed her lips tighter and tighter, looking at the erroneous words on the paper. , as a professor who has been deeply involved in Hogwarts for most of his life, I can't help but sigh in my heart that in recent years, the average grades of young wizards have dropped sharply.
"So who can tell me why the Ministry of Magic has such a tight control on this convenient and magical spell?"
Uh-huh!
Including Professor McGonagall, the little wizards in the classroom had been trained by Hermione to have instinctive reactions. They all looked at the little witch sitting in the front row of the professor with her head lowered. When they discovered that Hermione When Min could not reach the chandelier hanging from the ceiling as expected, everyone's eyebrows unconsciously lifted up half an inch.
"What's going on, her?"
Ron, who deliberately chose a seat far away from Hermione, turned his head to the professor's dangling head in the front row and asked in a lowered voice, a little uneasily.
Isn't this obvious?
Harry pursed his lips like Professor McGonagall and said nothing.
Before going to bed last night, Hermione and Ron had a big fight in the common room because of Scabbers's inexplicable disappearance. Although the two of them broke up after everyone's persuasion, before leaving, Harry saw Hermione's face. The hanging teardrops fell one by one like broken pearls.
At this time, Harry felt Neville tap his back lightly. There was no need to turn around and ask more questions. The experienced Harry secretly withdrew his right hand that was placed on the desk, and pretended to scratch the creaking hole. Neville took a piece of paper in his hand.
'She stayed up crying all night!'
The short text on the note was very clear. It was not written by Neville, but by Hermione's roommate Parvati Patil. Harry only glanced at it, and his mood suddenly became much heavier.
'We should go talk to Hermione after class. '
Harry picked up the quill, quickly wrote down this sentence, and then handed it to Ron, who obviously couldn't wait, but pretended not to care. Ron was indeed shaken after seeing the message written by Patil and Harry. For a moment, but thinking of Banban who died tragically, Ron's heart became hard again.
'Never, not unless she apologizes first! '
"Oh, what's going on?"
Professor McGonagall frowned and walked off the stage, looked at the students and said,
"You haven't shown such a tacit understanding of praise in my class?"
Malfoy, who was sitting at the far end, was also a little confused by Hermione's performance. He subconsciously glanced at Harry's position, but Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting next to him, raised his hand unexpectedly.
"Miss Parkinson?"
Professor McGonagall called out her name in surprise, "Okay, it's up to you to answer this question."
"The conditions required to become an Animagus are very demanding. The entire process is measured in months. Even if you make a mistake in one step, you have to start over again. Such repetitions may take several years, so it is very easy for wizards to go crazy. Because Therefore, the Ministry of Magic strictly controls this spell!"
Parkinson spoke the answer in a high-pitched voice.
Her answer was very standard, even Professor McGonagall couldn't find any mistakes. Just when she was about to add five points to Slytherin House, Parkinson, who stood up, suddenly pointed to Hermione's position with a scornful smile on his face. Said loudly,
"Professor McGonagall, I found Hermione Granger sleeping in your class!"
Hermione, whose mind was filled with the lessons to be taught today, the tragic death of Scabbers, and the determined Ron, was stunned when she suddenly heard someone calling her name. In an instant, she woke up, and instinctively drove her away with a swish. He stood up from his chair and stared at the frowning Professor McGonagall with his red and swollen eyes.
"Sorry, Professor, I didn't hear your question clearly!"
The class was quiet for a moment, and then the sound of tables and chairs shaking and fierce jeers erupted from the Slytherin side.
"No need to worry, Miss Granger,"
Professor McGonagall glared at Parkinson who was banging the table unhappily, walked quickly to Hermione and held her arm, looked down at Hermione's goldfish-like eyeballs, and said worriedly,
"It seems that you are severely lacking in rest, Miss Granger?"
Hermione, who was feeling ashamed because of the ridicule, shuddered when she heard Professor McGonagall's worried inquiry. Her red and swollen eyes widened, her tone was full of pleading,
"No, Professor, I-I just had a nightmare last night, Professor, so..."
"All right,"
It was impossible for Professor McGonagall to not hear such an obvious excuse. However, seeing the pleading and determination in Hermione's eyes, Professor McGonagall, who was already planning to take back the time turner, softened her heart. After hesitating for a moment, she said firmly,
"I think you need to go to Madam Pomfrey now. She has some methods that can help you recover. Miss Granger, there is nothing in this class. You can go now."
Squeak!
After the heavy door slammed, the ridicule and uneasy chatter in the Transfiguration Classroom disappeared instantly.
There are still a few minutes left before the last class of the morning ends. There is not a single professor or student coming and going on these densely packed classroom floors. Hermione is holding on to the handrail of the stairs, dragging seven or eight tomes, one step at a time. A single footprint, staggering downstairs to the school hospital.
Crookshanks couldn't have killed Scabbers...Ron and Harry...poor Crookshanks...
The embarrassment in Transfiguration class quickly faded from Hermione's heart. She thought sadly about what happened last night, Ron's heartless words, and thought that although Ron's anger was relieved, she also thought it was a crime. Rookshan kills Spotted Harry.
Wow!
The strap of the schoolbag was finally overwhelmed, and the magic books, each two inches thick, fell to the floor. Hermione hurriedly squatted down and packed the books into the bag one by one. There was a book at the bottom of a few steps. Hermione held the open schoolbag and hurriedly reached out to grab it, but the weight of the schoolbag caused her body to suddenly lose balance!
Boom!
After a short panicked scream, Hermione rolled down seven or eight steps in a row, hit her forehead on the opposite wall, glanced at her, and simply passed out...
In the office on the third floor, Amosta, who had a solemn face, saw this scene, strode to the door, and slammed the door.
Standing at the corner of the fifth and fourth floors, Amosta looked down at the little witch who didn't know whether she had fainted or fallen asleep. As his right foot flew into the air, understanding suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he looked around at the sky. In the deserted corridor, after a moment of silence, the figure gradually became the same color as the wall.
A few seconds after a hidden cursed light penetrated the little witch's body, Hermione, who fell to the ground, suddenly let out a cry. She struggled to support her body with her arms, her red eyes filled with confusion.
"Oh, how long did I sleep!"
Hermione was so confused that she didn't even notice that the swelling that should have appeared on her head had disappeared, and she completely forgot about Professor McGonagall's instructions. After a while, she hurriedly checked the time, and under Amosta's gaze, She hurriedly pulled out the delicate and shiny hourglass tied to a thin gold chain from her collar, looked around guiltily, turned the hourglass upside down, and then disappeared from Amosta's sight with a pop. inside.
"really--"
Amosta reappeared. He stared at the place where Hermione disappeared and shook his head and smiled.
"I've been worrying...I didn't expect it to be yours, Miss Granger..."
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