A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 658: People

When Harry returned to the lounge, the students were almost gone. He saw that Ron and Hermione were still there, so he walked over. Ron was staring at the box on his lap in a daze, with a shocked expression on his face. Just as Harry was about to speak, Hermione suddenly slammed the standing book on the table, making a loud noise.

"Ro-uh, what's the matter with you, Hermione?"

"It's terrible! This is the first time I experience this feeling, as if the whole person is out of control." Hermione said irritably, and Harry looked at Ron inexplicably, hoping to get some hints.

"Transfiguration..." Ron muttered, sounding unhappy.

"Well, that's it." Hermione said to Harry, but instead of explaining in detail, she took out her wand and pointed it at herself. principle, but..."

Harry stared at her, and for a few seconds he thought Hermione was joking with him, but his mouth opened slowly.

Hermione's face began to deform. It's not a particularly conspicuous change, but every detail has been modified a little bit, the lines on her face are softer, her eyebrows are smoother, and the tiny blemishes on her cheeks have disappeared...

In a word, during this period of time, what they have learned and what they have not learned in the transformation class is perfectly displayed.

Hermione bared her teeth at him, and Harry noticed that her slightly protruding front teeth had also shrunk a circle, and her whole face looked particularly pleasing to the eye, as if she was a different person.

"Wow." Harry said in admiration, "Your Transfiguration is getting better and better."

Hermione sighed. "That's the crux of the matter, I don't know how I did it."

Harry was a little dazed, until Ron muttered "Animagus." He suddenly realized.

"The effect is so obvious?" He said in surprise.

According to Sirius, learning the Animagus will greatly promote the transfiguration.

"It's not entirely the effect of Animagus, I already have the foundation." Hermione thought for a while and said seriously: "If you cast spells separately, such as the deformation of eyebrows, teeth, hair... They all do a good job, but putting them together would cause problems from time to time. But that's fixed now."

"Isn't that great? You've improved," said Harry.

"Not good, because a new problem has arisen." Hermione said tangledly: "I don't know how I did it, in fact, during the daytime training, I have some intuitions from time to time, it is egging me on to do something I'm not sure about."

"Sounds terrible." Harry said dryly. He seemed to have experienced this feeling in the morning, but he exaggerated it more than Hermione. He blew up a piece of the Forbidden Forest. "Then what are you going to do?"

He remembered Professor Bagshot's words, and he thought—even if Professor Bagshot wanted to teach Hermione, they probably wouldn't get along.

"Of course it's reading. I'm going to find out the book about Transfiguration I read before and study it again."

Hermione said, "That's right!" She looked at Harry resolutely, which was very similar to her expression when she gave out the reference answer countless times.

"Leave her alone, Harry, she's asking for trouble," said Ron.

"That's not true!" Hermione raised her eyebrows, stood up and stared at him condescendingly, "I've finished reading the Transfiguration textbooks for grades 1 to 4, and I can tell you that just now, I have learned a lot. New insights! Harry,

I suggest you do the same in the future. After finishing speaking, she picked up the book and strode away.

Harry looked at her, and said to himself with some confusion: "You said, Hermione has really mastered the principles of the magic she knows?" Is this the secret of her being able to control her magic power so easily?

He looked at Ron, and Ron lowered his head again, and the incredible expression returned to his face. Harry stared at the contents of the box on his lap, some kind of knitted fabric lying among the colored stuffing paper.

"I've wanted to ask for a long time, what is that?"

"Oh, nothing," said Ron flatly, but Harry bet he definitely wished he'd asked that question himself. "It was a present from Fred and George, and I was amazed that they remembered my birthday," he said.

Harry leaned over and found that the thing in the box was a pair of gloves, especially the fingertips seemed to be extra thick, wrapped with red wool several times, and looked like some kind of frog's flippers.

It fits the characters of Fred and George very well.

Harry imagined Ron hanging out in flipper gloves, and he brightened up. It wasn't until Ron took the glove out of the stuffing that Harry realized he was wrong.

This birthday present was even more exciting than he had imagined. The ten fingertips of the glove were exquisite little human heads. Ron put the glove on, stared at it himself for a few seconds, and then showed it blankly to Harry. Harry's eyes fell on the only one of the ten fingers that was unusual: at the left thumb, the hair on the little man's head was not red, but black.

"This is me?" Harry asked in surprise. He stared for a long time, but couldn't find any resemblance to himself, so he could only guess randomly based on the color.

"That's right," Ron moved his left thumb, and the little figure on the glove looked like he was dancing, shaking from side to side. "This is Ginny." He gestured with his right thumb again, and Harry could only see a trace of Ginny in the little man's long hair.

He looked at the other fingers again, and vaguely made out the shadows of members of the Weasley family.

Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Percy Harry was half moved and half jealous. He thought greedily, if only this was his own gift, but Fred and George The thought of putting him in it made him feel hot.

"Look at this! Fred and George added new features," said Ron, flexing his left thumb

—that is, the little figure representing Harry—suddenly screamed:

"Snape, Snape, Severus Snape, big greasy bat."

Harry was taken aback, and looked around guiltily. The voice was 80% or 90% similar to his own, and he thought it was him talking in a trance, but after being frightened, he realized that it was Fred and George who did it. Harry couldn't help laughing.

"How is it?" Ron looked at him with a smile, and seemed to be very satisfied with the effect.

"I think you should show Snape," said Harry calmly.

"Oh——" Ron pouted, determined not to pick up on this, "Look at Ginny—Fred and George didn't tell me what it was, let me come back and try it myself, but with their Character—" He flexed his right thumb.

A new voice appeared——

"I love broomsticks! I love Harry Potter!"

The excited voice that almost resembled Ginny echoed in the lounge.

Harry and Ron stared at each other. "Oh," Ron said softly, looking caught off guard. He cleared his throat, "Let's try Fred and George again, I guess it won't be a good word, which is in line with his raised eyebrows, and raised two middle fingers at Harry.

The little figure on the **** made a movement of taking off his hat, and the sound he made this time is the most like his own,

"Greetings from Fred (George) and wishing you a happy life." Harry could almost imagine the twins standing in front of him, smirking.

"Well, man? It's not me giving you the middle finger, I guess it's Fred and George's positioning of themselves." Ron said warily, but Harry admired, "Excellent. "

The next morning, while eating in the auditorium, Hermione's schoolbag became even more bloated, and she suddenly asked: "By the way, Harry—I haven't asked you yet, how is Professor Dumbledore's class, what's the matter?" Any new developments?"

"Meet a lot of friends he made at school," Harry muttered, pressing the mandrake blade under his tongue and sipping pumpkin porridge, which he was already proficient at.

At this time, the Creevey brothers passed by them, greeted them friendly, and then circled around to sit with their friends.

"For example, Elphias Dorge, who enrolled in the same year as Dumbledore - I personally think he is a fanatic admirer of the headmaster," Harry followed the Creevey brothers until they sat down, and then continued Said: "And Nick LeMay, Bathilda Bagshot, Adebe Waughlin—"

"Who's that, Adbe or something?" interrupted Ron, who was chewing carefully with his right tooth.

"Adebe Waughlin, an expert in magic theory." Hermione said quickly, "What else, Harry?"

Harry hesitated, "And Dumbledore's brother."

Ron choked, he quickly covered his mouth, and whispered after a long time: "The pig-headed bar owner?" He widened his eyes and pretended to be thinking hard, "Say more, Harry, I Very curious, do they look alike in school?"

Harry thought about it for a moment and nodded slightly.

"I think it looks like it."

"Think about it, a little sloppy guy who looks like Dumbledore." Ron said happily, looking at the teachers' table.

To be precise," Harry couldn't help explaining, "you can tell these two people apart at a glance, they have very different personalities, Aberforth-I mean Dumbledore's brother, he doesn't like reading very much , with a provocative look on his face. If it weren't for his brother Dumbledore, he would have been beaten a lot"

"But judging from our brief contact, their relationship doesn't seem to be very good." Hermione said softly.

"Yeah," said Harry, looking also at the long dining table, where Dumbledore was talking to Hagrid, and Professors Hemp and Bagshot nearby were listening. He changed the subject and said, "Hermione, I want to ask, have you ever tried to use your full magical power, for example, to blow up a forbidden forest?"

"Definitely a ruthless character, Dumbledore," Hagrid said in a low voice, buzzing, "I found out when I got up in the morning to inspect the Forbidden Forest. What kind of creature did it, even giants can't do it, it must be some dark wizard with evil intentions"

Felix and Grindelwald, who could hear clearly next to them, looked thoughtful.

"Hogwarts has upgraded a new defense system. If outsiders sneak in, they will definitely be discovered." Felix said softly.

"That's right," Dumbledore echoed, "Leave this matter to me," he glanced at Grindelwald, "it may be caused by a certain professor practicing magic in private, and I will warn him of."

"Oh, I thought—" Hagrid shook his head and said, "You should really see it. The scene is even scarier than what I said. The centaurs are worried. It's very close to their tribe." When he saw Felix, he froze for a moment, showing alert eyes.

"Not me," said Felix at once.

"Of course, how come..." Hagrid hesitated, but judging from his expression, he obviously didn't believe it all.

"Use your brains, Hagrid," Felix said meaningfully, "We've known each other for more than ten years."

Grindelwald unhurriedly opened a page of "Who Will Determine the Ancient Runes" magazine.

Hagrid froze for a moment, "Since you said that, I did remember something, well, it was actually mentioned to me when I visited Professor Kettleburn some time ago. He settled in Hogsmeade after retirement. , I will visit him occasionally to ask for advice or something, you know, classroom 7 is closed, Scamander..."

"I know."

Felix interrupted. Sylvanus Kettleburn was Hagrid's former Care of Fantastic Beasts professor.

"He took you to the Forbidden Forest a few times before..." Hagrid suddenly stopped, "Ahem, the years you stayed in school. Kettleburn thought you would go in the direction of magical beasts As for the development, it turns out that you are only interested in some knowledge, such as the skin of the manticore that can resist spells, and ask where there is a place to sell clothes made of this material."

"Just to satisfy curiosity," Felix said dryly.

"It sounds like Kettleburn took it seriously, and he moved the manticore to a more remote place immediately after that," said Hagrid gruffly, "It took a lot of effort. .”

"Everyone has unrealistic fantasies when they are young. At least I don't need them now."

"Yeah, I remember Kettleburn also said that his greatest wish for a while was to retire safely," Hagrid said with emotion, "Unfortunately, he only realized half of his wish." He muttered: "One arm and one leg are missing..."

Dumbledore asked kindly: "Is Sylva's legs still good? I sent him a whole set of enchanted wooden prosthetics when he retired, but it is said that he developed a habit of visiting dragon sanctuaries shortly thereafter. hobby."

Felix turned his head to the other side and asked the uncomfortable Slughorn (because he was sitting next to Grindelwald): "Professor Slughorn, I am going to plan a dinner party. Many potion masters have been invited. You are the undisputed leader~IndoMTL.com~Do you have any plans recently?"

Slughorn wiped his mouth with a velvet handkerchief reservedly.

"Oh, oh, I've been very busy recently, my child is not good," he said immediately, "Since you invited me, I will definitely spare time. Can I ask who you invited?"

"I think... Severus, Damocles, Dorothea one by one" "Dorothea Boham?

Slughorn asked in surprise, "Can you invite her?"

"Yeah, I think it can. There are also the president and some members of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association, some people from St. Mungo's Magical Medicine Association, and several Ministry of Magic officials..." Felix said slowly: " I'm considering whether to invite the Alchemy Association, but I don't think it's a big deal, and those potion masters abroad"

"Are you sure? I mean, you know all these people?" Slughorn said, his eyes round, horrified.

"Well, I'm actually not very familiar with it, but I have people I know in the local Ministry of Magic, and they can send invitations on my behalf. What's more, I have confidence in the results I have produced." Felix said lightly .

Slughorn was out of his mind for a while, and said dreamily: "I'm starting to be curious about your party.

Dumbledore, who was whispering to Hagrid, looked up, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, as if he had just hit a wonderful serve in ten pin bowls.

"I hate ancient runes." Grindelwald stared at the magazine in his hand, pouted and whispered.

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