some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 254

Chapter 254

"She's an old liar!"

After the divination class, walking on the road, Qiu commented like this.

"I can't say that, I think she is still very good.

Like Heloise's prophecy, 'Beware of wizards with an L in their name', isn't it? ’ retorted Marietta.

"What do you think, William?"

"I don't know." William shrugged.

He never made too many comments in areas he didn't understand.

He is not a professional, and it is easy to be slapped in the face by others. He still understands this truth.

Generally speaking, everyone still holds polarized attitudes towards Professor Trelawney's level.

One part thinks she is very powerful; the other part thinks she is just running around with her mouth, an old liar.

There are still a small group of people waiting and watching. After all, she made a lot of predictions in the first class, and everyone is waiting to be fulfilled.

As for Heloise...

She was trembling, not only to be careful of wizards with the letter L, but also to prevent being kidnapped, imprisoned, abused...

"Will you come again next time?" Qiu asked.

"Forget it, I'm going to take arithmetic and divination class next class." William shook his head.

"This course is really as Professor McGonagall said, just read the book."

William is very curious now, what is the result of Professor McGonagall's divination class.

She must have not learned how to lie, otherwise she could get a certificate in this course with her eyes closed.

Everyone chatted as they walked down the hallway before being drawn to a group of second graders.

They were covered in mud and came chattering.

Neville's four roommates were even more struggling to carry him out of breath.

If it was night, this would be the unfolding scene of picking up corpses in a nightclub, and it would be the kind of plot full of big men.

Harry, who was hugging Neville's leg, saw Qiu next to William, and suddenly looked like he had a kidney deficiency, beckoning everyone to rest for a while.

"Hi, William!" Hermione said hello, breaking away from her two roommates and coming over. "Divination class is over?"

"It's over, what's going on with your face?" William couldn't help laughing.

Hermione's face was covered in mud. If she didn't know it, she thought she had just participated in Mr. Pei's Wilderness Survival.

"Mud? I didn't notice. We've just finished a herbal medicine class with Professor Sprout."

The girl raised her face, and William took out a tissue from his pocket and gently wiped her cheeks.

Then he stretched out his finger and flicked her forehead, then retracted his hand and said with a smile, "What's the matter with Neville?"

"Neville's earmuffs weren't on properly, and he heard the cry of the mandrake," Hermione explained.

The cry of the mandrake is deadly, but when it is young, it can only make the wizard unconscious for a few hours.

Clearly, Neville had been tricked.

Not far away, Harry held Neville's trouser leg with his left hand, and straightened his messy hair with his right hand, trying to maintain a good image in front of Qiu.

If it wasn't Neville who was lifting him, he would have thrown him directly on the ground.

After all, hugging Neville's leg and covered in mud, it doesn't look too handsome.

Autumn is slowly approaching...

Harry's heart was beating so fast that it was about to pop out of his chest. This was a scene he had dreamed about in his dream!

What, is it going to happen?

Harry couldn't help raising his face, looking at Qiu expectantly.

But Cho didn't look at Harry, his attention was on Neville.

Taking her wand, she poked Neville cautiously to see if he was still alive.

Harry suddenly envied Neville a little, wondering if he was pretending to pass out now, whether Cho would give him artificial respiration or something like that.

Seeing Harry raised his face and looked expectantly, such an obvious hint, Ron consciously wiped him with his muddy robe.

Harry shot Ron a hard look.

Ron was inexplicable and a little hurt. When he was whispering in bed last night, Harry didn't have this attitude!

Soon, the Gryffindor students continued to carry Neville to Madam Pomfrey.

William and the Ravenclaw students headed for the Transfiguration classroom.

The Transfiguration classroom was surrounded by students, and everyone stood in the corridor, no one went in.

This is unusual!

William and Qiu looked from the door, and Professor McGonagall was standing inside, talking to a very short, hunchbacked witch.

—Grselda Marchbane!

William recognized the witch immediately.

The two met at the award ceremony of the Merlin Medal, and Dumbledore helped him broaden his contacts.

After learning Animagus, she also wrote a congratulatory letter to William and asked for details.

Professor McGonagall was talking to her respectfully.Professor Marchban was a little deaf, and she was only a foot away from Meg, but she answered very loudly.

"A good trip, a good trip, child," she cried. "You're still so pretty."

There's nothing wrong with calling Professor McGonagall a child...

Professor Marchban was older than Dumbledore.

In fact, when Dumbledore took the NEWTs exam, it was Professor March who tested his Transfiguration and Charms.

And Dumbledore is now more than 100 years old, and it is normal for Professor March class to be 130 or [-] years old.

The maximum life span of wizards is much longer than that of muggles, even without items such as the Philosopher's Stone.

"By the way, what about Albus, why didn't you come to see me, did you avoid me on purpose!"

She looked around carefully, as if hoping that Dumbledore would suddenly appear from around a corner.

The March class admires Dumbledore!

The one I particularly appreciate.

She suddenly saw William at the door and waved enthusiastically.

Under the gaze of all the students, William walked in.

"Hello, Professor March, why are you here?" William said respectfully.

"Can't I come?" The old man smiled.

"On behalf of the Ministry of Magic, come to register my Animagus?" William asked.

"That's just part of it. I came to you today, and I have several responsibilities." Professor Marchban said.

"According to the Ministry of Magic's registration process..." Professor Marchbane waved his wand, and a scroll of parchment floated in mid-air.

"Are you 13 now?"

"Yes."

The quill quickly registered.

"Animagus you learned in school?"

"Yes, I was taught by Professor McGonagall in my second year."

"It's amazing!" March class praised, "You can learn Animagus at your age... what a genius!

I only said this evaluation to Albus back then. During the NEWT exam that year, I personally tested his Transfiguration and Charms.

He was a 17-year-old boy with a magic wand that I had never seen before, and I've been following him ever since. "

Although March class is much older than Dumbledore, it seems to be his "little sister", and Dumbledore must be mentioned in a few words.

Apparently, the principal's non-appearance was deliberately avoiding the overzealous old lady.

"Then, kid, can you cast it for me? I need to register your characteristics to make sure you haven't been cast by someone with the Blood Curse."

The Blood Curse is a vicious and complex black magic that, once cast on this magic, will eventually transform into an animal forever, and cannot return to human form.

"Recently, that mysterious circus has started to move quietly again?" Professor McGonagall said worriedly.

"Yeah, they can always get blood-cursed orcs to play, I doubt they..."

Professor Marchban stopped talking, obviously not wanting to talk more in front of William.

William was confused by what he heard. It seemed that his little gold medal agent was not very good, and he didn't get any information. He was going to go back and ask Nico.

Under the expectation of Professor March, William immediately turned into a sea eagle.

All the students gathered around the door and exclaimed.

There was applause from the crowd!

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(Please recommend tickets, everyone)

(End of this chapter)