Hermione asked incredulously, "Irina, where did you get the catnip?"
Irina stuck out her tongue, leaned toward Hermione's ear, and whispered, "When I was studying at home over the summer holidays, I heard about a deep transformation technique called Animagus, which can turn wizards into small animals. The Animagi we've registered... The Ministry of Magic in the UK includes Professor McGonagall, who can turn into a cat!"
Irina's breath brushed Hermione's earlobe, causing her face to blush slightly.
But after hearing Irina's words, Hermione seemed even more incredulous: "So you knew that the tabby cat was Professor McGonagall, and you still did this?!"
As a true bookworm, Hermione couldn't even begin to imagine what Irina was doing.
Irina chuckled softly: "Oh, who can resist a cute cat, Dean?"
Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Oh, Merlin's lace stockings!
Just when Hermione was about to say something else, she seemed to see something terrifying and immediately fell silent.
But Irina didn't notice at all. She continued, "If Professor McGonagall hadn't changed back so quickly, I would've prepared some cat treats and teaser sticks to tease the cat!"
Just as Irina was speaking enthusiastically, a hand landed on her shoulder.
This made Irina freeze and turn her head slowly.
"Oh? Could you please show Miss Lowell your cat treats and teaser sticks?" Professor McGonagall asked with a half-smile, her right hand clenched tightly to show her inner anger.
Irina looked at Hermione's helpless expression, and forced a smile. "Professor, do you believe me when I say you misunderstood?"
Professor McGonagall's eyes were sharp: "Do you think I believe you or not?"
Facing the look from Professor McGonagall that seemed like it could kill someone, Irina resisted the temptation to say, "I guess you believe whatever you want," and lowered her head.
Just as the classroom fell into a heavy silence, two boys burst in, hastily rescuing Irina.
With her head down, Irina watched Professor McGonagall, who turned and walked toward the classroom door out of the corner of her eye, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Harry and Ron!"
At that moment, Harry and Ron had arrived late and stood there, bracing themselves for Professor McGonagall's scolding.
"Maybe I should turn Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley into pocket watches, at least one of you would carry the time!" Professor McGonagall said seriously.
Harry argued, "Professor, we got lost."
Professor McGonagall replied nonchalantly, "Then it turns into a map. You don't need a map to find your seat, do you?"
After saying that, Professor McGonagall asked the two to return to their seats.
Irina carefully surveyed everyone and muttered under her breath, so quietly even she couldn't hear it, "We never use transformation spells to punish students..."
Just then, Professor McGonagall called, "Irina, stay after class!"
She didn't look back.
"I'm done!" Irina shouted, collapsing into Hermione's arms, causing Hermione's face to flush and falter.
…
At lunch, Irwin Foley leaned in and whispered, "Did you hear? The new Gryffindor student, Lowell, actually filled in the Animagus form for Professor McGonagall! Catnip! How envious... Wow, that's amazing!"
Lynn looked at him and said, "Are you a Hufflepuff? Since when do you like to eat melons so much?"
Although Lynn appeared calm on the outside, a storm was brewing in his heart.
Good boy, how dare you bring catnip to Professor McGonagall?! He really doesn't dare to do such things! How envious... Ugh, what nonsense!
But, is Irina also a time traveler?! Lynn thought suspiciously. He turned his head and looked at the silver-haired girl at the Gryffindor table, chatting and laughing with Hermione. Her delicate face and clear laughter caught the attention of the boys around her.
Lynn shook his head.
Forget it, don't think about it anymore. Even if the person named Irina Lowell is also a time traveler, she doesn't pose much of a threat now.
As for this school year, his biggest threat is Voldemort behind Quirrell's head!
Thinking this, Lynn unconsciously glanced at Quirrell at the teacher's desk.
This garlic-headed man was wrapped in a thick turban. The turban smelled like an old woman's sock.
Could this Quirrell be a double agent?! It's admirable that Voldemort can tolerate the stench!
Lynn grumbled mentally.
…
At 3:30 in the afternoon, it was the first flying lesson for the first-year students of Hogwarts.
Irina, Hermione, and the other first-year Gryffindor and Slytherin students hurriedly descended the stairs and arrived at the field outside the door to prepare for their first flying lesson.
At that moment, most of the young wizards had already arrived. Harry and Ron stood next to Irina and Hermione. The four of them had already met on the Hogwarts Express.
Mrs. Hooch, the flying instructor, arrived. She had short gray hair and yellow eyes like an eagle's.
"Alright, what are you waiting for?" she said brusquely. "Stand by a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up!"
Irina looked at the brooms at everyone's feet. These brooms were old and broken, with branches sticking out in random directions. She was afraid they would fall apart in midair.
"Stretch your right hand over the broomstick," Mrs. Hooch shouted from the front, "and say 'Up!'"
A group of young wizards yelled, "Up!"
Irina unintentionally shouted, "Pigeon!"
Hermione, standing beside her, looked puzzled. "What do pigeons have to do with this?"
Irina realized she had shouted wrong and quickly corrected herself. "Up!"
The English word for "levitate" is UP. Irina would never admit that she thought all "ups" were pigeons!
As everyone made the command, Harry's broom immediately leapt into his hand, while Hermione's broom simply rolled on the ground, and Neville's broom didn't move at all.
Though the broom at Irina's feet floated a bit, it quickly fell backward.
But Irina, not being a martial artist, actually kicked the broom at its base as it fell, making it spin in midair before she caught it in her hand.
Then Mrs. Hooch demonstrated how to mount a broomstick without falling off.
She walked around the group, correcting the hands of the young wizards.
Soon it was time for practice.
"Alright, as soon as I whistle, you lift your feet off the ground and push hard," Mrs. Hooch said. "Hold the broom firmly, rise a few meters, then lean slightly forward and fall vertically to the ground. Listen for my whistle! Three!"
But things didn't go as Mrs. Hooch had expected. Before the whistle sounded, Neville, who was extremely nervous, inadvertently kicked his broom and flew into the sky.
"Come back, child!" Mrs. Hooch shouted.
Neville shot upwards like a cork from a bottle.
His pale, terrified face looked down at the rapidly retreating ground. He gasped for air and slid off the side of the broomstick.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
Irina, who had anticipated the situation, quickly cast the levitation charm. Her spell landed precisely on Neville, slowing his fall dramatically.
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