"Fifth grade...fifth grade..."
Ron was chattering there again. Harry and Hermione looked at each other, neither of them could think of a way to persuade him.
To be precise, there is no need to persuade - an announcement was just posted today. The originally planned college team competition has been changed. The mixed team will be reorganized and players will be selected based on the number of points scored in previous years and other data. If there are players with similar scores, they will be selected. Rotation system.
Harry was chosen of course, but a pure rookie like Ron couldn't even be chosen as a substitute. This caused Ron's mentality today to be really not very good.
However, today's course was also History of Magic, and Professor Binns never cared much about his students, so Ron's muttering could continue - until Harry couldn't help but fall asleep anyway.
'It's a good choice to let him vent... He can't stay up late looking at potions anymore... Phew...'
With this thought, Harry fell asleep directly and entered dreamland.
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"The Death Star is getting brighter..."
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Can you speak human language...Professor Trelawney...
William looked at the uninvited guest in front of him and complained crazily in his heart, but his face showed no trace of impatience.
The person in front of him was the only person he didn't want to mess with at Hogwarts - the other was Professor McGonagall.
There was no way around it. If it hadn't been for the professor's recommendation, he wouldn't have been able to do his current job. Therefore, he would never say anything bad about the divination class directly in class.
"There are preserves, chocolate frogs, candies, and biscuits here. Do you need anything? Professor Trelawney?"
"Just call me Sybil, Professor Li."
She sat down without looking at the things on the table, "My third eye is getting blurry..."
'Is Professor Snape putting too much pressure on you? '
William considered the thoughts of the professor in front of him, but he couldn't understand the matter of divination after all. From his point of view, a professor like Professor Snape who spent every day in the office and library studying divination would be afraid of being involved. Yeah, especially the one in front of me...
"Did something terrible happen?"
"Of course, of course..."
Professor Trelawney lengthened her tone and spoke to William in a very suspenseful voice, "I see no sign of Harry Potter's death..."
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Everyone has gone to Professor Snape's Divination class, where do you look...
Even if you insist on making it up, you still have to take classes...
"Have you seen him lately?"
"Yes...or rather, since the end of last semester, I can no longer see signs of his death..."
Professor Trelawney picked up the bottle she brought with her and took a sip. A strong smell of alcohol came out - there was no doubt that she was drinking again.
'Professor Snape, you are committing a heinous crime... Even if he is a professor of Divination, you can't just rob him. It hurts his self-esteem...'
William still has some respect for this talkative professor. She used to like to show off her presence, but she is definitely not so addicted to alcohol.
William spent a long time talking about a certain divination professor who did not want to be named, and then he reluctantly persuaded her to move, so that she was not as excited as before.
"You have to be careful, Professor Li..."
Professor Trelawney smiled at William as she walked out, "Although your signs of death are not as obvious as before, they are still extremely dangerous."
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If you hadn't helped me get out of prison early, you would have to go to the campus hospital now, would you believe it...
William looked helpless, "What else? Professor Sybil?"
"Mars is getting brighter..."
Trelawney took a sip of wine and left without looking back.
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"Woo!"
With something covering the back of his head, Harry tried to get up, but was held down harder.
Without thinking, he pointed his left hand over there, "There are many obstacles!"
"Ah! Poof..."
A half-scream of pain came out, and was then forcibly swallowed.
Harry then remembered that this was in class. Judging from where he was sitting, the wizard he hit next to him should be - Ron?
"Change back!"
A quiet and urgent voice came, and Harry heard what Ron said with pain.
Change back?
Only then did he feel that the position of his ears was not quite right - Damn it, Animagus?
So he transformed on his own in class without the help of a wand?
This is a good thing. Sirius has always asked him to complete it smoothly, but he doesn't have much time - and now he has succeeded?
But now is obviously not the time to think about this issue. If a classmate discovers it, confidentiality measures will be completely out of the question.
He hurriedly used his wand to transform back, then pushed Ron and whispered, "Okay."
The thing covering the back of his head was removed. Harry looked up and found that people from both colleges were staring at him. Even the professor was looking over here, wondering what was going on.
It had been a long time since anyone had dared to be so presumptuous in his class. Professor Binns' eyes widened - he thought he had given his students enough time and freedom to appreciate the charm of the history of magic, but in Fighting in class was just too much.
He tried to identify Ron, staring at his red hair.
"Fred Weasley! You go to confinement! Go to Professor William's place, for a month!!!"
Professor Binns' voice echoed throughout the classroom, "And that... that..."
He searched for a long time but couldn't find another redhead.
"He actually skipped class! George Weasley was also given a month's detention!"
By now, the students below finally figured it out - the co-author professor had confused them with seventh graders...
There is no other way. Who makes Professor Binns the only one in the whole school who dares to teach seven grades of courses by himself?
Although it's funny, at the current time, even Gryffindor, who has always been known for feeling that his house has too many points, dare not touch it, for fear that the murderous Professor Binns would not mind sending one more person to solitary confinement.
Professor William's confinement was no better than the reputation of the paper - no one planned to accompany Ron.
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"Ron, you're back..."
Harry looked at Ron anxiously. He could explain to Ron, but there was no way he could tell the truth to others in exchange for Ron being exempted from confinement.
This made him feel extremely guilty - he went to talk to Lupine immediately after class, but Lupine strictly ordered him not to tell anyone else about the Animagus. As for the rest, he would take care of it.
But Ron didn't look as frustrated as he thought, "Professor Binns didn't deduct our points - by the way, your furry ears?"
He was startled when he saw Harry's sudden appearance of wolf ears - if his solid self-defense skills hadn't told him that a werewolf couldn't transform during the day, he almost thought Harry had been accidentally bitten by Lupine...
He didn't have time to think about it, and directly held down Harry's head to prevent others from seeing him and preventing any rumors from spreading.
Of course, after Harry recovered his prototype, he apologized to Professor Binns, apologized to Professor McGonagall, and even reported to Professor William - but even so, he did not reveal the slightest bit about Harry. Something about two wolf ears.
He couldn't explain. Once he exposed Harry, he knew better than anyone what kind of treatment the werewolf would suffer, so he could only be a student who deliberately caused trouble in class.
Even when he returned to the lounge, he heard someone vaguely murmuring that he was so jealous that he did such a cruel thing to his good friend Harry - in those rumors, he had always been jealous. , until he was stunned by today's announcement and tried to make Harry look embarrassed in class...
But those were dispelled by curiosity and pride, and this feeling was also mixed with the unique joy of young people who emerged from guarding secrets.
"ear…"
Harry looked at Ron, then at the empty dormitory, stood in front of the door, and deftly transformed the door lock into a huge iron lump - most people's unlocking spells would not even have an effect.
"You have to keep it a secret for me, Ron. Sirius and Lupine said this is a spell used to save lives. I only learned it before school started."
Harry checked his work, nodded with satisfaction, then pulled out his wand, then pointed it at himself and cast a spell.
In Ron's disbelieving eyes, Harry transformed in a very short time, and then became a very domineering dog.
"This dog is so handsome!"
Ron admired sincerely, "Did you learn it from Sirius? I remember that Professor McGonagall can turn into a cat?"
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Harry looked at Ron, wanting to bark and a little bit - what do you call this dog?
"Don't move, let me touch you!"
Ron touched the dog's head without any explanation, stroked it twice quickly, and let out a satisfied sigh, leaving Harry to roll his eyes.
"Indeed, we should keep it a secret! Sirius could even escape from Azkaban with this!"
He reluctantly watched Harry transform back into his original shape, but he still couldn't help but want to touch him a few times...
"This month of confinement was worth it!"
Ron was full of pride, "It's really, really awesome!"
"Right..." He hesitated, but finally asked, "That is, Fred and George have been talking about whether Professor McGonagall will like eating fish very much when she turns into a cat... So, you..."
"I'm not averse to meat. I can even eat some raw meat..."
Although Wormtail could be used as an example, Harry still answered truthfully how he felt...
"Wow!" Ron exclaimed in a low voice, "And that, that's...that..."
Harry looked at Ron, his expression suspicious, and he followed his gaze.
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For some reason, he now thinks that one of Fred and George secretly drank the Polyjuice Potion and turned into Ron's appearance - anyway, he now kind of wants to start a duel...
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"Did you almost transform in class? Almost be discovered?"
"..." William looked at Lupine and was speechless. Although he knew that this was likely to happen, but thinking that Harry had actually learned Animagus like this, he felt that the student's talent was a bit too high. emotion.
'Or... it's because some of the special methods in Sirius's hands are too powerful...'
After all, the three of them suddenly became Animagus, and William didn't believe it if they said there was no secret.
However, he still decided to read the books carefully - although he had read the books very carefully, he still read them quickly, and he had covered most of the contents.
"So, I put more water in the confinement?"
"Yes, please, Professor William - Animagus before being exposed and after being exposed are completely different concepts."
"no problem,"
William nodded. The less people knew about the way to save his life, the better, so Ron's confinement was no longer possible, but because Professor Binns asked him to do so, he could make some fuss about the confinement content.
"Fudge committed something before his visit - luckily it didn't fall into the hands of Professor McGonagall, otherwise he would really be finished."
However, he was very loyal, and William decided to give Ron a little advice - whether he could succeed in his studies or not depends on his luck.
"By the way, what is Harry's Animagus transformation?"
"Wolf."
Lu Ping's face looked a little helpless and a little happy.
"Wolf? There are no wolves in the UK anymore... Next time we train him, we need to let him learn to wag his tail like a dog, otherwise it will be really difficult to disguise..."
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Lupine glanced at William who was talking to himself, and wanted to say something, but held back.
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"I heard Professor Lupine tell you about your situation. It's not your fault that something like that happened."
In William's office, Ron came to this confinement for the first time.
"But you still have to go through the process. After all, Professor Binns said he wants to confine you for a month, so it only takes a month."
Looking at Ron who was a little uneasy, William motioned for him to sit down, "Relax, I've done Percy's confinement, I've done Fred and George's confinement, I think I've done Ginny's as well, so just relax." , you are the only one left."
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Ron didn't want to say anything now - he seemed to understand why his three brothers kept talking about Professor William.
"Ginny has been in detention too?"
"Yes, or was it Adams? I don't remember. I have a lot of people in detention here, but not many are innocent."
William put down the snacks with a smile, "Let's talk about what you want to learn. Maybe we can take the opportunity to learn some magic or something. Anyway, we are here..."
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Can you explain this even after you've been here?
But Ron didn't dare to say anything - a professor who could eat his two brothers to death, he felt it was better not to challenge the professor's ability to torture people to death.
Fortunately, probably because he really didn't make a mistake, Ron felt that the professor across the table didn't have a harsh tone and was very patient.
"It's just...if I want to be like Harry..."
"Sorry, no, you're not good at that..."
William shook his head regretfully, "Whether it is Professor Lupin's comments, your monthly exam results, or the test in the first class, you are not that suitable. Harry has the talent for fighting, and you are just barely above Some of my peers…"
"It can't be said that you are not outstanding..." William considered his words, "but... you don't have that extraordinary talent."
"But -" Seeing Ron lowering his head in front of him, William still said what he had discovered, "You have a strong talent in a series of areas that are biased toward black magic, such as curses."
"But it's a pity that the entire Hogwarts will not teach such courses, and I will not teach black magic to students, especially underage students..." William paused, "But if you can convince the parents and get If you sign, I will teach you how to protect yourself from some dark magic... and a few fairly powerful curses."
He considered it carefully - the first time he met Ron, he was hit by his own curse. There was no doubt that a spell at that age was definitely a family curse.
Pure-blood families more or less have some foundation. As for whether to learn more or less, it depends on the family's own decision.