Hogwarts: Capturing Nagini at the Beginning

Chapter 18 Playing tricks on Little Pepper

"You know! Before school started, I read the first-grade textbook no less than three times. I also tried a few very simple spells in the attic of my house. My original intention was just to practice, but I didn't expect , they were all successfully cast. Harry, from now on, we can go to the library together and exchange magic knowledge!"

Robin tore off a large piece of toast: Well, woman, I'm afraid you don't know that Harry's study enthusiasm is not much higher than Ron's, and he still communicates? Still visiting the library?

Sure enough, Harry hesitated, winked quietly, and asked his two roommates who were watching the theater for help.

Luo Binji gulped down the toast, picked up the textbook on the table, stood up and said, "Please give in, I don't want to be late for class the first time."

"Yes, you can't be late, Ron, let's go!"

"Oh, okay, okay!"

Ron held the drumstick in one hand and the book in the other. He stood up and was about to leave!

Hermione noticed that the three people were unwilling to talk to her, and reached out to stop the person who was leading the conversation, "Do you know Bathilda Bagshot? Do you know what an animagus is? Have you read Newt Scamander? "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them"? Have you ever tried making a potion on your own?"

She was anxious, she was anxious, she started to show off her skills to gain a sense of presence!

"Miss Granger, I have no obligation to answer your question, but I want to remind you that it is a serious violation for freshmen to prepare potions without the guidance and permission of the professor."

Seeing that the little girl's face was red with anger, Robin felt very happy and said: "Harry, Ron, let's go!"

"Stop, what's your name?"

Last night, Hermione was sorted into her favorite house. She was so excited and happy that she didn't hear what Professor McGonagall was shouting behind her!
  Luo Bin raised his eyebrows and pretended to be shocked and said, "Ah! You don't know my name? Didn't you nickname me 'Bad Guy'?"

"It's you, the bad guy who made up lies to deceive Neville!" Hermione said in surprise.

"Making up lies? Could it be that the toad that the half-giant Hagrid caught last night was not Neville's?"

"It's mine. Look, there's a red spot on the right corner of its mouth. Uncle Algie said he bought this toad because of the red spot!"

Neville held the toad and looked at Robin with gratitude and admiration.

"You guys hum!"

Hermione puffed up her cheeks in anger, and stormed out of the auditorium like a mother duck whose young was being bullied.

"She seems angry!"

Harry said after adjusting his glasses frame.

Hermione Granger, one of the three little ones in the original book, is smart, studious, diligent, stubborn, and brave. When she was in the fourth grade, her front teeth were shot by Malfoy and their teeth grew wildly. The school nurse, Ms. Pomfrey, tried to help her remove them.

Since then, the Gryffindor know-it-all has completely transformed into the goddess of academic dominance.

Hermione is good in every aspect, but she loves to show off her knowledge, express herself, and control others too much. She is like a small pepper, too spicy.

Robin was teasing Hermione. Firstly, he wanted to kill the opponent's energy and let her know that he was not easy to bully. Secondly, he wanted to poke the pepper stick and watch it shake the branches and leaves, but it didn't release any harm. It was really too... Damn, it feels so good!

"Harry, you must have a pleaser personality. Between making others angry or making myself feel wronged, I will decisively choose the former."

"That's right, looking at the way she looks at people with her nostrils, I think the Sorting Hat must be on a mission, and she should be sorted into Slytherin, which specializes in dark wizards." Ron agreed.

"Stop discussing this, let's go, I don't want to be late!"

As soon as Luo Bin spoke, several people hugged their textbooks tightly and walked upstairs.

According to the class schedule, there will be two consecutive History of Magic classes on Monday morning. The teacher, Professor Binns, is very unique in his lectures. He lowers his head and speaks in a voice like a jammed old machine, reading word by word, word by sentence, sentence by sentence. The content makes people sleepy after reading it.

Of course, there are indeed people who are bold enough to sleep on their desks in the first class of school, such as Ron!

Harry tried to wake him up, but after Ron woke up for less than 10 seconds, he fell asleep on the table again. After repeating this for seven or eight times, Ron fell down instead of waking him up!

However, there are still some interesting things in the History of Magic class, such as the way Professor Binns appears.

When it entered the classroom, it didn't go through the main entrance, but through the blackboard hanging on the wall.

Although he was prepared in his heart, Luo Bin was still startled when a gray head like a Hericium mushroom popped out of the blackboard like a midnight bell.

The girl sitting in the front row, wearing round pearl glasses, was so frightened by Professor Binns that she sobbed for several minutes.

After the History of Magic course, the students rushed towards the auditorium on the first floor. Robin took a cursory glance and saw that about two-thirds of the students had their eyes squinted, their mouths wide open, and they were yawning.

Tsk, young man, he is not energetic at all. Professor Binns is too soft-hearted. If it were Professor McGonagall, he would definitely let everyone stand in the last row to listen to the lecture.

In the afternoon, in the Transfiguration class!
  Da da! Da da!
  Before the lecture officially began, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly and paced around the desk aisle with a serious expression.

The clatter of footsteps was like a drum, which made the students' hearts tremble.

She walked up to the desk and glanced at everyone in the audience with her sharp eyes, "Among the courses arranged for first-year freshmen at Hogwarts, the most dangerous and complex one is Transfiguration. If, some of you, If you want to make some small moves and disrupt the order of the class, I will not only deduct points from the college to which he or she belongs, but also kick him or her out and never allow him or her to come in to my class!"

"In my class, you must follow my rules. I warned you!"

Professor McGonagall stared at the students' expressions one by one. Finally, he took out his wand and turned the desk into a pink pig.

Hum! Hum!
  The little pig hummed and ran around in the classroom. The serious and silent atmosphere was instantly broken. Everyone looked at the little pink pig running back to the podium with surprised, confused and excited eyes. .

Professor McGonagall seemed very satisfied with everyone's performance. She nodded slightly, waved her wand, and transformed the little pink pig back into the desk.

"Transfiguration is the magic of turning one object into another. It can turn an inanimate object into a living thing, and vice versa!"

"If you want to successfully cast the transformation spell, you need to find the connection point between objects."

"Take the transformation just now as an example. The raw material of the lecture table is apple wood, and the fruits produced by apple wood are included in the pet pig's diet. 'Apple' is the link between the lecture table and the pet pig."

"After finding the link point, imagine the image of the pet pig in your mind. The more vivid the image, the better. Finally, hold the wand tightly, inject a small amount of magic power into the wand, and recite the transformation spell with determination."

On the podium, Professor Minerva McGonagall, with a serious expression, was explaining the key points of Transfiguration. Under the podium, the freshmen were holding quills and writing down important contents in their notebooks.

After explaining the theoretical knowledge, Professor McGonagall gave each student a match and asked the freshmen to try to turn the match into an iron needle.

(End of this chapter)