Hogwarts Homecoming

"Okay, now that we know that an Animagus is a wizard or witch who can transform into some kind of animal while retaining his magical spells—"

At the end of the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall glanced over the brief papers about Animagus handed in by the students, his lips were pursed tighter and tighter, and he looked at the inappropriate words on the papers. , as a professor who has been working at Hogwarts for most of his life, he can't help but sigh in his heart. In recent years, the average grades of young wizards have dropped sharply.

"So can anyone tell me why the Ministry of Magic keeps such a handy and magical spell under such strict control?"

Swish!

Including Professor McGonagall, the little wizards in the classroom have been trained by Hermione to react instinctively. They all looked at the little witch sitting in the front row of the professor who was bowing her head, and when they found Hermione When Min didn't reach the chandelier hanging from the ceiling as expected, everyone's eyebrows unconsciously raised half an inch.

"What's the matter, her?"

Ron, who deliberately chose a seat far away from Hermione, turned his head to the dangling head in the front row of the professor, and asked in a low voice a little uneasily.

Isn't this obvious?

Harry followed Professor McGonagall's example and pursed his lips, but did not speak.

Before going to bed last night, because of Scabbers' inexplicable disappearance, Hermione and Ron had a big quarrel in the common room. Although the two of them died down under the persuasion of everyone, before leaving, Harry saw Hermione's face The hanging teardrops fell one by one like pearls with broken strings.

At this moment, Harry felt Neville tap his back lightly. There was no need to turn around and ask more questions. The experienced Harry secretly withdrew his right hand placed on the desk. Neville took a note from him.

'She was up all night crying!'

The brief text on the note was very delicate, it was not written by Neville, but by Hermione's roommate Parvati Patil, Harry only glanced at it, and his mood suddenly became much heavier.

'We should talk to Hermione after class. '

Harry picked up the quill, quickly wrote such a sentence, and then handed it to Ron who was obviously impatient but pretended to be indifferent, and Ron was indeed shaken after seeing the message written by Patil and Harry For a moment, however, thinking of Banban's tragic death, Ron's heart hardened again,

'Never, unless she apologizes first! '

"Oh, what's going on?"

Professor McGonagall frowned and stepped off the podium, looked at the students and said,

"You guys haven't shown such admirable rapport in my class yet?"

Malfoy, sitting at the end, was also a little confused by Hermione's performance. He subconsciously aimed at Harry's position, but Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting next to him, raised his hand unexpectedly.

"Miss Parkinson?"

Professor McGonagall called out his name in a little surprise, "Well, it's up to you to answer this question."

"The conditions required to become an Animagus are very strict. The whole process takes months. Even if you make a mistake, you have to start over again. It may take several years to repeat this process, so it is very easy to cause wizards to go crazy. Therefore, the Ministry of Magic strictly controls this spell!"

Parkinson spoke the answer in a high-pitched voice.

Her answer was very standard, and even Professor McGonagall couldn't find any mistakes. Just as she was about to add five points to Slytherin House, Parkinson stood up and suddenly pointed at Hermione's position with a contemptuous smile on his face. said loudly,

"Professor McGonagall, I found Hermione Granger sleeping in your class!"

Hermione, who was full of the lessons to be taught today, the tragic death of Scabbers, and the decisive Ron, was stupefied when she suddenly heard someone call her name. In an instant, she woke up with a start. Driven by instinct, she slammed away Leaving the chair, his red and swollen eyes were dimly aimed at the frowning Professor McGonagall,

"Sorry, Professor, I didn't catch your question!"

There was a moment of silence in the classroom, and then the sound of shaking tables and chairs and fierce laughter erupted from the Slytherin side.

"Don't worry, Miss Granger,"

Professor McGonagall glared at Parkinson who was slapping the table unhappily, walked quickly to Hermione and held her arm, condescendingly inspected Hermione's goldfish-like eyeballs, and said worriedly,

"It looks like you're seriously lacking in rest, Miss Granger?"

Hermione, who was ashamed because of the ridicule, shuddered suddenly when she heard Professor McGonagall's worried inquiry, her red and swollen eyes widened, her tone full of pleading,

"No, Professor, I, I just had a nightmare last night, Professor, so."

"All right,"

It is impossible for Professor McGonagall not to hear such an obvious excuse. However, seeing the pleading and determination in Hermione's eyes, Professor McGonagall, who was already planning to take back the Time Converter, softened her heart. After a moment of hesitation, she said firmly,

"I think you need to go to Madam Pomfrey now. She has some methods that can help you regain your spirits. Miss Granger, there is nothing more in this class. You can go now."

Squeak!

After the heavy slamming sound of the door, the ridicule and restless discussion in the Transfiguration class disappeared instantly.

There are still a few minutes before the last class in the morning ends. There is not a single professor or student passing by on the densely packed classroom floors. Hermione is holding on to the handrail of the stairs, dragging seven or eight tomes, one step With one footprint, he staggered downstairs to the school hospital.

Crookshanks couldn't have killed Scabbers. Ron and Harry. Poor Crookshanks

The embarrassment in the Transfiguration class quickly faded from Hermione's heart. She was full of sadness thinking about what happened last night, thinking about Ron's unfeeling words, and thinking that although she was relieving Ron's anger, she also thought it was Ke Rookshanks kills Harry Spotted.

Crash!

The schoolbags were finally overwhelmed, and the two-inch-thick magic books fell to the ground. Hermione squatted down in a hurry, and packed them into the schoolbag one by one. There was a book at the bottom of several steps. Hermione was busy grabbing the open schoolbag, but the weight of the schoolbag made her body suddenly lose her balance!

Boom!

After a short panicked scream, Hermione rolled down seven or eight steps in succession, her forehead hit the opposite wall, and she passed out simply after taking a look.

In the office on the third floor, the solemn Amosta saw this scene, strode towards the door and slammed it away.

Standing at the corner of the fifth floor and the fourth floor, Amosta looked down at the little witch who didn't know whether she was fainted or asleep. When his right foot was flying in the air, enlightenment suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he looked around. In the empty corridor, after a little silence, the figure gradually matched the wall.

A few seconds after a concealed curse light entered the little witch's body, Hermione, who fell to the ground, suddenly let out a groan. She struggled to support her body with her arms, and her red eyes were full of bewilderment.

"Oh, how long have I been asleep!"

The confused Hermione didn't even notice that the swelling that should have appeared on the top of her head had disappeared, and she completely forgot Professor McGonagall's instructions. After checking the time in a hurry, under Amosta's gaze, She hastily pulled out the delicate and shining hourglass tied on a fine gold chain from her collar, looked around as if guilty of guilt, turned the hourglass upside down, and then disappeared from Amosta's sight with a puff inside.

"really--"

Amostar reappeared, staring at the place where Hermione disappeared, shaking his head and smiling,

"I've been worrying. Didn't expect it to be yours, Miss Granger"