Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 42 41. Animagus and Confinement Attack
"You're welcome, Harry. If you have any achievements in the future, you can submit them." Professor McGonagall said enthusiastically, "I remember they have a Most Promising Newcomer Award, which is specifically for newcomers who are very talented in Transfiguration. You can give it a try."

"I will," Harry joked, "if I can really figure out something."

"Believe in your talent," Professor McGonagall looked at Harry gently, "Both your father and mother are outstanding wizards with their own strengths. You will not be an ordinary wizard, Harry."

Thinking back to her two former students, Professor McGonagall said with great certainty.

And Harry...now that his father and mother had been mentioned, he couldn't say anything else.

"Speaking of which, Professor," Harry suddenly remembered something he had wanted to ask Professor McGonagall for a long time, "The spell you used to transform into a tabby cat is called Animagus, right?"

"That's right," Professor McGonagall nodded, "You want to learn to become an Animagus?"

"Isn't there anyone who doesn't wonder what kind of animal he or she will turn into?" Harry joked. "I hope I won't turn into a fish tumbling on the ground."

"If your Animagus form is a fish, then you probably won't need to use this spell in your life," Professor McGonagall said humorously, "but I think you would rather become a cow than a fish."

As she said this, Professor McGonagall was still staring at the pair of horns on Harry's head.

A bull—a minotaur—

"Well, I think there is still a big difference." After quickly comparing the two images in his mind, Harry almost couldn't hold it in and shook his head quickly.

An old topic: do Tauren eat beef?

Harry can give a very responsible answer to this question - that is eating.

Not only can it be eaten, but there are also many ways to prepare it, such as steaming, boiling, baking, frying and stewing. It has diverse techniques and is rich in nutrition.

The taste is actually quite good.

"Well, maybe it's different," Professor McGonagall shrugged. "Anyway, if your studies go well, then when you are in your third year, you can start trying to practice Animagus. By then, you should have enough magic in your body."

"But I must warn you in advance, Harry," Professor McGonagall said sternly, "Animagus is a very dangerous spell. There are many cases in history where wizards failed to transform and eventually died in agony because of insufficient mastery of Transfiguration. I don't want you to be the next one."

"So promise me that you won't try this in private, understand?"

"I promise you, Professor," Harry said, nodding.

"Very good." Professor McGonagall looked less serious than before. She continued, "Besides that, the Ministry of Magic has strict regulations on Animagus. Every Animagus must register with the Ministry of Magic. This is also my requirement for you. If you master the Animagus, you must register."

"Like you? The seventh registered Animagus of this century?" Harry asked. "I read in a book that the Ministry of Magic will give special marks to registered Animagus so that they can be quickly identified or found after an incident."

"Yes, that's right. If you are thinking of violating the laws of the Ministry of Magic and want to become an illegal Animagus who is not registered, then you'd better give up this idea as soon as possible and don't learn this magic." Professor McGonagall's eyes became sharp.

"Of course not," Harry shook his head.

"Very good," Professor McGonagall sighed. She didn't seem to believe it. "Anyway, today's class has been long enough, Mr. Potter. You should go back and rest."

Professor McGonagall seemed to have turned back into the old, stern and serious professor she usually was, and even her address to Harry changed back to Mr. Potter.

"Thank you very much for your teaching, Professor McGonagall." Harry stood up, bowed and was about to leave. "Then I will be leaving first."

"Wait a minute." Before Harry could take a few steps, Professor McGonagall suddenly called him and said, "About your Shaman Club."

"Approved?" Harry turned around and asked.

"Passed," Professor McGonagall sighed, "Actually, it was Professor Dumbledore who passed it on his own - but from today on, I have also begun to be curious about what you are going to teach in the club."

"Be prepared, Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said with pursed lips, "Consider the response plans for various situations in advance, and don't be stumped by the students' questions."

Is this... worrying that your club will fail?
Harry understood.

"Okay, professor, thank you for your reminder, I will be ready." Harry nodded and was about to close the door and leave.

"and many more!!"

Then he was called again.

"I've thought about it, Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said seriously, "Regarding your detention at my place every Saturday night, you can stop copying the school rules."

"What do you mean?" Harry was a little slow to react at first.

"Does this mean your detention is over - or do you want to continue copying? I don't mind."

"Of course not, thank you, Professor," Harry said quickly.

"Very well, go ahead," said Professor McGonagall majestically.

Turning around, Harry was about to close the door - but before he closed the door completely, Harry suddenly turned back and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"

He was a little worried that he would be stopped again, so he kept looking back every few steps, which hurt his neck.

"...really." Professor McGonagall seemed to want to laugh, but she held it back, her lips pursed into a slit, "Your first game will be here soon, how are you...preparing?"

After Halloween, the Quidditch season at Hogwarts will begin. The first game is between Gryffindor and Slytherin. No wonder Professor McGonagall looks even more serious at this time than before.

"Will win" Harry gave a definite answer.

"Really?" Professor McGonagall nodded. "Don't let me down... Go, really go this time."

It can be seen that the old professor really likes Quidditch. As a student carrying a pile of magazines, Harry immediately understood how he should repay the professor's help.

That, of course, was a match that would give Professor McGonagall a hearty Gryffindor victory.

Harry walked out of the Transfiguration Office and glanced out the window. It was getting dark and it was almost time for dinner - but he still planned to find a nearby classroom to catch up on his notes before going back. The content was about the application of Transfiguration in dueling.

If Harry just brought back a pile of magazines without making a summary of the class content, Hermione would kill someone - the girl's eyes were already a little red, and Harry didn't want to irritate her further.

Everything happened just as Harry expected. After almost snatching the class notes from Harry's hand and quickly flipping through them, Hermione was visibly relieved.

After Harry promised to read the magazines lent by Professor McGonagall together, Hermione finally let him go and continued to study her homework.

"I think Hermione is a little crazy, Harry," Ron whispered in Harry's ear, "no matter what the others do, she just wants to surpass you now."

"Keep your voice down, Ron," Harry said in a low voice, "She's already under a lot of pressure."

It was indeed very big, so big that when Harry wanted to play a game of wizard chess with Ron to relax, he had to hide in the dormitory to play it, and didn't dare to do it in the Gryffindor common room.

"Honestly, I think Hermione is going a bit too far." In the dormitory, Ron's voice finally got louder. He complained, "You know what? Harry, I don't even dare to praise you in front of her now, otherwise she will stare at me with a very scary look."

"I don't think you need to brag about me in front of others, really." Harry complained: "In your mouth, I am almost as good as Dumbledore."

"Oh, that's for the future." Ron waved his hands randomly and said, "After all, you are still young. After graduation, um, in a few years, you will definitely be able to catch up with Dumbledore."

"Thank you so much for trusting me," Harry rolled his eyes and said unhappily.

"You're welcome. We're friends after all!" Ron patted his chest and said generously, not knowing whether he really couldn't hear it or not. "But I really think Hermione is being mean - she's jealous because her friend has achieved better results, which is wrong!"

"Especially when she's comparing herself to Harry! Harry Potter, the most famous person in the entire wizarding world!!"

"Well, I don't think it's that serious, right?" Neville, who was watching the game nearby, said cautiously, "I really think Hermione is not a bad person. She - she is just too competitive."

"Tsk, I don't know why she has to prove that she is better than Harry." Ron curled his lips and said, "I think she is -"

boom! !

Ron's words were interrupted by a loud bang. He couldn't even hold on to the chess piece in his hand, and it flew directly to the ground.

"Hermione!!!" Ron, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, could not help but screamed, and there was a sense of guilt in his voice - the feeling of being caught speaking ill of someone behind their back.

The one who pushed open the door of the men's dormitory was naturally Hermione. She stared at everything inside with wide eyes.

"Hey, I don't think you can do this," Ron couldn't help but protest, "You can't just come into the men's dormitory so casually. I mean - what if we are doing something that is not convenient for girls to see?"

"Ah? What can we do that is inconvenient for girls to see?" Neville raised his head and asked stupidly.

No one could answer his question.

Except Ron.

"For example - for example, we are practicing magic!" Ron gave the answer with a flash of inspiration, "Hermione hates it most when we are better than her!"

"Don't be stupid! Ronald!!" Hermione said harshly, and her momentum made Ron shrink a little further into the bed. "Detention is coming!!"

Ron was really afraid of this, just like a miniature Professor McGonagall - Hermione even called him by his full name.

Ron's full name is Ronald Bilius Weasley, but his full name is generally not used. Almost everyone calls him Ron, which is a nickname.

Shouting excitedly, Hermione raised the note in her hand.

"Our punishment——All of us will be punished!!"

"Huh?!!!" Ron stood up suddenly from the bed and couldn't believe his ears, "Detention?! What did we do?! We didn't do anything!! We are innocent!!!"

No longer caring about criticizing Hermione for her casual entry and exit of the men's dormitory, Ron opened his mouth wide, his eyes wide open as if he had dementia, and the words that came out of his throat were his last struggle.

"It's because of what happened on the train!!" Hermione screamed, "Oh my God! I had completely forgotten about it! Professor McGonagall said at the time that we would be punished in the third week of school!!"

With a thud, Ron knelt down on the bed, his dementia looking even more serious.

"Oh, yes." He looked at Harry stupidly, "It seems to be the case. What should I do, Harry?"

"What else can we do?" Harry said speechlessly, "You can't just run away from Hogwarts to avoid punishment, right?"

"Yes, you are right." Ron suddenly became dejected. "If my mother knew that I left Hogwarts, she would eat me."

"Obviously that's just a metaphor. She can't really eat you." Hermione strode to the bedside, glanced at the wizard chess on the bed, and chattered, "I can't believe you would secretly hide in the dormitory to play chess. You know, I have almost spent all my time just to finish reading those books, and now I have to waste some more time because of this detention. I really don't know how you can be lazy. If it were me, I would revise my paper according to the magazine that Harry brought back, so that at least it won't be so ugly when I hand it in."

"Three lines, Hermione, you've exceeded three lines," Ron said weakly, covering his face in pain. "For Merlin's sake, can you please tell us what the detention is about first?"

"Okay, okay," Hermione said loudly, holding up the note in her hand and reading: "Harry, Hagrid is in charge of your detention. Neville, you have to go to Filch. As for Ron, Professor Snape specifically asked for you."

"Do not!!!!"

He fell backwards onto the bed, and Ron let out a howl that was so loud that it shook the heavens and the earth.

"He's going to poison me to death!!!" Ron sat up suddenly, his face full of horror and said, "Is this really - I mean, is this news true? ! ! Is this really not a prank by Fred or George? ! ! "

(End of this chapter)