Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

At night, John was in the library looking through a book about Animagus.

The library was quiet.

Only a few faint sounds of pages turning remained.

John suddenly closed his book and looked up at the ceiling.

The flickering candlelight illuminated John's lifeless eyes and the cold smile on his lips.

That expression looked a bit dead.

Oh.

I should have thought of that earlier.

There are no dogs that can understand human speech.

Transforming the human body into an animal is a very advanced form of transformation.

But no matter how advanced it is, it's impossible to turn oneself into an animal.

The only way to turn yourself into an animal is through the Animagus.

The man I saw in the Screaming Shack yesterday was a black dog transformed from Animagus.

This is the pinnacle of Transfiguration techniques.

It can transform a wizard into an ordinary animal, devoid of magic, unable to cast spells, but also undetectable by magic.

They are experts at stealing intelligence, spying, eavesdropping, and surveillance.

It usually takes several years to master.

The transformed animal is not chosen freely, but determined by the wizard's own personality and traits.

This transformative learning process carries an irreversible danger, potentially leading to obsession or even permanent loss of one's animal form.

Furthermore, after transforming, because the animal's appearance is not easily noticed, the ability could be abused for illegal activities.

Therefore, the Ministry of Magic manages Animagus very strictly. Even when studying, they must be accompanied by a special person to avoid accidents.

After completing their training, students must register with the Ministry of Magic to prevent the abuse of this ability for illegal activities.

However, according to his understanding, none of the seven registered Animagus individuals have been able to become black dogs.

In other words, the man I saw yesterday was an illegal Animagus.

John rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

It seems I still haven't adapted to the mindset of the magical world.

He had never even considered this kind of magic, which he had witnessed with Professor McGonagall.

John put the book back on the shelf.

I strolled out of the library.

Standing by the corridor, I looked up at the full moon overhead.

The moonlight, like silver, spilled onto the empty corridor.

Professor Lupin is probably transforming in some secret room in the castle right now.

After seeing that man in the Screaming Shack yesterday, John immediately lay down on the board.

According to Titus and the others, it was Professor Lupin who brought him back.

Professor Lupin claimed that John encountered a Dementor while exploring the edge of the Forbidden Forest and was drugged by the Dementor.

John had no choice but to accept this arrangement.

After all, he's now in cahoots with Professor Lu Ping.

However, he was severely criticized and lectured by Professor McGonagall for this.

Even Hermione smelled the stench and came to scold him.

John still doesn't know who that man is.

He hadn't seen Professor Lu Ping all day; he must be preparing for tonight's transformation.

To be honest, after finding out that Blackie was a person, John suddenly lost interest in him.

Especially after learning that he was an illegal Animagus, they didn't want to bother with him anymore.

But he already knew some things, and it was clearly unrealistic to just wash his hands of it.

So he still needs to figure out who that person is, what their relationship is with Professor Lupin, and why they have to become a dog and live in the Screaming Shack.

To avoid getting involved in any future trouble.

......

The next day has arrived.

Professor Lu Ping was still nowhere to be seen today.

Although the wolfsbane potion can quell the madness of werewolves.

However, it cannot alleviate the pain and weakness caused by the transformation.

So Professor Lu Ping is probably resting today as well.

John didn't mind waiting a few more days; it made no difference to him anyway.

After a normal day of classes.

As John walked toward the Great Hall after the last class, he encountered Hermione, whose eyes were red and whose face was full of anger.

It felt like she had been so angry she cried.

When Hermione saw John, she unconsciously lowered her head, not wanting John to see her in such a disheveled state.

But John had already noticed her; how could he possibly ignore her?

"What happened, Hermione?"

John frowned, but his tone was concerned.

"It's nothing, John, I just got some sand in my eye."

Hermione shook her head, forcing a smile as she pretended to be nonchalant.

He smiled as he wiped away his tears.

She didn't want John to know what injustice he had suffered.

Or rather, she didn't want John to know what other people called her by her nickname.

John clearly didn't believe him.

But seeing that Hermione didn't want to talk about it, we couldn't force her to reveal her painful memories.

John then changed his expression.

"Really? Hermione, then let me blow on it for you."

"Huh?"

Hermione, who was wiping away her tears, was startled and looked up at John's smiling face.

Hermione's face immediately flushed.

It's not obvious, but it's quite beautiful.

Upon seeing John's smile, Hermione immediately turned her head away.

He put on a serious face and said arrogantly.

"No, no need. He's not even as tall as me, and he'd rather blow on my eyes."

?

Hey! You!

If you don't want it, just don't want it. Why resort to personal attacks?

John's temperature immediately turned red.

Without further ado, he tossed out a pebble, waved his wand, and the pebble turned into a small stool.

Hermione was also wondering what John wanted to do.

John stepped onto the stool, instantly becoming a head taller than Hermione.

Then John boldly reached out and cupped Hermione's adorable face in his hands, making her look at him.

"Isn't that tall enough, Hermione?"

John stared straight into Hermione's eyes and said with a smile.

Hermione was taken aback by the sudden action, and after she came to her senses, the blush on her face deepened rapidly.

She instinctively opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

"Okay, don't move."

John gently cupped Hermione's face, carefully blew away non-existent sand, and then wiped away the tear stains from the corners of her eyes.

Hermione stood there, letting John stroke her face.

She felt her heart pounding like a drum, and for a moment she was at a loss.

"Hermione definitely looks better when she smiles."

After John finished doing all this, he withdrew his hand with satisfaction and said with a smile.

Then he jumped off the bench and kicked it away.

The bench turned back into a pebble and fell into the garden to the side.

"How are you, Hermione? Are your eyes feeling better?"

"...uh, um."

Hermione nodded mechanically, the blush on her cheeks still lingering, and she dared not look John in the eye.

John looked at Hermione's expression and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

The little girl is quite innocent and cute.

But John wasn't about to let her go.

The personal attacks just now won't be so easily forgotten.

John leaned closer to Hermione, deliberately looking at her blushing face.

"Oh, Hermione, are you blushing?"

"let me see."

John said this deliberately in a teasing tone.

Hermione's face grew even hotter from John's sarcastic remark.

But at the same time, she was very indignant. He was clearly a younger brother who was three years younger than her, yet he dared to ride on her head and provoke her.

So Hermione forced herself to remain calm and retorted.

"That's because of the setting sun!"

Upon hearing this, John smiled even more broadly, gave a soft "Oh," and nodded as if he had just realized something.

Hermione gritted her teeth at the sight.

"Stupid John!!"

Hermione finally couldn't resist and reached out to lift John up.

?

John, whose feet were off the ground, was stunned.

No, are you uprooting a willow tree like Lin Daiyu?