I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 30, Transfiguration, is extremely useful.

"What did you just call me?"

"Don't worry about the details, Professor. Ahem, just in case—Professor, you're an Animagus, aren't you?"

Professor Miao was a little annoyed, but still patiently replied, "Obviously."

"Then I have a question I'd like to ask you." Owen cleared his throat and said, "As you know, we Hufflepuffs love all kinds of delicious food."

"Um!"

"Just yesterday, Justin and I were eating grilled squid when an idea suddenly popped into my head."

"Squid? Are there such creatures around Hogwarts?" Professor McGonagall frowned. Her sixth sense told her that this kid had definitely gotten into trouble again, but she couldn't figure out what kind of trouble they had gotten into for the time being.

"Yes, there are many! Oh! Please listen to me first."

"Um."

"If there were a wizard whose Animagus was a Justin, and I didn't know that Justin was actually a person, suppose it had fallen into a coma for some reason, and I accidentally found it, and then I made Justin Willow and ate it."

"Does that count as cannibalism?"

Ward Law?

Professor McGonagall's face darkened, and she thought to herself, "Just as I expected."

This kid has never asked any serious questions since he started talking.

Look at this brat, he's practically trying to eat people.

"I don't understand why so many strange questions always pop into your little head," Teacher Cat said wearily.

"A simple academic question, Professor. If that chicken is an illegal Animagus, doesn't that mean that even if I eat it, no one will know?"

"Or does it mean that if a wizard suffers a fatal wound, he will automatically revert from Animagus back to his original form?"

"Hmm." Although Owen has always been a bit unreliable, this question—whether a wizard will automatically exit Animagus form when he suffers a fatal wound—is the most serious question he has asked in the past few months.

Like before, he asked questions such as: How can a group release the Killing Curse?

How to control multiple people to cast the Soul-Stealing Curse.

How to unleash the Heart-Piercing Mantra without the support of extreme emotional power, etc.

After nearly half a semester of interaction, she had come to fully agree with Hagrid's view of Owen.

They are raising a dark wizard who is born evil.

"Theoretically, no matter how severe the injury, a wizard will not automatically exit the Animagus state. However, this falls under the category of advanced Transfiguration. If you can complete your sixth year with a clean record, I may consider letting you join my Transfiguration club."

"Professor, you're slandering me again. I'm such a good student, of course I'll study peacefully until sixth grade." Owen was a little unhappy. What happened to the most impartial professor?

It's starting to look more and more like Hagrid's direction.

"Heh—I'm not sure." Professor McGonagall gave a rare smile, though it was a somewhat stiff one.

"Oh dear! Professor, you must have confidence in yourself. You've always been good at recognizing and appointing talent; you certainly won't make a mistake."

"By the way, if you turn a person into an animal, then the person can't turn back into a human without the help of other wizards, right?"

"Yes, but body transformation is a very advanced spell, and most wizards cannot achieve it even in their entire lives," Professor McGonagall admonished, giving Owen a standard answer to the most normal question he had asked all semester.

"Oh my god! Transfiguration, even better than Avada Kedavra! It completely destroys the evidence, leaving no trace. My God! Why didn't I think of that before?"

"Thank you, Teacher Miao!"

After saying that, Irving turned around and ran off with Justin and Hannah.

"Hey, Justin, go get the fishing rods ready. Hannah, go get the mousetraps. I'm going to ask the little elf for some pepper."

"Oh! By the way, ask those little elves how to make roasted mice taste good."

"A rat?" Hannah turned around as she ran, looking at Owen with a puzzled expression. Had she finally gotten tired of all the delicacies? Had she reached this point of seeking out the bizarre?

"Yes, that's right, just a regular field mouse, um—a disabled field mouse. Maybe with some cumin, it would make a decent barbecue," Owen affirmed.

"Oh! By the way, we're not going to the Halloween dinner tonight."

Hearing this, Hannah and Justin were both very puzzled. This was their first holiday at Hogwarts, so how could they not go to the dinner party?

Why?

"Why? A giant is attacking the castle tonight. It could stick you to the wall with one blow. Let's get away from here."

"???" Hannah and Justin exchanged a glance, exchanging hundreds of bytes of information with just a look.

After decoding and verifying each other's work, the two of them concluded that Irving seemed to have some kind of serious illness!

Perhaps I should go to Mrs. Pomfrey for some medicine.

"Don't worry, about the trolls, Gryffindor—cough cough, Harry will definitely handle it. He's a Gryffindor heir, you know! Hmm? You don't believe me?" Owen, the shrewd one, naturally saw through their looks, as if they were looking at idiots. "How about we make a bet? I'll bet a Galleon."

They watched helplessly as the Hufflepuff trio scattered like birds.

Professor McGonagall's breathing quickened.

I was so angry.

This child!

When will I grow up?

When will we be able to distinguish between good and evil?

When will Dumbledore finally be able to get him out of the castle?

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night.

hall.

The colorful Halloween decorations have given the hall a fresh new look.

A thousand bats fluttered and flew across the walls and ceiling, while another thousand, like low-lying dark clouds, hovered and danced above the dining table, causing the candle flame inside the pumpkin to flicker.

Delicious food suddenly appeared on a golden plate, just like at the banquet at the start of the school year.

A group of young wizards were happily sitting in their respective academies, munching on potatoes.

Suddenly, the auditorium doors were pushed open.

The movie star Quirrell rushed in, his face filled with terror.

Everyone stared at him as he walked to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned against the table, and panted, "The troll... is in the underground classroom..."

I thought you should know, but you already knew.

After saying that, his professional acting skills caused him to collapse onto the floor and lose consciousness.

Forehead.

The auditorium fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a cacophony of noise.

"A troll? What's that?"

"I don't know, but it sounds very powerful, even a professor couldn't handle it."

"(ˉ▽￣～)Tch~~, that's Quirrell. I dare say he can't even beat our prefect."

"To be fair, Percy does have some ability."

The long table in Gryffindor was soon crowded with people, many of whom were even rubbing their hands together, ready to fight the troll.

"Hey! You guys think defeating the giant should earn you extra points, right?"

"Of course! You protected the school! Shouldn't the principal give you an award?"

Upon hearing the words "bonus points," the students from the other two colleges also had their eyes light up.

With so many of us, how could we possibly fail to kill a tiny monster? Just kidding. If it dares to come today, we'll definitely teach it a lesson about why flowers are so red!

I'm secretly typing on my phone. I can type, but not much.

(End of this chapter)