A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 254 Calling someone "sweetie" while looking at the moon

"She's a complete old liar!"

After the divination class ended, Qiu commented as she walked along the road.

"You can't say that. I think she's still very capable."

"For example, Eloise's prophecy, 'Beware of male witches whose names contain the letter L,' right?" Marietta retorted.

"What do you think, William?"

"I don't know either," William shrugged.

He never makes excessive comments in areas he doesn't understand.

He understands that it's easy to be proven wrong if you're not a professional.

Overall, opinions on Professor Trelawney's abilities are polarized.

Some people think she's amazing; others think she's just a big talker and a liar.

A small group is still observing; after all, she made quite a few predictions in the first lesson, and everyone is waiting for them to come true.

As for Eloise...

She trembled, not only having to be wary of the wizard whose name ended in L, but also having to avoid being kidnapped, imprisoned, and tortured...

"Will you come again next time?" Qiu asked.

"Never mind, I have to go to my arithmetic and divination class next period," William shook his head.

"This course really is just as Professor McGonagall said; you can just skim the book."

William is now very curious about Professor McGonagall's grades in her divination class.

She definitely hasn't learned how to lie, otherwise she could get the certificate with her eyes closed.

As they chatted, they walked down the corridor and were then drawn to a group of second-year students.

They came along, covered in mud and chattering.

Neville's four roommates, panting and struggling, carried him away.

If it were nighttime, this would be a classic scene of picking up a drunk woman in a nightclub, and it would be the kind of scene with a bunch of burly men.

Harry, who was clinging to Neville's leg, noticed Cho next to William looking weak and signaled for everyone to rest for a while.

"Hi, William!" Hermione broke away from her two roommates and came over to greet him. "Is your Divination class over?"

"It's over. By the way, what happened to your face?" William couldn't help but laugh.

Hermione's face was covered in mud; if you didn't know better, you'd think she'd just finished participating in Bear Grylls' survival show.

"Mud? I didn't notice. We just finished Professor Sprout's herbalism class."

The girl raised her face, and William took out a tissue from his pocket and gently wiped her cheeks.

He then flicked her forehead with his finger, withdrew his hand, and laughed, "What's wrong, Neville?"

"Neville's earmuffs weren't on properly, and he heard the mandrake crying," Hermione explained.

The cry of the mandrake is deadly, but in its youth, it can only render a wizard unconscious for a few hours.

Clearly, Neville has been infected.

Not far away, Harry held Neville's trouser leg with his left hand and tidied his messy hair with his right, trying to maintain a good image in front of Cho.

If he hadn't been carrying Neville, he probably would have just thrown him to the ground.

After all, clinging to Neville's leg and covered in mud, he didn't look very handsome.

Autumn is slowly approaching...

Harry's heart suddenly pounded, as if it would burst out of his chest—this was the scene he had dreamed about!

So, is it about to come true?

Harry couldn't help but raise his head and look at Cho with expectant eyes.

But Cho didn't look at Harry; her attention was all on Neville.

She took her wand and carefully poked Neville, trying to see if he was still alive.

Harry suddenly felt a pang of envy for Neville, wondering if Cho would come and give him artificial respiration if he pretended to faint.

Seeing Harry raise his face and look expectantly, Ron instinctively used his muddy robe to wipe him clean.

Harry glared at Ron.

Ron was a little confused and hurt. Harry hadn't been like this when they were whispering in bed last night!

Soon, the Gryffindor students continued carrying Neville to Mrs. Pomfrey.

William and the Ravenclaw students headed toward the Transfiguration classroom.

The area outside the Transfiguration classroom was crowded with students, all standing in the corridor; no one went in.

This is unusual!

William and Autumn looked out the door and saw Professor McGonagall standing inside, talking to a short, hunchbacked witch.

—Gestalda Machiban!

William immediately recognized the witch.

The two had met before at the Merlin Medal award ceremony, where Dumbledore helped him expand his network.

After learning the Animagus, she even wrote a congratulatory letter to William and inquired about the details.

Professor McGonagall was speaking to her very respectfully. Professor Marchband was a little hard of hearing, and although she was only a foot away from McGonagall, she spoke very loudly.

"The journey was smooth, the journey was smooth, child," she exclaimed. "You're still so beautiful."

Calling Professor McGonagall "child"... there's nothing wrong with that.

Professor Marchban is older than Dumbledore.

In fact, when Dumbledore took the NEWTs exam, it was Professor Marchban who tested him on Transfiguration and Charms.

Dumbledore is already over a hundred years old, so it's normal for Professor Marchban to be around 130 or 14.

Wizards have a much longer lifespan than Muggles, even without items like the Philosopher's Stone.

"By the way, where's Albus? Why hasn't he come to see me? Is he deliberately avoiding me?"

She looked around carefully, as if hoping that Dumbledore would suddenly appear from some corner.

Machiban greatly admires Dumbledore!

The kind that I particularly admire.

She suddenly saw William at the door and waved enthusiastically.

William walked in, watched by all the students.

"Hello, Professor March Benn, what brings you here?" William said respectfully.

"Can't I come?" the old man said with a smile.

"Are you here on behalf of the Ministry of Magic to register my Animagus?" William asked.

"That's only part of it. I've come to see you today with several responsibilities," Professor Marchban said.

"According to the Ministry of Magic's registration process..." Professor Marchban waved his wand, and a parchment scroll floated in mid-air.

"Are you thirteen years old now?"

"Yes."

The quill pen quickly made the entries.

"Did you learn Animagus at school?"

"Yes, Professor McGonagall taught me when I was in second grade."

"Truly remarkable!" Machiban exclaimed. "To learn Animagus at your age... an absolute genius!"

I only told this assessment to Albus back then. During the NEWT exam that year, I personally tested his Transfiguration and Charms.

He was a seventeen-year-old boy, and the magic he conjured with his wand was something I had never seen before. From then on, I kept an eye on him.

Despite being much older than Dumbledore, Machiban seems to be a huge fan of his, mentioning Dumbledore every few sentences.

Clearly, the principal's absence was a deliberate attempt to avoid this overly enthusiastic old lady.

"Then, child, could you demonstrate it for me? I need to register your characteristics to make sure you haven't been cursed with the Blood Demon Curse."

The Blood Curse is a vicious and complex form of black magic. Once afflicted by this spell, one will be forever transformed into an animal and will never be able to return to human form.

"Has that mysterious circus started operating again recently?" Professor McGonagall said worriedly.

"Yes, they always manage to get Blood Curse Orcs for their performances. I suspect they..."

Professor Marchban fell silent, clearly not wanting to say anything more in front of William.

William was completely confused. It seemed his top-notch little spy wasn't doing his job and hadn't gotten any information. He decided to go back and ask Nico.

As Professor Marchionn expected, William immediately transformed into a great sea eagle.

All the students gathered at the door and exclaimed in surprise.

Applause erupted from the crowd!

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