Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

The transformation didn't last long; after all the strange sensations disappeared, Jimmy had become a majestic beast.

"Meow!" It opened its mouth as if to ask Professor McGonagall to conjure a mirror so it could see, but the sound that came out was a very strange sound, somewhere between a cat, a leopard, and a tiger.

Professor McGonagall stared in surprise at Jimmy's appearance, shook her head, and asked, "Jimmy, are you alright? Try to change back!"

Jimmy easily transformed back into a human, though he was still lying on the ground, which wasn't very elegant.

"Wow! You did it! A perfect transformation! Hahaha!" Professor McGonagall burst into laughter at the smooth progress, her hands clasped tightly to her chest, trembling with joy. "Now you understand the wonders of Transfiguration, don't you? When are you going to write a few papers?!"

“Wait, Professor McGonagall, let me see what I’ve become.” Jimmy waved his hand, conjuring a life-size mirror, and then quickly transformed into his Animagus form.

The mirror reflected a majestic tiger's head, and for a moment he thought he had transformed into a white tiger. But when the thick, long tail behind him stood up, the tiger's head and brain inexplicably revealed a kind of simple and honest charm.

Holy crap... isn't that a snow leopard?!

A real cheese snow leopard?!

"Meow!" Jimmy yelled, but the sound was strange and had no intimidating power.

It's one thing that the transformed animal can't fly, but it doesn't have any intimidating power or advantages no matter how you look at it.

He would accept being transformed into an insect, since insects are hidden and can do a lot of things.

But snow leopards... why can't he think of any special skills they have?

“We should go back now; this is something to celebrate.” Professor McGonagall finally remembered to shield herself from the rain and waved her wand to brush away the raindrops.

Despite his disappointment, Jimmy still wanted to experience what it was like to be a snow leopard. After transforming back into human form, he said, "Professor McGonagall, could you please keep this a secret?"

Professor McGonagall nodded in confusion and asked, "Do you want to register at the Ministry of Magic?"

“Yes, this will be very useful in the future,” Jimmy said seriously, though in reality he just wanted to use the snow leopard form to ambush people.

I thought it would take some time to persuade Professor McGonagall, but she only remained silent for a moment before agreeing, "Alright, although I don't know what your purpose is, I will keep this a secret for you."

Given Professor McGonagall's trust, Jimmy didn't hesitate to make his own promise, immediately patting his chest and assuring her, "Don't worry, the school will receive a large sum of money within five years! It can be used to improve teaching quality and increase faculty!"

"If that day ever comes, all the students at Hogwarts will thank you." Professor McGonagall smiled helplessly. Jimmy was good in every way, except he was a bit unreliable. "Let's go. Maybe if we go back now we can still make it to the competition."

"I want to try out my Animagus form!"

On the way down the mountain, Jimmy transformed into a snow leopard and charged forward like a pig, with the voice of Black Tiger Afu ringing in his mind: "Tiger descends the mountain!"

As a result, due to unfamiliarity and perspective, it rolled halfway and then turned back into a human and walked the rest of the way.

Professor McGonagall didn't even offer any help, instead calling it "learning to adapt."

Boom!

Just as the two approached the Quidditch arena, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the dense shadows.

The sharp-eyed Professor McGonagall spotted a small red figure falling from the sky. After a moment of surprise, she screamed, "Potter! It's Potter!"

Jimmy saw that it was Harry who had fallen. Unsurprisingly, he didn't rush over as anxiously as Professor McGonagall. Instead, he jogged to the edge of the stairs in the stands and waited.

Sure enough, a short while later, Harry's entourage came running down the stairs.

He has best buddy Ron, best girlfriend Hydra, best friend Hermione, best buddy Neville, best buddy's girlfriend Lavender...

"Hermione," Jimmy called out to Hermione, who was running down the street.

Hermione, her face full of worry, rushed towards him with tears in her eyes when she saw him.

The icy rain poured down on my body through the raincoat, seeping into my neck through the gaps in the fabric, making me shiver.

Hermione hugged Jimmy and asked softly, "Was everything alright?"

"Of course, you don't need to worry about Harry either. Professor Dumbledore will handle everything." Jimmy patted Hermione's back lightly. The raincoat made a rustling sound when he patted it and felt comfortable to the touch, unlike when he was wearing his regular clothes.

Everyone else ran onto the field, and no one could see the two of them together in the dimly lit corner.

Meanwhile, the little wizards in the stands were still screaming, and the Dementors in the sky were slowly descending.

Countless Dementors filled the air above the stadium with shrill screams that seemed to tear at the soul. The icy rain condensed into frost, which pierced everyone's faces like pendants. All that could be heard were screams and a deafening roar.

The noise was so loud that they couldn't think straight, as if they were trapped in a blank maze, with paths leading to all directions, and no way to escape.

All they knew was to shout, because they were facing fear itself, Dementors, beings born of pure fear.

"Aritos Momontom (Shock Absorption)!" At this critical moment, Dumbledore, sitting on his personal platform, intervened.

He stretched out one hand, without a wand, and a reassuring incantation echoed throughout the stadium.

Everyone's fear seemed to vanish at that moment. Harry, who was falling, slowed down continuously in the last 30 meters before hitting the ground, and finally landed steadily on the ground, where he was caught by the members of the Gryffindor team.

A large bird formed from white light mist flew into the sky, followed by a small white cat...

More and more professors unleashed the Patronus Charm, and a large number of Patronuses appeared, defeating the Dementors that were falling like claws, making them scatter like flies being driven away.

As Jimmy and Hermione entered the stadium, they saw the rest of the team carrying the unconscious Harry, stumbling and running towards them.

“We need to get Harry to the infirmary,” said George, who was soaking wet… or perhaps Fred.

"I'll help you!" Jimmy volunteered, showing off in front of his classmates by using the Zombie Flying Charm to fly Harry towards the school infirmary.

Many professors were directing the young wizards back to the castle, while Dumbledore Apparated away from the stands, presumably to attend to other matters.

The game ended hastily, and nobody cared about winning or losing; after all, a large group of Dementors was far more exciting than a single match.

Pomfrey examined Harry and found it was just a normal coma.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the bad weather outside disappeared with that sigh.

Ron went to the Whomping Willow and retrieved Harry's lost broom, but even if Harry collected all the Nimbus 2000 fragments, he might not be able to synthesize a Nimbus 2000.

Chapter 228 No Traitor, Just Some TGA Jokes

Harry felt sorry for his broom when he woke up, but he didn't dwell on it for long before revealing a horrifying fact.

"I saw it..."

Hermione asked curiously, "What did you see?"

“Unforeseen…” Harry propped himself up against the headboard, looking quite tense and confused. “I don’t know if that’s the reason, but anyway, I think I saw a black dog near the stands.”

The people gathered around the hospital bed looked at each other with rather strange expressions.

“It’s definitely an ominous sign!” Ron said, like a debater who had gained approval. He glanced at Hermione and raised his voice unconsciously. “This is a warning! Something even worse is going to happen, because you can still see him now.”

"You'll be fine, Harry. Don't think about it."

This explanation left Hermione speechless. If she hadn't learned the truth from Jimmy, she might have really doubted whether she was wrong.

She no longer cared about Ron's angry words; on the contrary, Hermione even felt very sorry for Ron.

Ron was completely unaware that he had been sleeping in the same bed with a man in his thirties or forties for nearly ten years. During that time, how many days and nights was he exposed and spied on?

If a wizard were to be with her disguised as a pet, she would absolutely erase that memory from her brain permanently.

“Harry almost got hurt, why should Harry not think about it?” The silly boy Ron was still in the dark, and he was a little dissatisfied when he heard Hermione’s words. “Why? You clearly said before that we should take danger seriously.”

“Because Jimmy and I have found a way.” Hermione turned to look at Ron, her composure unlike her usual self. “This was a complete mistake. Everything will be fine at the next Hogsmeade Week, and Harry can go.”

The counterintuitive response dispelled Ron's displeasure, and his expression turned to one of utter horror, as if he had seen a ghost. "Are you really Hermione Granger?"

“I can vouch for her, she is Hermione Granger!” Jimmy solemnly raised his hand, pointing at Hermione’s head to assure her.

This amused everyone else by the bed, and Hermione rolled her eyes.

Harry was the happiest of all. Hermione's news was far more intriguing than the ominous rumors suggested. He laughed and said, "Maybe I can buy a new broom in Hogsmeade."

"How about Firebolts? I heard that both teams in the Quidditch World Cup are equipped with Firebolts. They're definitely the best brooms in the world!" George raised an eyebrow at Harry. Everyone knew that Potter was a rich man, much richer than his family.

The price of a fire bolt was nothing to Harry.

Harry scratched his head. "I'm not sure. Let's wait until Hogsmeade Week and see."

There was a light in his eyes called longing, a light that dispelled his tension and unease.

A little while later, after attending to another patient, Mrs. Pomfrey ushered them all out of the ward.

Walking down the corridor, Jimmy and Hermione separated from the crowd and walked further and further away until they finally arrived at an empty classroom.

"What is your Animagus form?" Hermione was very curious about Jimmy's Animagus form.

Jimmy, taking advantage of her curiosity, deliberately didn't reveal the answer immediately, saying, "Why don't you guess? I'll give you a hint. If you guess right, there'll be a reward; if you guess wrong, you'll have to do me a small favor! How about it?"

Hermione saw right through Jimmy's little scheme. She pouted and mercilessly exposed him: "You're definitely thinking of something naughty! I told you, you can't lick... there. It's unhygienic."

“Magic can clean very well…” Jimmy wanted to try again, but seeing Hermione’s firm attitude, he was still not quite used to it, so he could only say, “Okay, I won’t make any strange requests.”

As long as that topic wasn't brought up, Hermione still doted on Jimmy, and her attitude softened as she said, "How am I supposed to guess?"

"Okay, you have five chances to ask a question. If it's correct, I'll nod. If you can't answer after five tries, you lose!"

Jimmy rubbed his hands together excitedly, already imagining Hermione in a maid dress looking down at him with disdain!

"Hmm? Okay, let's begin!" Hermione was also interested in the game. Five chances to ask questions weren't enough, but she was willing to accept the challenge!

With a burning fighting spirit in her eyes, Hermione carefully adjusted her state, her brain rapidly processing the knowledge in her mind, which was not difficult for her, having learned the Memory Restoration Charm.

Animagus forms often reflect the wizard's personality and preferences, so what animals does Jimmy like?

Raccoon? He's probably almost forgotten about the Rockets.

The name "Raccoon Alchemy Workshop" was probably chosen by him when he was too lazy to think of a name.

Cats? Crookshanks are so cute, but I've never seen Jimmy pet them more than a few times.

We don't know what animals Jimmy likes, so we can only analyze it from other perspectives.

"Is it an animal that lives on land?" After careful consideration, Hermione asked her first question.

Jimmy smiled and nodded.

Hermione continued to think, but there were just too many kinds of animals living on land, making it too difficult to select the right ones.

Completely stumped, she decided to narrow down the possibilities again, and after much deliberation, asked, "Is it... a carnivore?"

Jimmy maintained his smile and nodded again.

Did they actually guess correctly? Then the scope can be narrowed down further.

Hermione watched Jimmy smile, a smile that seemed to say he had victory in his grasp, making her grit her teeth in hatred.

She used a memory-restoring spell on herself again, recalling the names of every animal that had appeared when she was with Jimmy.