Chapter 658: network
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When Harry returned to the lounge, the students were almost gone, and he saw that Ron and Hermione were still there and walked over. Ron was staring at the box on his lap in a daze, with a shocked expression on his face. Harry was about to speak when Hermione suddenly slammed the book that stood up on the table, making a loud noise.
"Ro- uh, what's the matter with you, Hermione?"
"Too bad! It's the first time I've ever experienced this feeling, like I'm out of control," Hermione said irritably, and Harry looked at Ron inexplicably, hoping for a hint.
"Transfiguration..." Ron muttered, sounding unhappy.
"Well, that's right," Hermione said to Harry, but she didn't explain it in detail, instead she pointed her wand at herself, "Tell me - my sanity tells me I can't, because I haven't figured it out yet, but …”
Harry stared at her, and for a few seconds he thought Hermione was joking with him, but he opened his mouth slowly.
Hermione's face began to deform. Not a particularly noticeable change, but every detail has been tweaked a little, the lines on her face are softer, the brows are flatter, the tiny blemishes on her cheeks are gone...
In a word, the knowledge they learned and hadn't learned in the Transfiguration class during this time was perfectly displayed.
Hermione bared her teeth at him, so Harry noticed that her slightly protruding front teeth had also shrunk, and the whole face looked very pleasing to the eye, almost like a different person.
"Wow," Harry said admiringly. "You're getting better at Transfiguration."
Hermione sighed. "That's the crux of the matter, I don't know how I did it."
Harry was a little stunned, until Ron muttered something "Animagus." It dawned on him.
"The effect is so obvious?" he said in surprise.
According to Sirius, learning Animagus will greatly promote Transfiguration.
"It's not entirely the role of Animagus, I already have the foundation." Hermione thought for a while, and said seriously: "If you cast spells separately, such as the deformation of eyebrows, teeth, hair... I can do it all. It was great, but putting it all together would be a problem every now and then. But now that's solved."
"Isn't that great? You've improved," said Harry.
"Not good, because new problems have arisen." Hermione said tangled. "I don't know how I did it. In fact, during the daytime training, I have some instincts from time to time, and it is encouraging me. Do something uncertain."
"Sounds scary," Harry said dryly, as if he had experienced it this morning, but he was more exaggerated than Hermione, and he blew up a Forbidden Forest. "Then what are you going to do?"
He remembered what Professor Bagshot had said, and he thought—even if Professor Bagshot wanted to teach Hermione, they probably wouldn't get along.
"Of course it's reading. I'm going to find out the book about Transfiguration that I've read before and study it again."
Hermione said, "That's right!" She looked at Harry with certainty, the look on her face when she came up with the reference answers countless times.
"Leave her alone, Harry, she's asking for trouble," said Ron.
"It's not!" Hermione raised her eyebrows, stood up and stared at him condescendingly, "I have finished reading the Transfiguration textbooks for grades one to four, and I can tell you that just now, I have a lot of new insights. !Harry,
I suggest you do the same in the future. "After speaking, she picked up the book and strode away.
Harry looked at her and said to himself in confusion: "You mean, Hermione really has mastered the principles of the magic she knows?" Is this the secret of her ability to control her own magic so easily?
He looked at Ron, and Ron lowered his head again, returning to that incredible expression on his face. Harry stared at the contents of the box on his lap, some kind of knitted fabric lying in the colored filler paper.
"I've wanted to ask for a long time, what is that?"
"Oh, nothing," Ron said flatly, but Harry bet he absolutely wanted to ask the question himself. "It was a gift from Fred and George, and I'm amazed that they remember my birthday," he said.
Harry leaned in and found that the contents of the box were a pair of gloves, especially the fingertips that seemed to be extra thick, wrapped in red yarn several times, and looked like some kind of frog's flippers.
It fits the character of Fred and George very well.
Harry was in a good mood as he imagined Ron hanging out in the flipper gloves. It was only when Ron took the glove out of the padding that Harry realized he was wrong.
This birthday present is more exciting than he imagined. The ten fingertips of the gloves are exquisite little people's heads. Ron put the gloves on, stared at himself for a few seconds, then showed it to Harry blankly. Harry's eyes fell on the only outlier among the ten fingers: on the thumb of his left hand, the hair on the little man's head was not red, but black.
"This is me?" Harry asked in surprise. He stared at it for a long time, but couldn't find any resemblance to himself. He could only guess based on the color.
"That's right," Ron twitched his left thumb, and the little man on the glove looked like it was dancing, swaying from side to side. "This is Ginny." He gestured his right thumb again, and Harry could only see a trace of Ginny in the little man's long hair.
He looked at the other fingers again, vaguely recognizing the shadows of the Weasleys.
Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Percy Harry, half moved, half jealous, he thought greedily, if it were his own gift, but Fred and George could He put it in, and it made his heart feel hot.
"Look at this! Fred and George added new features," said Ron, bending his left thumb
—That is to say, the little man representing Harry suddenly screamed:
"Snape, Snape, Severus Snape, big greasy bat."
Harry was startled and glanced left and right with a guilty conscience. This voice was 80 or 90% similar to him. In a trance, he thought he was talking, but after being frightened, he knew that it was Fred and George. Harry couldn't help laughing.
"How's it going?" Ron looked at him with a smile, and seemed satisfied with the effect.
"I think you should show Snape," Harry said calmly.
"Oh—" Ron pouted, deciding not to take it. "Look at Ginny—Fred and George didn't tell me exactly what it was, let me come back and try it myself, but with their personalities—" He bent his right thumb.
A new voice appeared—
"I love broomsticks! I love Harry Potter!"
The excited voice that was almost like Ginny's reverberated in the lounge.
Harry and Ron stared at each other. "Oh," Ron said softly, looking caught off guard. He cleared his throat, "Let's try Fred and George again, it won't be a good word, it's in line with his raised eyebrows and two middle fingers at Harry.
The little man on the **** made a movement of taking off his hat. This time, the voice he made was the most like himself.
"Fred (George) say hello and have a nice life." Harry could barely imagine the twins grinning in front of him.
"How is it, man? It's not me giving you the middle finger, I guess that's how Fred and George have positioned themselves." Ron said warily, but Harry was amazed. "It's wonderful."
The next morning, at dinner in the Great Hall, Hermione's bag was even more bloated, and she suddenly asked, "By the way, Harry—I haven't asked you yet, how is Professor Dumbledore's class, what's new? ?"
"Meeting a lot of friends he made in school," Harry muttered, pressing the mandrake blade under his tongue and sipping the pumpkin porridge, which he was very familiar with.
At this moment, the Creevey brothers passed them, greeted them kindly, and then went round and sat down with their friends.
"For example, Elphias Dorje, who entered the same year as Dumbledore - I personally think he's a huge admirer of the Headmaster," Harry continued, following the Creevey brothers until they sat down: " And Nick LeMay, Bathilda Bagshot, Adebe Waughlin—"
"Who is that, Adebe or something?" interrupted Ron, who was chewing his food carefully with his right side teeth.
"Adebe Waughlin, an expert on magical theory." Hermione said quickly: "And what about, Harry?"
Harry hesitated. "And Dumbledore's brother."
Ron choked, he hurriedly covered his mouth, and after a while he whispered, "That pig's head bar owner?" , did they look alike when they went to school?"
Harry thought for a moment and nodded slightly.
"I think it's pretty similar."
"Think about it, a Dumbledore-looking little slob," said Ron happily, looking at the teacher's table.
Precisely," Harry couldn't help explaining, "you can tell these two people at a glance, they are very different personalities, Aberforth - I mean Dumbledore's brother, he is not very fond of reading, and his face is very different. He always had a provocative expression on his face. If it weren't for Dumbledore's brother, he'd be sure to get a lot of beatings"
"But from our brief contact, their relationship doesn't seem to be very good." Hermione said softly.
"Yeah," said Harry, also looking at the long dining table, where Dumbledore was talking to Hagrid, with Professors Hepp and Bagshot listening intently. He changed the subject and said, "Hermione, I want to ask, have you ever tried to use all your magical powers, like blowing up a forbidden forest?"
"Definitely a ruthless character, Dumbledore," Hagrid said in a low, humming voice, "I found out when I got up in the morning and inspected the Forbidden Forest, and a large piece of the Forbidden Forest was damaged, I can't imagine what it was. What creatures do, even giants can't do, must be some dark wizard with evil intentions"
Felix and Grindelwald, who could hear clearly beside them, looked thoughtful.
"Hogwarts has upgraded a new defense system. If outsiders sneak in, they will definitely be discovered." Felix said softly.
"That's right," Dumbledore agreed. "Let me handle this." He glanced at Grindelwald. "It may be caused by a professor practicing magic in private. I will warn him."
"Oh, I thought—" said Hagrid, shaking his head, "you really should see, the scene is scarier than I said, the centaurs are worried, it's so close to their tribe." When his eyes turned to Felix At that time, he froze for a moment, revealing a sharp look.
"Not me," Felix said immediately.
"Of course, how could..." Hagrid said falteringly, but from the look on his face it was clear he didn't fully believe it.
"Use your brains, Hagrid," Felix said meaningfully. "We've known each other for over ten years."
Grindelwald casually turned to a page of Who Will Decide on Ancient Runes.
Hagrid froze for a moment. "Since you say that, I do remember something. Well, he mentioned it to me when I visited Professor Kettleburn some time ago. He settled in Hogsmeade after he retired, and I occasionally Going to visit him for advice or something, you know, classroom seven is closed, Scamander…”
"I know."
Felix interrupted. Sylvanus Kettleborn was Hagrid's former Fantastic Creatures professor.
"He took you to the Forbidden Forest a few times, in..." Hagrid suddenly got stuck, "cough, the years you stayed at school. Kettleborn thought you would develop in the direction of Fantastic Beasts, Turns out you're only interested in parts of the knowledge, like the manticore's spell-resistant skin, and asking where there are places that sell clothing made of that material."
"Just to satisfy curiosity," Felix said dryly.
"It sounds like Ketelborn took it seriously, and he moved the manticore to a more remote location immediately after that," Hagrid gruffly said. "It took a lot of effort."
"Everyone had unrealistic fantasies when they were young. At least I don't need it now."
"Yeah, I remember Keitelborn also said that his best hope for a while was a safe retirement," Hagrid said with emotion. "Unfortunately, he only got half of his wish." One hand and one leg..."
Dumbledore asked kindly: "Is Sylva's legs still good? I gave him a whole set of enchanted wooden prosthetics when he retired, but he is said to have developed a habit of visiting the Dragon Sanctuary shortly thereafter."
Felix turned his head to the other side and asked Slughorn, who was uncomfortable (since he was sitting next to Grindelwald), "Professor Slughorn, I'm going to plan a dinner party that will invite a lot of people. Potions Master. You are the undisputed leader~www.novelhall.com~ What are your plans lately?"
Slughorn wiped his mouth with a velvet handkerchief reservedly.
"Oh, oh, I've been very busy lately, boy," he said immediately. "Since you invited me, I'll definitely make time. Can I ask who you invited?"
"I think... Severus, Damocles, Dorothea—" "Dorothea Boham?
Slughorn asked in surprise, "Can you invite her?"
"Yeah, I think so. There are also the president and some members of the Extraordinary Apothecary Association, some people from the St. Mungo's Magical Medical Association, a few Ministry of Magic officials..." Felix said slowly: "I'm thinking about it. Whether or not to invite the Alchemy Association, I don’t think it matters much, and those potion masters abroad”
"Are you sure? I mean, you know so many people?" said Slughorn, wide-eyed in horror.
"Well, I'm not really familiar with it, but I know people at the local Ministry of Magic who can send invitations on my behalf. Also, I'm confident in what I've come up with," Felix said lightly.
Slughorn froze for a moment and said dreamily, "I'm starting to wonder about your party.
Dumbledore, who was whispering to Hagrid, raised his head, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he had just hit a wonderful serve in a ten-pin bowling scene.
"I hate ancient runes." Grindelwald stared at the magazine in his hand and whispered.
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When Harry returned to the lounge, the students were almost gone, and he saw that Ron and Hermione were still there and walked over. Ron was staring at the box on his lap in a daze, with a shocked expression on his face. Harry was about to speak when Hermione suddenly slammed the book that stood up on the table, making a loud noise.
"Ro- uh, what's the matter with you, Hermione?"
"Too bad! It's the first time I've ever experienced this feeling, like I'm out of control," Hermione said irritably, and Harry looked at Ron inexplicably, hoping for a hint.
"Transfiguration..." Ron muttered, sounding unhappy.
"Well, that's right," Hermione said to Harry, but she didn't explain it in detail, instead she pointed her wand at herself, "Tell me - my sanity tells me I can't, because I haven't figured it out yet, but …”
Harry stared at her, and for a few seconds he thought Hermione was joking with him, but he opened his mouth slowly.
Hermione's face began to deform. Not a particularly noticeable change, but every detail has been tweaked a little, the lines on her face are softer, the brows are flatter, the tiny blemishes on her cheeks are gone...
In a word, the knowledge they learned and hadn't learned in the Transfiguration class during this time was perfectly displayed.
Hermione bared her teeth at him, so Harry noticed that her slightly protruding front teeth had also shrunk, and the whole face looked very pleasing to the eye, almost like a different person.
"Wow," Harry said admiringly. "You're getting better at Transfiguration."
Hermione sighed. "That's the crux of the matter, I don't know how I did it."
Harry was a little stunned, until Ron muttered something "Animagus." It dawned on him.
"The effect is so obvious?" he said in surprise.
According to Sirius, learning Animagus will greatly promote Transfiguration.
"It's not entirely the role of Animagus, I already have the foundation." Hermione thought for a while, and said seriously: "If you cast spells separately, such as the deformation of eyebrows, teeth, hair... I can do it all. It was great, but putting it all together would be a problem every now and then. But now that's solved."
"Isn't that great? You've improved," said Harry.
"Not good, because new problems have arisen." Hermione said tangled. "I don't know how I did it. In fact, during the daytime training, I have some instincts from time to time, and it is encouraging me. Do something uncertain."
"Sounds scary," Harry said dryly, as if he had experienced it this morning, but he was more exaggerated than Hermione, and he blew up a Forbidden Forest. "Then what are you going to do?"
He remembered what Professor Bagshot had said, and he thought—even if Professor Bagshot wanted to teach Hermione, they probably wouldn't get along.
"Of course it's reading. I'm going to find out the book about Transfiguration that I've read before and study it again."
Hermione said, "That's right!" She looked at Harry with certainty, the look on her face when she came up with the reference answers countless times.
"Leave her alone, Harry, she's asking for trouble," said Ron.
"It's not!" Hermione raised her eyebrows, stood up and stared at him condescendingly, "I have finished reading the Transfiguration textbooks for grades one to four, and I can tell you that just now, I have a lot of new insights. !Harry,
I suggest you do the same in the future. "After speaking, she picked up the book and strode away.
Harry looked at her and said to himself in confusion: "You mean, Hermione really has mastered the principles of the magic she knows?" Is this the secret of her ability to control her own magic so easily?
He looked at Ron, and Ron lowered his head again, returning to that incredible expression on his face. Harry stared at the contents of the box on his lap, some kind of knitted fabric lying in the colored filler paper.
"I've wanted to ask for a long time, what is that?"
"Oh, nothing," Ron said flatly, but Harry bet he absolutely wanted to ask the question himself. "It was a gift from Fred and George, and I'm amazed that they remember my birthday," he said.
Harry leaned in and found that the contents of the box were a pair of gloves, especially the fingertips that seemed to be extra thick, wrapped in red yarn several times, and looked like some kind of frog's flippers.
It fits the character of Fred and George very well.
Harry was in a good mood as he imagined Ron hanging out in the flipper gloves. It was only when Ron took the glove out of the padding that Harry realized he was wrong.
This birthday present is more exciting than he imagined. The ten fingertips of the gloves are exquisite little people's heads. Ron put the gloves on, stared at himself for a few seconds, then showed it to Harry blankly. Harry's eyes fell on the only outlier among the ten fingers: on the thumb of his left hand, the hair on the little man's head was not red, but black.
"This is me?" Harry asked in surprise. He stared at it for a long time, but couldn't find any resemblance to himself. He could only guess based on the color.
"That's right," Ron twitched his left thumb, and the little man on the glove looked like it was dancing, swaying from side to side. "This is Ginny." He gestured his right thumb again, and Harry could only see a trace of Ginny in the little man's long hair.
He looked at the other fingers again, vaguely recognizing the shadows of the Weasleys.
Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Percy Harry, half moved, half jealous, he thought greedily, if it were his own gift, but Fred and George could He put it in, and it made his heart feel hot.
"Look at this! Fred and George added new features," said Ron, bending his left thumb
—That is to say, the little man representing Harry suddenly screamed:
"Snape, Snape, Severus Snape, big greasy bat."
Harry was startled and glanced left and right with a guilty conscience. This voice was 80 or 90% similar to him. In a trance, he thought he was talking, but after being frightened, he knew that it was Fred and George. Harry couldn't help laughing.
"How's it going?" Ron looked at him with a smile, and seemed satisfied with the effect.
"I think you should show Snape," Harry said calmly.
"Oh—" Ron pouted, deciding not to take it. "Look at Ginny—Fred and George didn't tell me exactly what it was, let me come back and try it myself, but with their personalities—" He bent his right thumb.
A new voice appeared—
"I love broomsticks! I love Harry Potter!"
The excited voice that was almost like Ginny's reverberated in the lounge.
Harry and Ron stared at each other. "Oh," Ron said softly, looking caught off guard. He cleared his throat, "Let's try Fred and George again, it won't be a good word, it's in line with his raised eyebrows and two middle fingers at Harry.
The little man on the **** made a movement of taking off his hat. This time, the voice he made was the most like himself.
"Fred (George) say hello and have a nice life." Harry could barely imagine the twins grinning in front of him.
"How is it, man? It's not me giving you the middle finger, I guess that's how Fred and George have positioned themselves." Ron said warily, but Harry was amazed. "It's wonderful."
The next morning, at dinner in the Great Hall, Hermione's bag was even more bloated, and she suddenly asked, "By the way, Harry—I haven't asked you yet, how is Professor Dumbledore's class, what's new? ?"
"Meeting a lot of friends he made in school," Harry muttered, pressing the mandrake blade under his tongue and sipping the pumpkin porridge, which he was very familiar with.
At this moment, the Creevey brothers passed them, greeted them kindly, and then went round and sat down with their friends.
"For example, Elphias Dorje, who entered the same year as Dumbledore - I personally think he's a huge admirer of the Headmaster," Harry continued, following the Creevey brothers until they sat down: " And Nick LeMay, Bathilda Bagshot, Adebe Waughlin—"
"Who is that, Adebe or something?" interrupted Ron, who was chewing his food carefully with his right side teeth.
"Adebe Waughlin, an expert on magical theory." Hermione said quickly: "And what about, Harry?"
Harry hesitated. "And Dumbledore's brother."
Ron choked, he hurriedly covered his mouth, and after a while he whispered, "That pig's head bar owner?" , did they look alike when they went to school?"
Harry thought for a moment and nodded slightly.
"I think it's pretty similar."
"Think about it, a Dumbledore-looking little slob," said Ron happily, looking at the teacher's table.
Precisely," Harry couldn't help explaining, "you can tell these two people at a glance, they are very different personalities, Aberforth - I mean Dumbledore's brother, he is not very fond of reading, and his face is very different. He always had a provocative expression on his face. If it weren't for Dumbledore's brother, he'd be sure to get a lot of beatings"
"But from our brief contact, their relationship doesn't seem to be very good." Hermione said softly.
"Yeah," said Harry, also looking at the long dining table, where Dumbledore was talking to Hagrid, with Professors Hepp and Bagshot listening intently. He changed the subject and said, "Hermione, I want to ask, have you ever tried to use all your magical powers, like blowing up a forbidden forest?"
"Definitely a ruthless character, Dumbledore," Hagrid said in a low, humming voice, "I found out when I got up in the morning and inspected the Forbidden Forest, and a large piece of the Forbidden Forest was damaged, I can't imagine what it was. What creatures do, even giants can't do, must be some dark wizard with evil intentions"
Felix and Grindelwald, who could hear clearly beside them, looked thoughtful.
"Hogwarts has upgraded a new defense system. If outsiders sneak in, they will definitely be discovered." Felix said softly.
"That's right," Dumbledore agreed. "Let me handle this." He glanced at Grindelwald. "It may be caused by a professor practicing magic in private. I will warn him."
"Oh, I thought—" said Hagrid, shaking his head, "you really should see, the scene is scarier than I said, the centaurs are worried, it's so close to their tribe." When his eyes turned to Felix At that time, he froze for a moment, revealing a sharp look.
"Not me," Felix said immediately.
"Of course, how could..." Hagrid said falteringly, but from the look on his face it was clear he didn't fully believe it.
"Use your brains, Hagrid," Felix said meaningfully. "We've known each other for over ten years."
Grindelwald casually turned to a page of Who Will Decide on Ancient Runes.
Hagrid froze for a moment. "Since you say that, I do remember something. Well, he mentioned it to me when I visited Professor Kettleburn some time ago. He settled in Hogsmeade after he retired, and I occasionally Going to visit him for advice or something, you know, classroom seven is closed, Scamander…”
"I know."
Felix interrupted. Sylvanus Kettleborn was Hagrid's former Fantastic Creatures professor.
"He took you to the Forbidden Forest a few times, in..." Hagrid suddenly got stuck, "cough, the years you stayed at school. Kettleborn thought you would develop in the direction of Fantastic Beasts, Turns out you're only interested in parts of the knowledge, like the manticore's spell-resistant skin, and asking where there are places that sell clothing made of that material."
"Just to satisfy curiosity," Felix said dryly.
"It sounds like Ketelborn took it seriously, and he moved the manticore to a more remote location immediately after that," Hagrid gruffly said. "It took a lot of effort."
"Everyone had unrealistic fantasies when they were young. At least I don't need it now."
"Yeah, I remember Keitelborn also said that his best hope for a while was a safe retirement," Hagrid said with emotion. "Unfortunately, he only got half of his wish." One hand and one leg..."
Dumbledore asked kindly: "Is Sylva's legs still good? I gave him a whole set of enchanted wooden prosthetics when he retired, but he is said to have developed a habit of visiting the Dragon Sanctuary shortly thereafter."
Felix turned his head to the other side and asked Slughorn, who was uncomfortable (since he was sitting next to Grindelwald), "Professor Slughorn, I'm going to plan a dinner party that will invite a lot of people. Potions Master. You are the undisputed leader~www.novelhall.com~ What are your plans lately?"
Slughorn wiped his mouth with a velvet handkerchief reservedly.
"Oh, oh, I've been very busy lately, boy," he said immediately. "Since you invited me, I'll definitely make time. Can I ask who you invited?"
"I think... Severus, Damocles, Dorothea—" "Dorothea Boham?
Slughorn asked in surprise, "Can you invite her?"
"Yeah, I think so. There are also the president and some members of the Extraordinary Apothecary Association, some people from the St. Mungo's Magical Medical Association, a few Ministry of Magic officials..." Felix said slowly: "I'm thinking about it. Whether or not to invite the Alchemy Association, I don’t think it matters much, and those potion masters abroad”
"Are you sure? I mean, you know so many people?" said Slughorn, wide-eyed in horror.
"Well, I'm not really familiar with it, but I know people at the local Ministry of Magic who can send invitations on my behalf. Also, I'm confident in what I've come up with," Felix said lightly.
Slughorn froze for a moment and said dreamily, "I'm starting to wonder about your party.
Dumbledore, who was whispering to Hagrid, raised his head, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he had just hit a wonderful serve in a ten-pin bowling scene.
"I hate ancient runes." Grindelwald stared at the magazine in his hand and whispered.
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When Harry returned to the lounge, the students were almost gone, and he saw that Ron and Hermione were still there and walked over. Ron was staring at the box on his lap in a daze, with a shocked expression on his face. Harry was about to speak when Hermione suddenly slammed the book that stood up on the table, making a loud noise."Ro- uh, what's the matter with you, Hermione?""Too bad! It's the first time I've ever experienced this feeling, like I'm out of control," Hermione said irritably, and Harry looked at Ron inexplicably, hoping for a hint."Transfiguration..." Ron muttered, sounding unhappy."Well, that's right," Hermione said to Harry, but she didn't explain it in detail, instead she pointed her wand at herself, "Tell me - my sanity tells me I can't, because I haven't figured it out yet, but Harry stared at her, and for a few seconds he thought Hermione was joking with him, but he opened his mouth slowly.Hermione's face began to deform. Not a particularly noticeable change, but every detail has been tweaked a little, the lines on her face are softer, the brows are flatter, the tiny blemishes on her cheeks are gone...In a word, the knowledge they learned and hadn't learned in the Transfiguration class during this time was perfectly displayed.Hermione bared her teeth at him, so Harry noticed that her slightly protruding front teeth had also shrunk, and the whole face looked very pleasing to the eye, almost like a different person."Wow," Harry said admiringly. "You're getting better at Transfiguration."Hermione sighed. "That's the crux of the matter, I don't know how I did it."Harry was a little stunned, until Ron muttered something "Animagus." It dawned on him."The effect is so obvious?" he said in surprise.According to Sirius, learning Animagus will greatly promote Transfiguration."It's not entirely the role of Animagus, I already have the foundation." Hermione thought for a while, and said seriously: "If you cast spells separately, such as the deformation of eyebrows, teeth, hair... I can do it all. It was great, but putting it all together would be a problem every now and then. But now that's solved.""Isn't that great? You've improved," said Harry."Not good, because new problems have arisen." Hermione said tangled. "I don't know how I did it. In fact, during the daytime training, I have some instincts from time to time, and it is encouraging me. Do something uncertain.""Sounds scary," Harry said dryly, as if he had experienced it this morning, but he was more exaggerated than Hermione, and he blew up a Forbidden Forest. "Then what are you going to do?"He remembered what Professor Bagshot had said, and he thoughteven if Professor Bagshot wanted to teach Hermione, they probably wouldn't get along."Of course it's reading. I'm going to find out the book about Transfiguration that I've read before and study it again."Hermione said, "That's right!" She looked at Harry with certainty, the look on her face when she came up with the reference answers countless times."Leave her alone, Harry, she's asking for trouble," said Ron."It's not!" Hermione raised her eyebrows, stood up and stared at him condescendingly, "I have finished reading the Transfiguration textbooks for grades one to four, and I can tell you that just now, I have a lot of new insights. !Harry,I suggest you do the same in the future. "After speaking, she picked up the book and strode away.Harry looked at her and said to himself in confusion: "You mean, Hermione really has mastered the principles of the magic she knows?" Is this the secret of her ability to control her own magic so easily?He looked at Ron, and Ron lowered his head again, returning to that incredible expression on his face. Harry stared at the contents of the box on his lap, some kind of knitted fabric lying in the colored filler paper."I've wanted to ask for a long time, what is that?""Oh, nothing," Ron said flatly, but Harry bet he absolutely wanted to ask the question himself. "It was a gift from Fred and George, and I'm amazed that they remember my birthday," he said.Harry leaned in and found that the contents of the box were a pair of gloves, especially the fingertips that seemed to be extra thick, wrapped in red yarn several times, and looked like some kind of frog's flippers.It fits the character of Fred and George very well.Harry was in a good mood as he imagined Ron hanging out in the flipper gloves. It was only when Ron took the glove out of the padding that Harry realized he was wrong.This birthday present is more exciting than he imagined. The ten fingertips of the gloves are exquisite little people's heads. Ron put the gloves on, stared at himself for a few seconds, then showed it to Harry blankly. Harry's eyes fell on the only outlier among the ten fingers: on the thumb of his left hand, the hair on the little man's head was not red, but black."This is me?" Harry asked in surprise. He stared at it for a long time, but couldn't find any resemblance to himself. He could only guess based on the color."That's right," Ron twitched his left thumb, and the little man on the glove looked like it was dancing, swaying from side to side. "This is Ginny." He gestured his right thumb again, and Harry could only see a trace of Ginny in the little man's long hair.He looked at the other fingers again, vaguely recognizing the shadows of the Weasleys.Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Percy Harry, half moved, half jealous, he thought greedily, if it were his own gift, but Fred and George could He put it in, and it made his heart feel hot."Look at this! Fred and George added new features," said Ron, bending his left thumbThat is to say, the little man representing Harry suddenly screamed:"Snape, Snape, Severus Snape, big greasy bat."Harry was startled and glanced left and right with a guilty conscience. This voice was 80 or 90% similar to him. In a trance, he thought he was talking, but after being frightened, he knew that it was Fred and George. Harry couldn't help laughing."How's it going?" Ron looked at him with a smile, and seemed satisfied with the effect."I think you should show Snape," Harry said calmly."Oh" Ron pouted, deciding not to take it. "Look at GinnyFred and George didn't tell me exactly what it was, let me come back and try it myself, but with their personalities" He bent his right thumb.A new voice appeared"I love broomsticks! I love Harry Potter!"The excited voice that was almost like Ginny's reverberated in the lounge.Harry and Ron stared at each other. "Oh," Ron said softly, looking caught off guard. He cleared his throat, "Let's try Fred and George again, it won't be a good word, it's in line with his raised eyebrows and two middle fingers at Harry.The little man on the **** made a movement of taking off his hat. This time, the voice he made was the most like himself."Fred George say hello and have a nice life." Harry could barely imagine the twins grinning in front of him."How is it, man? It's not me giving you the middle finger, I guess that's how Fred and George have positioned themselves." Ron said warily, but Harry was amazed. "It's wonderful."The next morning, at dinner in the Great Hall, Hermione's bag was even more bloated, and she suddenly asked, "By the way, HarryI haven't asked you yet, how is Professor Dumbledore's class, what's new? ?""Meeting a lot of friends he made in school," Harry muttered, pressing the mandrake blade under his tongue and sipping the pumpkin porridge, which he was very familiar with.At this moment, the Creevey brothers passed them, greeted them kindly, and then went round and sat down with their friends."For example, Elphias Dorje, who entered the same year as Dumbledore - I personally think he's a huge admirer of the Headmaster," Harry continued, following the Creevey brothers until they sat down: " And Nick LeMay, Bathilda Bagshot, Adebe Waughlin""Who is that, Adebe or something?" interrupted Ron, who was chewing his food carefully with his right side teeth."Adebe Waughlin, an expert on magical theory." Hermione said quickly: "And what about, Harry?"Harry hesitated. "And Dumbledore's brother."Ron choked, he hurriedly covered his mouth, and after a while he whispered, "That pig's head bar owner?" , did they look alike when they went to school?"Harry thought for a moment and nodded slightly."I think it's pretty similar.""Think about it, a Dumbledore-looking little slob," said Ron happily, looking at the teacher's table.Precisely," Harry couldn't help explaining, "you can tell these two people at a glance, they are very different personalities, Aberforth - I mean Dumbledore's brother, he is not very fond of reading, and his face is very different. He always had a provocative expression on his face. If it weren't for Dumbledore's brother, he'd be sure to get a lot of beatings""But from our brief contact, their relationship doesn't seem to be very good." Hermione said softly."Yeah," said Harry, also looking at the long dining table, where Dumbledore was talking to Hagrid, with Professors Hepp and Bagshot listening intently. He changed the subject and said, "Hermione, I want to ask, have you ever tried to use all your magical powers, like blowing up a forbidden forest?""Definitely a ruthless character, Dumbledore," Hagrid said in a low, humming voice, "I found out when I got up in the morning and inspected the Forbidden Forest, and a large piece of the Forbidden Forest was damaged, I can't imagine what it was. What creatures do, even giants can't do, must be some dark wizard with evil intentions"Felix and Grindelwald, who could hear clearly beside them, looked thoughtful."Hogwarts has upgraded a new defense system. If outsiders sneak in, they will definitely be discovered." Felix said softly."That's right," Dumbledore agreed. "Let me handle this." He glanced at Grindelwald. "It may be caused by a professor practicing magic in private. I will warn him.""Oh, I thought" said Hagrid, shaking his head, "you really should see, the scene is scarier than I said, the centaurs are worried, it's so close to their tribe." When his eyes turned to Felix At that time, he froze for a moment, revealing a sharp look."Not me," Felix said immediately."Of course, how could..." Hagrid said falteringly, but from the look on his face it was clear he didn't fully believe it."Use your brains, Hagrid," Felix said meaningfully. "We've known each other for over ten years."Grindelwald casually turned to a page of Who Will Decide on Ancient Runes.Hagrid froze for a moment. "Since you say that, I do remember something. Well, he mentioned it to me when I visited Professor Kettleburn some time ago. He settled in Hogsmeade after he retired, and I occasionally Going to visit him for advice or something, you know, classroom seven is closed, Scamander"I know."Felix interrupted. Sylvanus Kettleborn was Hagrid's former Fantastic Creatures professor."He took you to the Forbidden Forest a few times, in..." Hagrid suddenly got stuck, "cough, the years you stayed at school. Kettleborn thought you would develop in the direction of Fantastic Beasts, Turns out you're only interested in parts of the knowledge, like the manticore's spell-resistant skin, and asking where there are places that sell clothing made of that material.""Just to satisfy curiosity," Felix said dryly."It sounds like Ketelborn took it seriously, and he moved the manticore to a more remote location immediately after that," Hagrid gruffly said. "It took a lot of effort.""Everyone had unrealistic fantasies when they were young. At least I don't need it now.""Yeah, I remember Keitelborn also said that his best hope for a while was a safe retirement," Hagrid said with emotion. "Unfortunately, he only got half of his wish." One hand and one leg..."Dumbledore asked kindly: "Is Sylva's legs still good? I gave him a whole set of enchanted wooden prosthetics when he retired, but he is said to have developed a habit of visiting the Dragon Sanctuary shortly thereafter."Felix turned his head to the other side and asked Slughorn, who was uncomfortable since he was sitting next to Grindelwald, "Professor Slughorn, I'm going to plan a dinner party that will invite a lot of people. Potions Master. You are the undisputed leader~www.novelhall.com~ What are your plans lately?"Slughorn wiped his mouth with a velvet handkerchief reservedly."Oh, oh, I've been very busy lately, boy," he said immediately. "Since you invited me, I'll definitely make time. Can I ask who you invited?""I think... Severus, Damocles, Dorothea" "Dorothea Boham?Slughorn asked in surprise, "Can you invite her?""Yeah, I think so. There are also the president and some members of the Extraordinary Apothecary Association, some people from the St. Mungo's Magical Medical Association, a few Ministry of Magic officials..." Felix said slowly: "I'm thinking about it. Whether or not to invite the Alchemy Association, I don't think it matters much, and those potion masters abroad"Are you sure? I mean, you know so many people?" said Slughorn, wide-eyed in horror."Well, I'm not really familiar with it, but I know people at the local Ministry of Magic who can send invitations on my behalf. Also, I'm confident in what I've come up with," Felix said lightly.Slughorn froze for a moment and said dreamily, "I'm starting to wonder about your party.Dumbledore, who was whispering to Hagrid, raised his head, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he had just hit a wonderful serve in a ten-pin bowling scene."I hate ancient runes." Grindelwald stared at the magazine in his hand and whispered.https://Genius remembers the address of this site in one second: . Mobile version reading website:
