Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The fog was thick and the bushes were overgrown.

On the edge of the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest, the visible range is slightly larger than that in the depths. The pale golden sunlight swayed by the sun is cut into bits of brilliance by the dense layers of leaves, entangled with the white fog. , like a veil sewn with golden threads, the mist floats, and the veil dances with it.

Under a tall oak tree, Hermione and Professor McGonagall were talking.

"I mentioned it as an extension in the previous Transfiguration course, Animagus is a very difficult magic, and the process of learning it requires great perseverance, great talent, and a little luck."

"Animagus is a magic that needs to be insisted on. The first part is very difficult. You need to call a leaf of Mandrake in your mouth during the first month of the year. Under no circumstances can he be caught. Swallow it or spit it out, and if you leave your mouth, it starts all over again."

"So Hermione, you should practice first and get used to having a piece of food in your mouth, otherwise you may make mistakes when eating and all your previous efforts will be lost."

"Then at the full moon..." Professor McGonagall said patiently.

"...Especially for one step, if there is no violent enough storm as an opportunity, as the last step, you have to wait all the time."

"With luck, after you're ready, there might be a storm that's enough for you to make this step, with bad luck, it might take a few years."

"That's not a rainstorm in the conventional sense. It has to be heavy. The bigger the rain, the higher the success rate."

"This holiday may only ensure that you are proficient in the previous steps."

"It takes a lot of effort to transform into an animal form. This is the price that must be paid."

"Of course, you're one of the smartest students I've ever taught, and I believe you can master it." Perhaps thinking that it might dampen Hermione's enthusiasm, Professor McGonagall changed her words abruptly and began to encourage Hermione again.

"I will teach you most of the time, at least to keep you from going astray."

"After all, some people are still groping, but they have turned into monsters, or can't change back to human form."

After all, it is a teaching, so in most cases, Professor McGonagall is talking, and Hermione just listens quietly.

"The first class is here,

If there is something you don't understand, you can ask after thinking about it. "

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Hermione muttered a little, with leaves in her mouth making it awkward to speak.

And the place where they practiced was getting farther and farther from the center of the forbidden forest, because the deeper they went, the evil that was overflowing all around felt almost impossible to breathe normally.

I don't know why, after explaining the main points, Professor McGonagall frowned, looked into the depths, and sighed: "Firenze is not exaggerating, but I haven't found the source of the problem at all."

The dense pressure is almost maddening, and the smell of evil is almost everywhere.

"Maybe you have to change places in the future. This area is really not suitable." Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at the surrounding environment, obviously becoming more and more disgusted with the evil in the Forbidden Forest.

She went deep, and then found nothing, and was pushed back by the increasing pressure.

The most critical problem is that she doesn't know what the problem is, if it's an evil creature, at least it has a form.

She had also used the spell "Revealed" to remove the disguise, but it didn't work, so she had to give it up.

"By the way, are you still used to being alone in the dormitory?" Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses and asked Hermione with concern. When talking privately, she would not put on a bitter face. hole.

"It's okay, Professor McGonagall," Hermione said softly.

In the next school year, she will be a sixth-grade student. The process of maturation and learning to endure loneliness is a road that must be passed. .

Maybe even more lonely

"By the way, today's practice is here."

"You come with me to the office, I have something for you"

The early practice of Animagus is quite boring, or it can't be regarded as practice, just the preparation of preconditions.

Hermione followed Professor McGonagall back to her office, and the old lady drew an envelope from under a large roll of parchment.

"This is your grade. Since your parents have traveled abroad, I won't send it to them, but will give it to you directly."

"Look, whether it's me or your parents, they'll be proud of you."

Hermione opened the envelope with anticipation, her hands trembling a little from nervousness.

Covering her mouth in disbelief, she almost screamed.

"11 O's, I'm very satisfied." Professor McGonagall praised rarely, with a slight smile on his wrinkled face

Even better than 12 O's.

She was known to hate Trelawney's divination lessons.

If you take all the courses, you have to take 12 exams.

And Hermione's eleven is very telling.

Hermione held up the report card and confirmed it repeatedly through the yellowish light.

"There is something wrong with my divination, and the actual combat of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I thought..." Hermione was still so happy that she wanted to cry.

She wanted to share this joy with her parents, but it was impossible.

"Silly boy." Professor McGonagall thought that Hermione was just happy because of her grades.

"Even excellence will allow some flaws. You have done a good job." The old lady said with a smile.

In the following period, Hermione spent what could be called a "leisure time" at Hogwarts

Anything is overkill, and Animagus is not a skill to waste all day practicing.

With mandrake leaves in her mouth, Hermione chose to spend time in the library.

Although it is a holiday, the library is still open.

The librarian, Mrs. Pince, was leaning all over on a red cloth seat with side panels. She was holding a copy of a Muggle popular love story and watching it with relish, choking and wiping it with her hands from time to time. with tears.

Seeing Hermione come in, Mrs. Pince quickly hid the book behind her.

Not surprising, because Professor McGonagall greeted her

Hermione really wanted to recommend to her a few more classic books in the Muggle world, but after thinking about it, popular literature also has the charm of popular literature, so there is not much to say.

She found a spot at random, sat down quickly, unfolded the book, and began to preview the knowledge she might have learned afterward.

For example, in Advanced Potions, Snape still likes to target Gryffindor.

He often asks simple questions to his own students, and challenges Gryffindor with difficult questions, mostly beyond the textbooks.

Harry was the one tormented the most, and Snape pretended not to see even Hermione's hands were almost up to the ceiling.

Of course, what she didn't know was that the person who would teach their sixth-grade potions class in the future was no longer Severus Snape.