After a few days, in the memories of this group of Hogwarts students, the style of today's end dinner was very different from previous years.

Instead of hanging giant banners to celebrate, under the starlit ceiling, many light lights flow through the auditorium, casting mottled irregular fragments of light and shadow on the floor, and if you keep your eyes on the swirling and jumping light and shadow, you will easily fall into a wonderful illusion.

The auditorium was decorated in blue and bronze to celebrate their re-victory in the House Cup. The light and shadow on the wall behind the guest of honor floated, as if countless bronze points of light converged on the wall, turning into an eagle soaring high above the unreached peak.

But at that long table, unlike the old wizards who had all sorts of sumptuous dishes in front of them, they no longer had to get up and struggle to reach for food far away from them, nor did they have to walk around looking for their favorite food.

Just as in the Goblet of Fire to entertain Beauxbatons and Durmstrang College, a set of Ravenclaw porcelain cutlery was placed in front of everyone, silver knives and forks were neatly placed aside, and a menu depicting wonderful magic patterns was placed in front of everyone, and the corresponding dishes would be spelled by the house-elves to make them appear on the plate with a simple tap on the name of their favorite dish.

In such a magical and elegant environment, the young wizards of Hogwarts were attracted by these novel arrangements, but they were also embarrassed to make a loud noise in the Great Hall as before, so as not to spoil the magical atmosphere of the Great Hall and the wonderful feeling it brought to them.

Except for the occasional rustling whisper, the Great Hall was much quieter than when Dumbledore, who was born in Gryffindor, was the Headmaster.

Behind a long table in the staff seat at the top of the cafeteria, except for the position of the largest white wizard, who sat a white-haired young wizard, the other professors and staff did not change much, except for the Hogwarts janitor Argus Filch who also got a seat today, unlike the usual sloppy and sloppy today, he looked deliberately dressed up and was sitting next to the librarian Irma Pins, looking very nervous and restrained - the skinny one he raised, The gray-haired cat, Lady Loris, was staring at the students below with bulging eyes like a light bulb, but a new blue bow tied around her neck made it look a little cuter than usual.

When some desserts appeared on the long table after everyone had eaten their heart's content, Alan stood up and walked up to the golden owl's podium, allowing the owl's wings to spread out and prop it up with his hands.

"Another year has passed. Allen's voice was not loud, but it seemed to ring in the ears of every student, "Before enjoying these sweet desserts, I must trouble you to listen to the clichés of my new principal, I think your little brains must have been richer this year than in the past...... There's a whole summer vacation waiting for you, but unlike in previous years, I have to regret that I have to leave you a little homework......"

This caused some lamentation in the audience, especially the Gryffindors, who couldn't help but have some commotion.

"No, no, no need to lament, I don't want you to write thirty feet of parchment during the holidays... It's homework, and it's a small gift for you. Alan raised his hand, and the stars on the ceiling that turned into a starry sky seemed to fall from the sky, turning into countless small boxes and landing on the long table in front of the students.

They opened the box, revealing three oval-shaped leaves with serrated edges. In addition, there is a crystal medicine vial, some chrysalis that I don't know what bugs are, and a piece of parchment with notes written all over it.

Colin Creevey's younger brother, Dennis, poked his finger at the chrysalis curiously, "What is this?"

"It's the chrysalis of the grimace moth... This piece of paper is the traditional way to transform into an Animagus..."Neville, who participated in the intensive training class, was a little surprised, "Is it going to teach us to transform into an Animagus next year?

"I think a lot of people are aware of our family's accomplishments with the Animagus, and I recently found a way to make everyone succeed in becoming Animagus. Amid the snorkels' breaths, Alan said calmly, "These mandrake leaves, you used your summer vacation to hold at home... But if a gifted student finds that they have felt a second heart, don't transform... At the beginning of next semester, I will assist all of you in completing the transformation of the Animagus. ”

"Transfiguration Animagus is a very dangerous thing!" This caused Minerva McGonagall, the Transfiguration professor, to exclaim in surprise, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to oppose you, Headmaster Harris, but I think you and I both know the dangers involved... I don't think it's a good fit for children who are too young to take risks at this age, and Muggle students don't have a good idea of casting spells during the holidays..."

Professor McGonagall exclaimed that she had to force herself to soften herself, that the reason why she was still at Hogwarts was because she had been kicked out of the school, and that he wanted her to stay and take care of these young wizards, and that Dumbledore needed her anyway.

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall, I'm not going to joke with the lives of my students, I don't want any students to be unable to transform back or get stuck in a half-human, half-beast state when they transform... And don't worry about the Ministry of Magic's punishment for returning Muggle students for pointing their wands at their hearts during the holidays, and I emphasized this in my booklet, as long as you stay in your room and don't be seen while you practice - the spell itself doesn't have any light and shadow effects, so the Ministry of Magic is happy to give me the green light..."Alan looked at Professor McGonagall," And as a master of Transfiguration, I think Professor McGonagall has seen my research during the holidays, and I think you can fully understand the safety involved... In fact, I'm not going to force everyone to try this transformation method, because my transformation method is currently fixed to some animal species, and if anyone wants to try the more difficult traditional way of doing it themselves, or looking forward to venturing themselves to try the transformation of magical creatures, I would be happy for my students to have such a pioneering spirit..."

Ron let out a lament, and he sat in his seat in a huffy manner, watching sullenly as the Gryffindor wizards around him fiddled with the boxes they had received.

Ron couldn't contain the frustration in his heart, and sighed regretfully to Harry, "Alas... Merlin's... Ravenclaw's long hair! Not many people at Hogwarts can transform into Animagus, but I thought I could show off with this next semester... Now it seems that everyone can learn it, so what's so strange about this thing?"

"Don't worry, Ron, we're on the verge of success anyway, didn't we hear from Alan? His method of being able to transform with a high success rate is a fixed species, and we would still be unique if we did it ourselves, and when I can get to the Burrow during the holidays, I'll write to Hermione and ask her to lend us the Thunderbird." Harry lifted his big glasses, he knew that his good brother actually wanted to use this to make a show, but if Alan did find a transformation method with a very high success rate, it meant that they had some more advantages in the war against the mysterious people, which Harry was very happy to see.

"Finally, there are professors here," Allen's somewhat dignified voice sounded again, and the auditorium was quiet again, "for the teaching of the next semester, we have some new requirements and new teaching content, and now I will send you the materials of the new teaching content, please make good use of this summer vacation, arrange these new contents into your teaching materials reasonably, and prepare for teaching." As for the specific course arrangement, we will inform you separately at the beginning of the next semester..."

"Headmaster Harris—" Severus Snape, a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, spoke, much to the surprise of many, as he had been relatively silent before and after Dumbledore's death.

"Oh, Professor Snape, you see the name of the source?... Yes, I have someone else to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts next semester, and you will be my new dueling professor. Alan explained to Snape before he could speak, "That curse hasn't been broken, and I can't risk the safety of my professors." ”

"Wandless gesture technique?" Professor Flitwick asked, looking through the materials in front of him, "This technique of using gestures is somewhat similar to Vagado's characteristics, but this one of yours is a little different from what I have learned..."