The holiday season is coming to an end, and on the evening of the last day of the holiday, all the students are in the auditorium. Listen to Acting Principal McGonagall.

This is a Hogwarts convention and tradition.

As you can guess, the old lady still stresses a lot of boring, tedious security issues.

For example, tips to protect yourself from Death Eaters, werewolves, etc.

Even though this witch has been stressed many times.

And the students who chose to stay at school had what was probably the most dreary of their holidays in school, especially the senior students, who were under more pressure than ever to not only prepare for exams, but also to learn the more difficult magic of defense.

Occasionally, a few went to Hogsmeade to Hogwarts, and most of the shops were closed.

And the teachers also took the trouble to stress to them that they should try not to leave the school.

Soon, the New Year's break ended, and the students continued their classes for the next semester.

Clusters of candles still floated in the air of the auditorium, blooming eternally with just the right amount of light, as if they would never burn out.

The Christmas tree in the corner, filled with five-pointed stars and gifts, was removed, and the fancy decorations were put away.

Christmas is over, and everything is back to normal.

"Where has Severus gone? hasn't he come back yet?" Professor McGonagall sat in the faculty chair and saw a vacancy.

She hadn't seen Snape in a long time.

Ever since the man had given his colleagues gifts at Christmas, he had disappeared from Hogwarts and stepped onto the express train, without a trace

"Don't wait for him, he should be measured. Professor McGonagall looked around.

She was wearing her usual dark green robe, a black tall hat, and wrinkles crawling all over her face and arms with the erosion of time, and there was some exhaustion in her eyes.

Sitting in the middle of the teacher's seat, watching her students.

I don't know, how many will survive in the future?

There were also some conversations taking place at the long tables in the various colleges.

"Feels like you're a little different, Hermione?" Luna passed by Hermione briskly, then quickly stopped herself.

"And...... There's a very nasty smell on you, and ......" Luna's grey eyes stole a glance at the Slytherin table, hesitated, and then chose silence.

"Forget it, when I didn't say it. Luna said softly, then swayed over to an empty seat in Ravenclaw and sat down.

"She's still insane. Ron rolled his eyes and glanced at Luna in disgust, the girl was always chattering.

"I don't think you've changed...... Hermione. Harry looked at Hermione as well,

It's just that we haven't seen each other much during the holidays, and it won't change much.

For boys, the changes that need to be observed with the naked eye are estimated to be obvious to the point of changing the hairstyle.

Of course, Hermione's appearance hadn't changed in any way.

Still the same fluffy and messy short brown hair, amber eyes that sparkled with intelligence, and a simple Gryffindor uniform.

"Of course nothing has changed for me. ”

Of course this is a lie.

After actually learning the Animagus.

Especially in the early stage, it will be somewhat similar to the habits of animal forms, and it will inevitably be affected.

The blizzard came almost exactly as predicted, and her Animagus was done without a hitch.

However, she also paid some costs, for example, she was easily sleepy in the past few days, and she lay in bed for at least half a week to make up for sleep, so that she was not sleepy as usual

I slept enough today, otherwise I would have taken a leave of absence and stayed in the dormitory to continue to catch up on sleep.

But these are the minutiae.

She learned the Animagus and could begin the plan of surveillance.

And the person who is about to be watched is unconscious.

"Are you that fond of chocolate now, Draco?" Pansy said strangely as Pansy looked at Malfoy at the Slytherin table.

She saw the boy take a piece of chocolate-coated bread.

"Not like. He took a sip of the black tea to make the dry bread easier to swallow.

It's as if you're destroying some enemy.

"Actually, I'm putting up with it. Malfoy said earnestly, his eyes wandering over Snape's empty seat.

He knew that the man would not come back.

"Are you home this holiday?"

"The original home, I went to the manor and looked at it. ”

He had a perfunctory conversation, and the disclosure of this information was meaningless.

"Okay. Seeing that Malfoy's desire to reveal nothing was almost gone, Pansy had basically given up hope of prying something out of Malfoy's mouth, and her eyes were melancholy empty, looking at the plate in front of her, producing food, being taken, and being produced again, and being taken away again.

The cycle goes on and on until there is no more food to show up, not because the pokemon are not making enough, but because the mealtime is over.

Professor McGonagall stepped over to the podium.

"Christmas is over, it's not a very pleasant holiday," McGonagall's eyes roamed around, in a serious tone.

"Is she too sleepy?" Hermione said worriedly.

She was keenly aware that something was wrong.

I always felt that Professor McGonagall was weird today, and she didn't have the strength to speak.

Then his gaze unconsciously met Luna's eyes.

The girl's eyes were full of worry.

In the past, the duties of the headmaster were better, and the day-to-day things were now more troublesome, and he had to deal with many things, coordination, and the pressure of the Ministry of Magic.

"Prohibited Matters Article 7 ......"

With a thud, Professor McGonagall had said that the seventh prohibition had not been finished, and she fell, her withered hand trying to rest on the table, and then quickly slid down weakly.

"Professor McGonagall fainted!" shouted among the students, who was the first to shout

"Take her to the school hospital" Flitwick jumped on the table, ready to instruct the students not to panic, but suddenly began to struggle to control his expression.

"Hahahahaha......"

He soon began to laugh uncontrollably.

"Damn it. He took advantage of the laughter and scolded angrily.

It's not from emotional out-of-control, it's from the muscles of the throat part that are out of control.

He drew his wand and quickly pointed at his throat, then stopped.

The surrounding students watched in horror as his throat throbbed wildly with a visceral amplitude.

Flitwick, who was short, jumped off the table again and ran all the way out, and the unrestrained laughter was terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, the change made everyone stunned.

"Oh, that's what I'm talking about!" Trelawney screamed and got to her feet, kicking down her own stool.