"She's an old liar!"

After the divination class, walking on the road, Autumn commented.

"I can't say the same, I think she's still very standard.

For example, Eloise's prophecy, 'Beware of the wizard with an L in his name', isn't it? Marietta retorted.

"What do you think, William?"

"I don't know." William shrugged.

He never makes too many evaluations in areas he doesn't understand.

is not a professional, it is easy to be slapped in the face by others, he still understands this truth.

In general, there is still a polarized attitude towards the level of Professor Trelawney.

Some think she's amazing; Some people think she's just running trains with her mouth full of mouths, and she's an old liar.

There is still a small group of people who are waiting, after all, she made a lot of prophecies in the first class, and everyone is waiting for them to be fulfilled.

As for Eloise......

She shuddered, not only to beware of wizards with L, but also to prevent kidnapping, captivity, and abuse......

"Will you come back next time?" Cho asked.

"Forget it, I'm going to take an arithmetic and divination class in the next class." William shook his head.

"This class is really like what Professor McGonagall said, just read the book."

William was now curious about what Professor McGonagall's divination class was.

She must not have learned how to lie, otherwise she would have gotten a certificate in this course with her eyes closed.

As they chatted, they walked through the hallway and were drawn to a group of second-graders.

They were covered in mud and chattering.

Neville's four roommates carried him on his hands and panting.

If it's night, this is the unfolding of a live scene of picking up corpses in a nightclub, or the kind of plot full of big men.

Harry, who was holding Neville's leg, saw Cho next to William, and suddenly looked like he had kidney weakness, and motioned for everyone to rest for a while.

"Hi William!" Hermione broke away from her two roommates and walked over to say hello. "Divination class is over?"

"It's over, what's going on on your face?" William couldn't help but laugh.

Hermione's face was covered with mud, I didn't know, I thought I had just participated in Bei Ye's wilderness survival.

"Mud? I didn't notice, we had just finished Professor Sprout's herbal medicine class. ”

The girl raised her face, and William took a tissue from his pocket and gently wiped her cheeks.

Then he stretched out his finger and flicked it on her forehead, and smiled after withdrawing his hand, "What's the matter with Neville?" ”

Neville didn't put on his ear tips and heard the mandrake's cry. Hermione explained.

Mandrake's cries were deadly, but at a young age, they could only keep the wizard unconscious for a few hours.

Apparently, Neville was hit.

Not far away, Harry, holding Neville's trouser leg in his left hand and tidying up his dirty hair with his right hand, wanted to maintain a good image in front of Cho.

If it wasn't Neville, he would probably have thrown him to the ground.

After all, holding Neville's legs and being covered in mud, it's not too handsome no matter how you look at it.

Autumn slowly approached......

Harry's heart was pounding, and it was about to pop out of his chest, as he had dreamed of in his dreams!

How, is it going to be realized?

Harry couldn't help but raise his face and look at Autumn with an expectant gaze.

But Cho didn't look at Harry, his attention was on Neville.

She took her wand and cautiously poked Neville to see if he was still alive.

Harry suddenly felt a little envious of Neville, wondering if he was pretending to pass out now, if Autumn would come to breathe or something.

Seeing Harry's face raised and his expectant gaze so obvious that Ron consciously wiped his muddy robe for him.

Harry glared at Ron fiercely.

Ron was a little inexplicable and a little hurt, Harry wasn't that attitude when he whispered in bed last night!

Soon, the Gryffindor students continued to carry Neville to Madam Pomfrey.

William and the Ravenclaw students walked towards the Transfiguration classroom.

The outside of the Transfiguration classroom was full of students, everyone standing in the hallway, and no one entered.

This is unusual!

William and Cho looked through the doorway, where Professor McGonagall was standing inside, talking to a very short hunchbacked witch.

- Geselda Marchiban!

William recognized the witch immediately.

The two had met at the Merlin Medal ceremony, and Dumbledore had helped him broaden his network.

After learning the Animagus, she also wrote a congratulatory letter to William and asked for details.

Professor McGonagall was talking to her respectfully. Professor Marchband was a bit of a deaf man, she was only a foot away from McGonagall, but her voice was very loud when she answered.

"The journey went well, the journey went well, kid." She said loudly. "You're still so pretty."

Call Professor McGonagall a child...... There's nothing wrong with calling it that.

Professor March's class was older than Dumbledore.

In fact, Dumbledore participated in that year. During the exam, it was Professor Marchy who tested his Transfiguration and Charms.

Dumbledore is now over a hundred years old, and it's normal for Professor Marchie to be one hundred or thirty or four years old.

Wizards have a much longer maximum lifespan than Muggles, even without items like the Philosopher's Stone.

"By the way, Albus, why didn't you come to see me, did you deliberately avoid me!"

She looked around carefully, as if hoping that Dumbledore would suddenly emerge from some corner.

Marchiban admired Dumbledore!

The kind that is particularly appreciated.

She suddenly saw William at the door, and hurriedly waved enthusiastically.

Under the watchful eyes of all the students, William walked in.

"Hello Professor March, why are you here?" William said respectfully.

"Can't I come?" The old man laughed.

"On behalf of the Ministry of Magic, to register my Animagus?" William asked.

"That's only part of it, I came to you today, and I have several duties." Professor Marchband said.

"Follow the Ministry of Magic's registration ......process," Professor Marchbon waved his wand, and a roll of parchment floated in midair.

"You're thirteen now?"

"Yes."

The quill quickly registered.

"You learned the Animagus in school?"

"Yes, Professor McGonagall taught me when I was in second grade."

"It's amazing!" Marchiban praised, "You can learn the Animagus at your age...... Genius!

I only told Albus about this assessment back then, and in that year... When it came time to take the exam, I personally tested his Transfiguration and Charms.

He was a seventeen-year-old boy who conjured magic with a wand that I had never seen before, and I had been following him ever since. ”

Don't look at the Marcy Ban is much older than Dumbledore, but it seems to be his "little fan sister", and Dumbledore should be mentioned in a few words.

Obviously, the headmaster did not show up to deliberately avoid this overly enthusiastic old woman.

"Then kid, can you cast it and show me, I need to register your traits to make sure you haven't been cast a blood spell."

The Blood Spell is a vicious, complex form of black magic that, once succumbed, will eventually become an animal forever, unable to revert back to human form.

"Recently, that mysterious circus has started to move quietly again?" Professor McGonagall said worriedly.

"Yes, they can always get blood curse orcs for a show, I doubt they ......"

Professor Marchband shut, obviously not wanting to talk much in front of William.

William was confused, it seemed that his gold medal spy was not very good, and he didn't get any information, and he was going to go back and ask Nicol.

Under the expectation of Professor March, William immediately turned into a sea eagle.

All the students gathered around the door and exclaimed.

There was applause from the crowd!

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