Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and everything in the Transfiguration Club classroom was immediately restored to order.

"Do you know why I left you alone, Mr. Trollope?" She looked at Scott, who was standing aside.

"Please rest assured, Professor." Scott assured, "I've never delved into anything other than a textbook. ”

Professor McGonagall looked him in the eye, "But you're interested in Mr. Weasley's theories. ”

"I was indeed interested in the conjectures that Mr. Weasley had laid out in his paper." Scott didn't hide his eyes from Professor McGonagall, "But I'm not going to delve into this until I've mastered the knowledge within the school curriculum." ”

"Very well, I trust you, Mr. Trollope."

Professor McGonagall withdrew her gaze first.

Having been teaching Scott for three years, she still has a good understanding of the student's usual learning goals. Knowing that he himself attaches great importance to the basics.

"That's all for today."

Professor McGonagall turned and walked out of the club classroom first.

Scott also walked out of the classroom and said goodnight to Professor McGonagall in the hallway.

"That's right." Professor McGonagall paused again as she turned, "Mr. Trollope." ”

"Professor?" Scott also stopped leaving.

"Professor Flitwick has already shown me more than once that you gave him a birthday present in advance. And if I'm not mistaken, his birthday is October 17. ”

Professor McGonagall suddenly blinked mischievously.

"But I want to warn you, Mr. Trolope, that your Transfiguration Professor's birthday is ten days before the Charms Professor's birthday."

After saying this, she walked into her office without looking back. Only a somewhat dumbfounded Scott was left standing alone in the hallway.

Alas, why do the professors at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry like to compare so much? Obviously, all of them are not young.

Scott shook his head and turned to walk in the direction of the stairs.

Now that Professor McGonagall had reminded him of this, it seems that he would have to prepare a gift of the same care in order to be justified. What's more, forgetting Professor McGonagall's birthday was a mistake on his part.

But more critically...... He thought about it, and it was only five days until Professor McGonagall's birthday, October 4th!

So, what to give?

Scott thought as he walked.

Would it be too perfunctory to give Professor McGonagall a painting on the same subject?

After all, he also knew that Professor McGonagall had been taking good care of him for the past three years, and that his teaching of Transfiguration had exceeded the scope of his duties as a school professor.

In fact, in the eyes of Scott, who was a Celestial Empire in his previous life, this is already the difference between a disciple and a student.

Scott would have been okay if he just gave the professors a gift at Christmas, as he had done in previous years. This time, however, he was in a hurry to show off, and found a reason for his birthday present to give the painting to Professor Flitwick. It's no wonder that Professor McGonagall is a little unbalanced.

As a student, it's also a pain to be liked by professors.

Scott thought narcissistically and walked briskly down the stairs.

Meow......

At this time, a cat meow came, and Scott's face immediately became unpleasant, and he couldn't help but pout.

Sure enough, Filch strode down the first-floor corridor with his scrawny and ugly cat, Lady Loris.

The magic lamp in his hand reflected the bulging eyes of a man and a cat.

"It's curfew time soon, Trollope." Filch smiled wickedly at Scott, revealing his ugly teeth, "You'd better hurry up and run back to the Ravenclaw common room, or you'll be locked up from tomorrow." ”

Although Scott had not been caught by Filch on a night tour and had hardly dealt with him, he was not surprised by the malice shown by Filch at the moment.

Because he knew that this old Squib hated everyone who could learn magic from the bottom of his heart.

"Curfew time is coming up? But it's not there yet, is it? Scott gave Filch a distinct smirk and quickened his pace past him and Mrs. Loris.

Filch's angry voice came from behind, "I'll catch you if you don't get back to the Ravenclaw common room on time......"

"Oh, if you can do it." Scott replied nonchalantly.

Although it was indeed close to the time of curfew, he did not heed Filch and ran. Because even if he did travel at night, Filch couldn't catch him.

But at this time, he was still bothered by the preparation of birthday gifts, and he had no interest in night travel.

But as he walked out of the castle and past the atrium, he stopped again.

"Come out."

He said to the monstrous stone sculpture in the atrium.

"Fred, George."

Two identical figures immediately walked out from behind the stone carving, one left and one right.

"It's you!"

"Ravenclaw's Hound!"

“…… When did I get this nasty nickname? Scott glared at them through gritted teeth, "It must have been you guys who just got up!" ”

"Not us!"

Fred shouted that he was wronged.

"It's coming from Ravenclaw these days!"

George added.

"How did I not know?" Scott frowned.

He had always felt that he was quite popular in Ravenclaw, and no one should maliciously give him such a nickname.

"We don't know who gave you that nickname."

"Maybe you can check it out for yourself."

Fred and George spread their hands together and looked at him with innocent expressions.

"Or please Eddie."

"He must have known, but he didn't tell you!"

That's right, Eddie.

Scott nodded in agreement, the kid must have known the nickname, but he didn't warn him at all.

Scott decided to settle accounts with him first when he went back.

"Goodbye then, both."

Scott waved his hand, turned and left.

"It's a great night, and curfew time is approaching."

"Why don't you go on a pleasant adventure with us?"

The twins chase after him and invite him.

"No, have fun."

Scott turned them down mercilessly.

"Then don't blame us ......"

“…… I won't help you write a letter to introduce you and Bill to know me. ”

The twins grinned and said that although the two of them didn't participate in the Transfiguration Club, they were clearly well informed.

Scott said, "It's okay, Percy has promised to help me." ”

"Percy?" Fred sighed exaggeratedly.

George smirked, "Obviously, Bill still likes us more than Percy's." ”

Scott turned a deaf ear, and he now wanted to know more about who nicknamed him the dog.

But the twins were still chattering in his ears.

"And we're not quite sure if Mom and Dad will accept Bill for a boyfriend."

"Maybe we can help you convince them."

Scott felt the veins on his forehead throb actively, and he couldn't help but pull out his wand from his bosom.

However, as soon as he turned around, the twins immediately giggled and ran away.

Scott took a deep breath.

Very good, this is very British!

He hurried towards Ravenclawta, and suddenly wanted to find a girlfriend as soon as possible.