"Huh? It's nothing," Calvin came back to his senses and cleared his throat, "I thought about it, there are probably a few possibilities,"

Hermione's eyes lit up, waiting for Calvin's conclusion.

"First, the little wizard is lying, he wants to get more, to be in the limelight. That's a thought that young wizards of your age often have." Calvin spoke the most likely answer first.

Calvin looked at Hermione and stopped, then said, "Second, there's an evil dark magic object. Powerful dark magic items have their own intelligence, and will distinguish between strong and weak wizards, and then tempt weak, weak-willed wizards to become their puppets."

"Like...... Cal came up with the name of the Horcrux, but held back, "Forget it, you don't need to know that."

Besides, there shouldn't be any Voldemort's Horcruxes in the castle.

"As for the third option," Calvin tapped lightly on the table, "that's very interesting. That is, the little wizard himself has some unknown talents, but he and his elders don't know about it."

"Talent? What is the ability to hear voices that others can't hear, Professor Cape?"

"Oh, that's not a lot to count," Calvin said as he pointed his finger in the air, "like Druyin;"

"I have a friend who is Druyin, and he said that wizards who can hear animals are born Druyin."

"Sounds familiar, I think I heard it years ago......" Hermione thought for a moment.

"You should be talking about the Muggle studio, where the princess can hear the animals and get help from the animals to defeat the villains." Calvin said with a smile.

Hermione blushed, "Oh, it seems to be."

"There are other possibilities besides Druyin, such as Animagus. When a wizard becomes an animal, he can understand the language of the animal he becomes. A lot of Animagus used this to get information."

"But isn't Animagus a very esoteric transfiguration?" Hermione was a little puzzled, "I don't think that little wizard knows this kind of magic."

Calvin nodded, "yes, but it doesn't rule out that he was born Animagus."

"There is also a possibility that the ancestors have this bloodline, for example, the ancestor of the little wizard has an ancestor who is a mermaid, and he may be able to hear the language of the mermaid."

"That's pretty much it." Calvin concluded.

Hermione hadn't recovered yet, she was still immersed in Calvin's information bombardment.

Druyin? Animagus? Mermaid blood?

Hermione nodded in confusion and left Calvin's office.

Calvin looked at the back of the little girl leaving, shook his head, and began to write a report.

"Druyin? Animagus? Merfolk blood?" Harry was equally confused when he knew this, "Are you sure Professor Capet said that?"

"Hey, that's pretty cool," Ron squeezed between the two, "I mean the first two, Druyin and Animagus, have a bit of mermaid blood, they're all ugly."

"What do you think is the case, Harry?" Hermione asked eagerly. ….

Harry closed his eyes and thought back to the scene in Lockhart's office today, the staccato sounds.

"Kill you...... Death...... Tore...... Residue ......"

"I'm not sure......," Harry said hesitantly, "but I've heard Sirius say that he and my dad are both Animagus, and he said he'll teach me Animagus when I'm in fifth grade."

"Oh, Animagus, that's great, can you take me one?" Ron's eyes lit up with stars.

"Ron!" Hermione raised her voice slightly, but as if she was afraid of attracting others, she lowered her voice and said, "Animagus is illegal to be unregistered."

"I'll have to talk to Sirius," Harry made up his mind, "I received his letter yesterday, he was just released from the Ministry of Magic."

Hermione and Ron also agreed with Harry's approach

, accompanied him to the fireplace.

Harry pulled a little Floo powder out of his pocket and sprinkled it into the fireplace, then called softly, "Sirius, Sirius, are you there?" I have something to tell you."

Soon, the flames in the fireplace revealed the face of a middle-aged man with long hair, his neck shaking slightly, as if dusting off the excess sparks.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Sirius's tone was very tired, and all three of them could hear that he was not in a good mood.

"Sirius, are you alright?" Harry fiddled with the wood in the fireplace, "I mean, the Ministry of Magic doesn't have anything hard for you."

"Of course not, it's thanks to the powerful Mr. Capet that I wasn't sent to Azkaban." Sirius said angrily.

Hermione looked serious when she heard this, "Sirius, I think Professor Capet may be trying to teach you some lessons, after all, Harry is only twelve years old."

Sirius was deflated when he heard this, "Hermione, I have to say, you are too similar to Professor McGonagall. I mainly think of Jaime when I see Harry, and I think of the old ......."

Harry quickly interrupted Sirius, knowing that Sirius would talk about Jaime endlessly, and would end up drunk with the best red wine in the Blake's house.

"Sirius, I have something to ask you, my father, what is his Animagus?"

At the mention of this, Sirius came to his senses, like a big dog that had seen bones.

"Ah, speaking of which, James' Animagus, like his Patronus, a stag," Sirius said with a glimpse of energy, "and Lily's Patronus and Jaime happen to be a pair, a deer."

"Deer?" Harry was confused.

"Yes, it's a very majestic and majestic stag." Sirius was still reminiscing about his time with James.

Harry wanted to ask a few more questions, but Wood, the captain of the sixth-year Quidditch team, approached Harry, and he reluctantly cut off the call to Sirius.

"Harry, when are you going to get back to training," Wood said with a big grin, "you know the team can't train without you."

"Uh, it's coming soon, Oliver," Harry prevaricated, "and my confinement with Lockhart is almost over."

"Ah, that liar," Wood pouted disdainfully, "and he's bullying you juniors."

This sentence angered Hermione behind Harry, who said like a lioness protecting her cubs, "Professor Lockhart, not a liar!"

Wood didn't want to argue with the little girl about this, so he raised his hands and left them, reminding Harry, "Get back to training, Harry."

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