Harry didn't need a hat to show the way.

It might sound perverted - he remembered Percy's scent, and he could follow the scent to find Gryffindor's common room.

Ron: They're still waiting for Harry to come back.

"Harry, you're going to find Dumb......" Ron greeted him, and before he could finish speaking, he was shocked to see the hat pinned to Harry's waist, "Oh no, you're going to steal the Sorting Hat?" ”

"It's borrowed, I borrowed it." Harry was serious, correcting the mistake in Ron's words.

The Sorting Hat muttered, "Harry, you're a good boy, but can we discuss and don't put my head down, okay?" ”

"And the hat is for wearing, I'm a wizard hat, you're a wizard, we get along well."

Harry shook his head and said categorically, "No, it's a little inconvenient to wear on your head, so it will be easier." ”

The Sorting Hat was stunned for a moment, and his tone was wistful: "I think you're using me like a scabbard." ”

"Isn't a scabbard better than a hat?" Harry asked rhetorically.

The Sorting Hat took a spit, and if it could, it would have to spit out Harry's face, "Phew! Of course, a hat is better than a scabbard! ”

"You're a lot worse than Gryffindor's character, Stinky Imp!"

It cursed and was ushered into the bedroom by Harry.

After a long day of traveling, Harry was also a little tired and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, before it was dark, he woke up, ran twice around the castle, drew his sword, and practiced his swordsmanship against the stump for a while.

After breakfast in the hall, go back to the dormitory, wake up the other people in the dormitory, and go to class with them.

The first day of school, September 2, Monday's class, was exciting for Harry.

History of magic in the morning, herbology in the afternoon.

The history of magic inevitably disappoints many new students, and Professor Binns is a ghost, reading the textbook in the ghost's husky, nonchalant tone, and only occasionally adding some points of interest.

Most people listen drowsily.

Only Harry and Hermione were serious.

The words of the long-lived are always very reasonable—the ghost is also another form of the long-lived.

Herbology is more interesting.

The professor was the head of Hufflepuff, a stocky lady named Sprout, who seemed unremarkable and even perfunctory, but she was so accomplished in herbalism that she could answer all the questions Harry asked.

End the course at three o'clock.

Harry chased her until four o'clock - the reason why she only asked for an hour was mainly because the senior students had to attend class, otherwise Harry could continue to ask questions.

He was cheeky and wanted to skip class.

Sent away by Sprout with a "Gryffindor plus five", she liked the hardworking, intelligent little lion, but the senior class was a bit dangerous, and she didn't dare to involve Harry.

There are two new courses on Tuesday – Charms and Transfiguration.

The professor of Charms, Professor Flitwick, who had elven blood, took them through a whole class of magical theory.

Wait until the end of class.

Most of the students packed their school bags and rushed to the Transfiguration classroom.

Harry stayed.

Flitwick looked at him with joy and asked enthusiastically and earnestly, "I have heard from Sprout and Professor Binns that you are a questioning little wizard, and that you should have come to Ravenclaw." ”

"Is there something wrong?"

Harry nodded, "I heard Hagrid say that you have goblin blood, so do you know any master blacksmiths?" ”

Flitwick was stunned, his thoughts knotted in his head, and he asked dryly, "So you didn't ask me about spells?" ”

"I don't have time today, I'll have a Transfiguration class later." Harry was expressionless.

Flitwick was a little disappointed: "Oh, okay. ”

"I do know a master foundry, but elves... There are some problems with their personalities, although they are very good at crafting, but they are very greedy. ”

"Professor, could you please contact me?" Harry removed the Sorting Hat from his waist and pulled out a bag of Galleons, "This is your reward. ”

Flitwick's expression softened, and he shook his head: "Professors should help students. ”

"What's more, you're brilliant, Albus told me, you seem to have mastered a novel spell, if you have time on Friday afternoon......"

"It's still Saturday, and if you have time on Saturday, you can come to the office to find me."

Harry placed Garon on the table and turned away, "Thank you, Professor! ”

Others can say no, but they can't help but give.

Flitwick shook his head, and with a wave of his wand, the purse flew into his hat.

The Sorting Hat snapped twice and shouted, "Hey! Forget about Harry, Filius, why do you treat me as a pocket, that's enough! ”

"I'm the hat, the hat of the great Gryffindor!"

First-year students don't know much about getting around.

The stairs at Hogwarts are problematic - a labyrinth that changes paths at any time.

Fortunately, Ron followed Harry, except for a slight delay due to disobedience on the stairs, and the journey was quite smooth.

They were among the first to arrive in the Transfiguration classroom.

"Harry, you've got a great way to find your way." Ron was very envious of this ability, Hogwarts was very funny at first, but when the freshness passed, it was a headache, "If you want me to be alone, I'm afraid I'm still on the road now." ”

Harry didn't speak, just stared at the cat on the podium.

"How can there be a cat here?" Ron followed his gaze and muttered confusion, "Professor McGonagall's pet?" ”

"Wait, Harry!" His tone was suddenly pleasantly surprised.

"Look at the pattern on its face, it doesn't look like Professor McGonagall's glasses......"

Harry stepped over and grabbed the cat's back by the neck, rolled his ears, and looked at it, "No, this cat is Professor McGonagall." ”

I was amazed in my heart, this hair, this structure......

Is this cat Professor McGonagall?

Ron was stunned by this remark, recalling that his parents had mentioned that Professor McGonagall was a master of shapeshifting, one of the seven Animagus registered with the Ministry of Magic.

A tabby cat.

Oh no!

Ron's little face turned pale, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed, grabbing Harry's hand.

"Harry, stop, what are you doing!"

He couldn't hold Harry, and the young witcher still insisted on checking the tabby's claws, bones, and tail......

But his exclamation finally made the tabby cat in Harry's hand react, and he struggled to the ground, turning into an old woman in a green dress, their Gryffindor head, Professor of Transfiguration, McGonagall.

"Mr. Potter, you already recognized me?" McGonagall narrowed her eyes and spoke in a serious tone.

Harry nodded, "Yes." ”

"And you—" McGonagall said in a more serious tone.

Harry looked sincere: "I'm just curious, the Professor's Animagus doesn't have any magical aura, and if it weren't for the Professor's scent, I would even mistake it for an ordinary cat." ”

"I checked just now, and there is no difference from a normal cat, the spine, muscles, and claws can all be popped out."

If you haven't touched McGonagall beforehand.

No one would be wary of such a cute kitten.

McGonagall's tone did not change: "Animagus is a transfiguration technique that makes people truly become an animal, in fact it is very dangerous, and some immature users may even think that they are really animals. ”

"If you're interested in it, maybe wait until you're in fifth or sixth grade, maybe sooner, to try your hand at the spell."

Harry nodded, "Thank you for your advice, Professor McGonagall. ”

"There's one more question." McGonagall's face didn't soften, and even became more serious, "Is the smell on my body strong?" ”

Harry shook his head, "No, you don't have a smell on you, it's just that I have a keen sense and can catch scents that ordinary people can't." ”

McGonagall's face soothed a little as she looked at Ron.

Ron was stunned, stared at, and nodded as a busy chick pecking rice.

"Really? That's good. McGonagall sighed, "I'll forgive you this time, Mr. Potter, but remember next time that you can't do anything to the professor even if you're curious." ”

"Yes, Professor." Harry is well-behaved.

"Fifty points for Gryffindor!" Hat suddenly interjected and shouted.

Ron's face turned white with terror, and he looked at the Sorting Hat in horror.

Professor McGonagall became murderous.

"Hey, Minerva, don't be angry, I'm just kidding." The Sorting Hat shook and explained, "I'm just a hat, and I don't have the authority to deduct points. ”

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

It frightened him, and he really thought Harry was going to be a Gryffindor sinner.

"You Gryffindors are always like that." The Sorting Hat muttered, "Either it's too humorous, or it's not humorous at all." ”

"Why can't you have just the right amount of humor like Albus?"

Harry and Ron looked for a place to sit down.

Professor McGonagall did not turn into a tabby cat again, and stood solemnly at the lectern, secretly throwing herself several "clean ups" while the two young wizards were not paying attention.

Other students came one after another, and Transfiguration was also a very interesting course.

It's just a little more difficult.

After teaching the theory of magic, Professor McGonagall gave each of them a match and asked them to try to turn it into a needle.

Until the end of the coursework.

Only Harry and Hermione made the match change, and Harricher completely turned the match into a needle, while Hermione fell short, conjuring only a needle, and the tail was still a matchstick.

This brought a smile to Professor McGonagall's face, and she rightly gave Gryffindor five points - three for Harry and two for Hermione.

Wednesday's Defence Against the Dark Arts disappoints Harry.

Professor Quirrell lost the strange feeling that made his scars ache, but... The whole person is very unlevel, stammering, verbose, and the description of black magic is even far less useful than reading a book directly.

A mere ghoul, unable to draw a standard structure diagram or explain its shortcomings, stumbled and talked about some coping methods, which made Harry frown.

Igniting a fire, making noises, or throwing a piece of carrion.

There is not even a mention of an effective spell or a targeted potion.

Is this the banishing of dark magic creatures?

You're teaching how to raise pets, right?

Ron agrees with Professor Quirrell - he has a ghoul in his house, and his mother used this method when dealing with him, and their family has almost kept ghouls as pets.

Thursday is still a Transfiguration and Charms class.

Harry finally satisfied Flitvier by asking him so many questions after class that he almost missed the next grade.