"Well, now that we know that Animagus is a wizard or witch who can transform into some kind of animal while retaining magical spells--"

At the end of the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall flipped through the brief papers on Animagus handed in by the students at a glance, her lips pursed more and more, looking at the words on the paper that the donkey's head was not in the horse's mouth, as a professor who had been deeply involved in Hogwarts for most of her life, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart that in recent years, the average grades of young wizards had fallen sharply.

"And who can tell me why the Ministry of Magic keeps such a tight grip on this convenient and magical spell?"

Swish!

The little wizards in the class, including Professor McGonagall, had been instinctively trained by Hermione, and they all looked at the little witch sitting in the front row of the professor with her head down, and when they noticed that Hermione did not reach for the chandelier hanging from the ceiling as expected, everyone's eyebrows unconsciously pulled up half an inch.

"What's going on, her?"

Ron, who had deliberately chosen a seat far away from Hermione, asked in a slightly uneasy voice, skimming the dangling head in the front row of the professor.

Isn't that obvious?

Harry pursed his lips as Professor McGonagall did, but didn't speak.

Last night, before going to bed, Hermione and Ron had a big fight in the common room because of Spotted's inexplicable disappearance, although in the persuasion of everyone, the two of them died down, but before leaving, Harry saw the tears on Hermione's face falling one by one like pearls with broken threads.

At this moment, Harry felt Neville tap on his back, and without looking back, the experienced Harry secretly withdrew his right hand on the desk, and took a note from Neville's hand in a pretense of scratching and squeaking.

'She cried all night and didn't sleep!'

The brief text on the note was very delicate, not written by Neville, but Hermione's roommate, Parvati Petyr, and Harry only glanced at it, and his heart suddenly became much heavier.

'After class, we should talk to Hermione. ’

Harry picked up the quill, wrote down such a sentence quickly, and then handed it to Ron, who was obviously impatient, but pretended not to care, and Ron was indeed shaken for a moment after seeing the message written by Pettier and Harry, but Ron's heart hardened again when he thought of the tragic death,

Never, unless she apologizes first! ’

"Oh, what's going on?"

Professor McGonagall frowned and stepped off the podium, looked at the students, and said,

"You haven't shown such a compliment in my class?"

Malfoy, who was sitting in the far west, was also a little confused about Hermione's performance, and he subconsciously aimed at Harry's position, but Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting next to him, raised his hand unexpectedly.

"Miss Parkinson?"

Professor McGonagall called out her name in some surprise, "Well, it's up to you to answer that." ”

"The conditions required to practice Animagus are very harsh, the whole process is measured in months, even if you make a mistake, you have to start over, and it may take several years to repeat this repetition, so it is very easy to cause wizards to go crazy, therefore, the Ministry of Magic strictly controls this spell!"

Parkinson spoke sharply.

Her answer was so standard that even Professor McGonagall couldn't find any fault, and just as she was about to add five points to Slytherin House, Parkinson, who was standing up, suddenly pointed to Hermione's position and said loudly with a contemptuous smile,

"Professor McGonagall, I found Hermione Granger sleeping in your class!"

Hermione, whose mind was full of today's lesson, the specks of tragic death, and the determination of Ron, suddenly heard someone call her name, and in an instant, she woke up, driven by instinct, she slammed into her chair with a thud, her red and swollen eyes were stared at Professor McGonagall who was frowning,

"Sorry, Professor, I didn't hear your question!"

There was a moment of silence in the classroom, and then the Slytherin erupted in the sound of tables and chairs shaking and fierce laughter.

"Don't worry, Miss Granger,"

Professor McGonagall glared unhappily at Parkinson, who was slapping the table, walked quickly to Hermione's side and held her arm, condescendingly looked at Hermione's goldfish-like eye bubbles, and said worriedly,

"Looks like you're seriously lacking rest, Miss Granger?"

Hermione, who was ashamed of the ridicule, struck a sore spine when she heard Professor McGonagall's worried inquiry, her red and swollen eyes wide, and her tone was full of pleading,

"No, Professor, I—I just had a nightmare last night, Professor, so..."

"Okay,"

It is impossible for Professor McGonagall not to hear such an obvious excuse, but seeing the pleading and resoluteness in Hermione's eyes, Professor McGonagall, who was already thinking about recovering the time turner, relented, and after a moment of hesitation, she said resolutely,

"I think you need to go to Madam Pomfrey now, she has some way of getting you back to your senses, Miss Granger, there's not much to do in this lesson, you can get over now."

Squeak!

After the heavy sound of the door shut, the ridicule and uneasy chatter in the Transfiguration classroom disappeared in an instant.

There were still a few minutes left before the last class of the morning, and there was not a single professor or student to be seen on the densely populated floors of the classroom, Hermione held on to the handrail of the stairs, dragged seven or eight tomes, step by step, and staggered downstairs to the school hospital.

Crook Hill couldn't have killed Spotted... Ron and Harry... Poor Crook Hill ...

The embarrassment of the Transfiguration class quickly faded from Hermione's heart, and she was full of sadness thinking about the events of last night, thinking about Ron's heartless words, thinking that although she was soothing Ron's anger, she also thought that Crook Hill had killed Harry in Spots.

Crash!

The bag belt was finally overwhelmed, each of them had a two-inch thick magic book and fell to the ground, Hermione squatted down in a hurry, one by one into the school bag, there was a book at the bottom of a few steps, Hermione was busy reaching out to grab the open school bag, but the weight of the school bag made her body suddenly lose balance!

Boom!

After a short panicked scream, Hermione rolled down seven or eight steps in a row, her head slammed into the opposite wall, her eyes snapped, and she simply passed out...

In the office on the third floor, Amosta, who had a solemn face, saw this scene, strode to the door, and slammed the door.

Standing at the corner of the fifth and fourth floors, Amosta condescendingly looked at the little witch who didn't know whether she had fainted or slept, and when her right foot was in the air, her eyes suddenly flashed with enlightenment, and he looked left and right at the empty corridor around him, and after a little silence, his figure gradually became the same color as the wall.

A few seconds after a hidden spell light entered the little witch's body, Hermione, who fell to the ground, suddenly muttered, and she struggled to support her body with her arms, her red eyes full of confusion.

"Oh, how long have I been asleep!"

Hermione, who was confused, didn't notice that the swollen bag that should have appeared on top of her head had disappeared, and she forgot Professor McGonagall's instructions, and after a moment of scrambling to confirm the time, under Amosta's gaze, she hurriedly pulled out a delicate gleaming hourglass tied to a thin gold chain from the collar of her coat, looked around like a thief, turned the hourglass upside down, and then disappeared from Amosta's sight with a pop.

"Sure enough—"

Amosta reappeared, shaking his head and smiling as he stared at where Hermione had disappeared,

"I've been worrying... I didn't expect it to be yours, Miss Granger..."



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