Chapter 635： Discuss

The students left one by one with their documents, and the last person to leave closed the door.

boom.

The staff lounge fell silent, except for Professor Binns leaning by the fire and making a lively noise with a serene demeanor. However, this tranquility was quickly broken, and Felix leaned back on the chair, "Would you like a cup of tea, everyone?\"

Professor McGonagall, Snape, and Grindelwald looked up, with different expressions.

I don't mind," said Grindelwald unhurriedly, "you can write the probation report whenever you want. "

Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes immediately moved away from Felix, as if he had found a new focus. "I have to remind you, Professor Bagshot, that you've been putting this off for weeks." "Thank you, Minerva," said Grindelwald politely, "I just think about something new. comprehend..."

"It seems that Mr. Bagshot is still a perfectionist," Snape said flatly. "It's a pity I haven't heard of your reputation before.\"

"I haven't been in the UK for long, it's too hard and the weather is not good," Grindelwald said.

"Crack."

Several people turned their heads, and Felix bit off half of the crispy biscuit with a calm air. Just as they were talking, three plates of pastries, two pots of hot tea, and four cups had been placed on the table, "I don't think Professor Binns needs to be considered for the time being, unless any of you want him to join the chat...

No one paid him any attention.

Grindelwald poured himself a cup of honey tea, Snape stared at the light halo on the table, the fourth plate was trying to break free from the table, Felix pushed the ice jelly with the smiling cat face Go to Professor McGonagall to make room for the jam donuts.

"A different kind of food summoning spell?" Snape asked.

"I invented it," Felix said. "The secret is to negotiate with the house-elves beforehand...I added an aperture on purpose to make it look more magical."

Professor McGonagall disagreed.

"Felix," she looked down at the fluffy cat jelly for a while, then pursed her lips and said, "I have to communicate with you about the teaching plan, Animagus' transformation is extremely dangerous—\"

"Minerva, I trust your eyesight, the two of us are watching," Felix said, "and I still stand by my point that the biggest obstacle for Animagus is not the tedious prep work, but It's how to control the wildness that comes out of your heart when you first transform, 90% of the danger happens at this stage."

"I totally agree, Felix," said Professor McGonagall, before asking suspiciously, "You master the Animagos too?" She had thought Felix was just arranging the study notes that the Black family had passed down through the ages. Again, give it to students.

"That's it."

"That's it?" Professor McGonagall gasped and knocked over the cup in front of her. She waved her wand and the cup immediately returned to its original shape. She asked without looking at it: "What is your deformed form?\"

"A swift," Felix said without hesitation.

"I've never seen your name in an announcement from the Animagus Registry.\" Professor McGonagall said solemnly. I have become an illegal Animagus under my nose?"

"Cough, to be precise. I don't know if I'm practicing Animagus. As for the registration Miss Granger has been too busy recently, I'm too embarrassed to bother her." Felix began to make up nonsense.

Professor McGonagall stared at Felix, his chest heaving rhythmically.

Snape and Grindelwald were silent at this time, silently eavesdropping on the conversation between them. As far as Snape knew, Felix hadn't studied Animagus during his school days, at least not in school. Because his mouth has never been idle, he always keeps asking questions,

He remembered that Felix also got a nickname for this, it seemed to be the Wandering Sphinx?

But he was not allowed to take a vacation, or do something privately after graduation, and it is entirely possible that Grindelwald thought of Dumbledore's Animagus.

\"...So if students have experienced this sense of impending loss of control, it will help keep them sane as the real Animagus transforms." Seeing that Professor McGonagall didn't want to let go, Felix turned towards Snape's mouth.

"But," Snape said slowly, putting down his teacup, "how do you grasp the middle scale, don't tell me... You got inspiration from that Death Eater punishing students for breaking the rules."

Felix knew that the Death Eater he was referring to was little Crouch, who had disguised himself as Moody and turned Draco Malfoy into a ferret shortly after school started.

That's right," Professor McGonagall said, with a quiver in his voice, "I don't think you'll forget the bad experience of the witch Hicks Crawryn? \"

Felix looked at her suspiciously.

"what is that?\"

"Clarion is a witch of the twenties, she made a serious mistake during the first Animagus transformation, and she was shocked by the uncontrollable wildness in her heart. Her family did not realize that something was wrong until a week later, Realizing that there was a storm during that time, and their daughter was practicing Animagus during that time…

"and then?"

"They found Clarion and restored her to her human form, but she was completely delirious and took three months of treatment at St. Mungo's to recover," Professor McGonagall said solemnly. "She was even lucky. There is evidence that more than seven disappearances of wizards over the past century have been suspected to be related to the failed Animagus transfiguration."

Felix was thoughtful.

"I think this story tells us how important it is to have a solid brain and friends...Minerva, I'm more curious about how Clarion's parents found her, because as usual, she was in a state of The beast makes no difference.

Professor McGonagall gave him a stern look and said angrily.

"Because Clarion's parents insisted on casting the magic of forced appearance on every animal they saw for three days, and then a kilometer away, they found a cow happily eating wild strawberries. The stripes are exactly the same as my daughter's favorite dress."

"...The recovered Clarion was terrified of that experience and refused to perform the Animagus Transfiguration for the rest of her life, so the Ministry of Magic did not register her name."

Maybe that deformed form is really useless... Felix thought to himself, and he said in a relaxed tone:

"Okay, I admit the story is scary and the feeling of being out of control is terrible, but you don't think you can let the students run away with the two of us around? If you really insist, we can set up a control group and think about it. Look, Minerva, we're perfectly capable of keeping the danger within reasonable limits, and if successful, the new practice method will greatly improve the safety of the Animagus itself."

After a moment of silence, Professor McGonagall's will loosened.

Although she is usually a bit old-fashioned, it is a habit developed in the face of naughty students. She herself also has the characteristics of Ravenclaw, and she was almost assigned to Ravenclaw Academy when she was enrolled. Her attitude towards knowledge is straight-forward, and she never lacks courage.

Otherwise she wouldn't have mastered Animagus.

What made her hesitate was that she wasn't sure whether and how much to risk students. She looked at Felix, who smiled confidently.

Then come up with your plan," Professor McGonagall said, "I won't agree to even the slightest problem. \"

"No problem," Felix said cheerfully, "I bet those students won't read the material at all, so we have a lot of time."

The door was pushed open from the outside.

"It's so lively, I heard it outside," Slughorn squeezed in breathlessly, carrying a small fruit basket in his hand,

"It turns out that you are hiding here. I said how can you find no one after eating..." When he saw Grindelwald, his face showed an alert expression.

"Horace." Professor McGonagall said, with a faint blush on his face. "And someone sent you something?\"

"Oh, you say that?" Slughorn rarely boasted of his connections, but fiddled with the buttons on his waistcoat uneasily, and whispered, "From Carlotta Pinkstone, I I knew her when I was young, and she wasn't so crazy back then... stubborn."

He put the small flower basket on the table and tore the wrapping paper to reveal the candy inside.

"Ah, it's my favorite, you're welcome." He said, his fat fingers nimbly picked up a piece of dried pineapple sprinkled with icing sugar, poured himself a cup of tea with his other free hand, lowered his head and sniffed gently. A moment, "Honey tea, it's a perfect match.\"

So what are you talking about? If you don't mind, I'd like to introduce you to my little party for Christmas, where a lot of celebrities will be invited," he glanced at Felix.

"Thanks, Horace." Professor McGonagall said disapprovingly. She and Slughorn had been colleagues for many years and knew the temperament of the Potions Master very well. "It can be seen that years of retirement have not made your teaching ability unfamiliar, and you are still able to handle it with ease."

"To be honest, I'm not used to it." Slughorn said with a smile: "It's changed a lot from me before retirement. For example... all good seedlings have been picked out. This is natural, and many outstanding students have emerged in the school. colleague.

In the evening, Harry, Ron and Ginny trudged back to the common room after finishing their Quidditch training.

"Did the training go well?" Hermione asked as she read the Animagos profile, and with a wave of her wand, the dirt on the three of Harry's bodies and his ashen face became clean and fresh. She is now proficient at using silent spells.

"Thanks," Ginny said feebly. "Everyone's up and down except Harry and Katie. If we're lucky, we'll have an amazing score; shrugged.

Harry was too tired to talk, he had been shouting tactics all day, his noise seemed to be out of order, and it hurt even to swallow.

Hermione raised her head and glanced at them, and said calmly, "Although it's a bit inhumane, I still suggest that you set aside some time to read the information the professor gave us, and don't prepare anything at that time.

"Hermione, we know.\" Ron slumped on the sofa chair and said carelessly. "The most important thing right now is Quidditch! You don't understand, we're in a fight with Malfoy, I dream of it. Hit the Bludger in the face, \"

"Are you going to take the batsman's job? What about the goal, let it learn how to dodge the Quaffle?" said Hermione sharply.

Harry smiled silently, but quickly withdrew his smile, thinking it would be wise to keep Ron fighting.

"So I told Perks and Gut about my dreams in detail," said Ron, rolling his eyes as Hermione pulled a book from the stack.

Read from the middle. "They were so inspired and decided to make my wish come true. No thanks, Harry." He waved at Harry.

Hermione snorted, then leaned over to grab another book, counted the pages carefully, and lowered her head to take notes.

"Hermione, how did you do that?" Harry asked hoarsely.

"Oh, what?\"

"Read several books at the same time."

"They were meant to be together," explained Hermione. "Don't you get used to the professor's style? He always likes--"

"There are still notes?" Ginny leaned over and looked at the document placed in front of Hermione, and asked curiously, and then she read out what she saw, "About the reason for keeping your emotions calm~www. novelhall.com~See the full chapter 12 'Don't study magic when you're in a bad mood' of the Invented Spells by the Spell Experiments Committee.\"

Harry exclaimed in disbelief, "All this stuff in the files?" He felt his noise start to smoke.

"Almost every page has... oh, it's just the first third, the part that Professor McGonagall provided has no annotations, she wrote it all on it. In fact, Professor McGonagall only added safety matters and failure cases, and her personal review notes.”

Several people looked at each other. After a long time, with a loud "Boom!" Ron rolled over from behind his chair.

"Are you all right, Ron?" Harry pulled him off the ground half-concerned and half-hilarious, and Ron stood up with a look of shock on his face.

"I'm still thinking about waiting for the game to end, staying up late to read the materials, but I can't read it now." Ron said with a pale face, and then said as if he had seen a savior, "Her, Hermione, you must lend us your notes. ."

Almost in the blink of an eye, it was time for the weekend.

The ceiling of the auditorium is a blue sky and white clouds, which means today is a good day. When Harry and the others came down, the Gryffindor students greeted them warmly. Harry also saw Luna's figure, and he sincerely hoped that a miracle would happen, such as Professor McGonagall wanting to preside over the game on a whim. …

When he changed into the ball uniform in the locker room and led the trembling players into the court, the cold wind blew his hair, and his heart was completely calmed down.

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