On the edge of the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest, the visible range is a bit longer than the depths. The pale golden sunlight swayed by the sun is cut into dots of light by the dense layers of leaves, entangled with the white mist , Like a veil sewn with golden silk threads, the mist floats, and the veil dances with it.
Under a tall oak tree, Hermione and Professor McGonagall were talking about something.
"As I mentioned in the previous Transfiguration course as an extension, Animagus is a very difficult magic. The process of learning it requires great perseverance, great talent, and a little bit of luck."
"Animagus is a magic that needs to be persisted. The first part is very difficult. You need to shout a leaf of Mandrake in your mouth during the first month. Under no circumstances can he be killed. Swallow it or spit it out, and if it leaves the mouth, it starts all over again."
"So Hermione, you should practice first and get used to having a piece of food in your mouth, otherwise you may make mistakes when eating, and all previous efforts will be wasted."
"And then at the full moon..." Professor McGonagall said patiently.
"... There is one step in particular. If there is not a strong enough storm as an opportunity, as the last step, you have to wait."
"With luck, there may be a storm big enough to take you to this step after you're ready, and with bad luck, it may be years away."
"That's not a heavy rain in the conventional sense. It must be very heavy. The heavier the rain, the higher the success rate."
"This vacation may only guarantee you proficiency in the previous steps."
"It takes a lot of effort to transform into the form of an animal. This is the price that must be paid."
"Of course, you are one of the smartest students I have ever taught. I believe you can master it." Perhaps thinking that it might dampen Hermione's enthusiasm, Professor McGonagall suddenly changed the subject and began to encourage Hermione again.
"I will teach you most of the time, at least so that you will not go astray."
"After all, some people are still groping, but they turned into monsters, or they can't change back to human form."
After all, it is a teaching, so in most cases, it is Professor McGonagall who is talking, and Hermione just listens quietly.
"That's the end of the first class. If you don't understand anything, you can ask after thinking about it."
"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Hermione mumbled a little, it was a bit awkward to speak with the leaf in her mouth, and she seemed very awkward.
And the place where they practice is getting farther and farther away from the center of the Forbidden Forest, because the deeper they go, the evil that is overflowing all around feels almost impossible to breathe normally.
For some reason, after explaining the main points, Professor McGonagall frowned, looked into the depths, and then sighed: "Firenze is indeed not exaggerating, but I haven't found the root of the problem at all."
The dense pressure is almost driving people crazy, and the smell of evil is almost everywhere.
"Maybe you need to change places in the future. This neighborhood is really not suitable." Professor McGonagall frowned and looked around the surrounding environment, obviously becoming more and more disgusted with the evil feeling in the Forbidden Forest.
She went deep, but found nothing, and was forced to retreat by the increasing pressure.
The most critical problem is that she doesn't know what the problem is. If it is an evil creature, it must at least have a body.
She has also used the spell of "revealing her true form" to remove the disguise, but it didn't work, so she had to give up.
"By the way, are you still used to being alone in the dormitory?" Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses and asked Hermione with concern. When talking in private, she would not deliberately put on a face of bitterness and hatred hole.
"It's all right, Professor McGonagall," said Hermione softly.
In the next school year, she will be a sixth grader. The process of maturity, learning to endure loneliness is a road that must be passed. .
May be more lonely in the future
"By the way, that's all for today's practice."
"Come with me to the office, I have something for you"
The early practice of Animagus is quite boring, or it can't be regarded as practice, but only the preparation of the prerequisites.
Hermione followed Professor McGonagall back to her office, and the old lady pulled out an envelope from under a large roll of parchment.
"This is your grade. Since your parents are traveling abroad, I won't send them to them. I will give it to you directly."
"Look, both me and your parents will be proud of you."
Hermione opened the envelope expectantly, her hands trembling from nervousness.
Covering his mouth in disbelief, he almost cried out.
"11 o's, I'm very satisfied." Professor McGonagall praised rarely, with a slight smile on his wrinkled face
Even more enjoyable than 12 o's.
She was known to hate Trelawney's Divination lessons.
If you take all the courses, you have to take 12 exams.
And Hermione's eleven doors can explain the problem.
Hermione held up the report card and repeatedly confirmed it through the yellowish light.
"There is something wrong with my arithmetic and divination, and the actual combat of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I thought..." Hermione was so happy that she wanted to cry while counting.
She wanted to share the joy with her parents, but it was impossible.
"Silly boy." Professor McGonagall thought Hermione was only happy with her grades.
"Even if it is excellent, it will allow some flaws. You have done a good job." The old lady said with a smile.
In the following period, Hermione spent what could be called a "leisure time" at Hogwarts
Too much is too much, and Animagus is not a skill to spend all day practicing.
With a mandrake leaf in her mouth, Hermione chose to spend time in the library.
Although it is a holiday, the library is still open.
Mrs. Pince, the librarian, was leaning on a red cloth seat with side panels. She was holding a popular Muggle love story and reading it with relish, sometimes sobbing and wiping it with her hands. with tears.
Seeing Hermione walking in, Mrs. Pince quickly hid the book behind her back.
Not a surprise, since Professor McGonagall greeted her
Hermione really wanted to recommend a few more classic books in the Muggle world to her, but after thinking about it, popular literature also has the charm of popular literature, so she didn't say much.
She randomly found a place, sat down quickly, unfolded the book, and began to preview the knowledge she might learn later.
For example, in "Advanced Potions", Snape still likes to target Gryffindor.
He often asks some simple questions to his own students, and confuses Gryffindors with difficult questions, most of which are beyond the textbook.
Harry was the one he tortured the most, and even though Hermione's hands were almost up to the ceiling, Snape pretended not to see them.
Of course, what she didn't know was that it was no longer Severus Snape who would teach their sixth year Potions class in the future.