The holiday is coming to an end, and on the evening of the last day of the holiday, all students must be in the auditorium. Listen to Acting Headmaster McGonagall's speech.
This is the practice and tradition of Hogwarts.
Predictably, the old lady will still stress a lot of boring, tedious security issues.
Such as guarding against Death Eaters, Werewolves and the like.
Even if this witch has emphasized it many times.
The students who chose to stay in school had probably the most boring vacation in school, especially the senior students. Their pressure was greater than before, not only to prepare for the exam, but also to learn more difficult defensive magic.
Occasionally a few went to Hogsmeade to go to Hogwarts, and most of the shops were closed.
And the teacher took the trouble to emphasize to them, try not to leave the school.
Soon, the New Year's holiday was over, and the students continued with the next semester's courses.
Clusters of candles are still floating in the mid-air of the auditorium, eternally blooming with just the right light, as if they will never burn out.
The Christmas tree filled with pentagrams and gifts in the corner was removed, and the fancy decorations were also put away.
Christmas is over and everything is going back to normal.
"Where's Severus? Hasn't he come back yet?" Professor McGonagall was sitting in the teacher's seat at this moment, seeing a vacancy.
She hadn't seen Snape for a long time.
Since this man gave gifts to his colleagues at Christmas, he disappeared from Hogwarts with an excuse. After he stepped on the express train, he disappeared without a trace
"Don't wait for him, he should be measured." Professor McGonagall looked around.
Today she was wearing her usual dark green robe and a black tall hat. The years had eroded and wrinkles had covered her face and arms, and her eyes were a little tired.
Sitting in the teacher's seat, watching her students.
I don't know, how many will survive in the future
There were also conversations taking place at the long tables of various colleges.
"I always feel that you are a bit different, Hermione?" Luna briskly passed by Hermione, and then quickly stopped her body.
"And... you have a very nasty smell on you, and..." Luna's gray eyes sneaked a glance towards the long Slytherin table, hesitated, and then chose to remain silent.
"Forget it, pretend I didn't say it." Luna said softly, then swayed to an empty seat in Ravenclaw, and sat down at once.
"She's still crazy." Ron rolled his eyes and gave Luna a disgusted look. This girl is always talking.
"I don't think you've changed much... Hermione." Harry also looked at Hermione,
It's just that we haven't seen each other much for a holiday, and there won't be a big change.
For boys, the changes that need to be observed with the naked eye are estimated to be obvious until a change of hairstyle.
Of course, in fact Hermione's appearance did not change at all.
It was still the short, fluffy and messy brown hair, the amber eyes shining with wisdom, and the simple Gryffindor uniform.
"Of course I haven't changed."
Of course this is a lie.
After actually learning the Animagus.
Especially in the early stage, it will be somewhat similar to the habits of animal forms, and it will inevitably be affected.
The blizzard came almost exactly as the weather forecast, and her Animagus was completed without any risk.
However, she also paid some price. For example, she was very sleepy these days, and she lay in bed for at least half a week to catch up on sleep, so that she would not be sleepy as usual.
I had enough sleep today, otherwise I would have asked for leave and stayed in the dormitory to catch up on sleep.
But these are minor details.
She has learned the Animagus, so she can start the plan of surveillance.
And the person who is about to be watched is unconscious.
"Do you like eating chocolate so much now, Draco?" Pansy looked at Malfoy at the long Slytherin table and said strangely.
She saw the boy again holding a piece of chocolate-coated bread.
"I don't like it." He took a sip of the black tea to make the dry bread easier to swallow.
It was as if he was destroying some enemy.
"Actually, I'm enduring it." Malfoy said sincerely, his eyes wandering over Snape's vacant seat.
He knew that this man would not come back.
"Are you home this holiday?"
"The original home, go to the manor to have a look."
He talked perfunctorily, the disclosure of this information was meaningless.
"Okay." Seeing that Malfoy had no desire to reveal anything, Pansy had basically given up hope of prying something out of Malfoy's mouth. His eyes were sad, and he looked at the dinner plate in front of him. Food was produced and taken away. Regenerated, then taken away.
Repeat the cycle until there is no more food. It is not that the production of the elves is not enough, but that the meal time is over.
Professor McGonagall came to the rostrum.
"Christmas is over, it's a holiday that doesn't have a very happy atmosphere..." Mag said in a serious tone as he looked around.
"Is she too sleepy?" Hermione asked worriedly.
She keenly sensed that something was wrong.
I always feel that Professor McGonagall is weird today, and he doesn't have much energy to speak.
Then he looked at Luna unconsciously.
The girl's eyes were also full of worry.
In the past, the duties of the headmaster were better, daily things, but now it has become very troublesome. I have to deal with many aspects of things, coordinate, and face the pressure of the Ministry of Magic.
"Prohibited Items Article 7..."
With a bang, the seventh prohibition in Professor McGonagall's mouth fell, and his skinny hands wanted to touch the table, and then quickly slid down weakly.
"Professor McGonagall has fainted!" Someone among the students shouted first.
"Send her to the school hospital." Flitwick jumped onto the table, ready to command the students not to panic, but suddenly it became difficult to control his expression.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha... ... "
He soon started laughing wildly.
"Damn it." He cursed angrily while laughing.
It's not from the loss of emotional control, but from the loss of control of the muscles in the throat.
He drew his wand and gave a quick finger to his throat, then stopped.
The surrounding students watched in horror as his throat was throbbing wildly at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The short Flitwick jumped from the dining table again, and ran all the way out, his unrestrained laughter made people horrified.
In the blink of an eye, the accident stunned everyone.
"Unknown, that's what I said about unknown!" Trelawney screamed and stood up, kicking her stool down.