DNF Meets Harry Potter

When Philip took out the catnip and put it on the cat's nose, he just wanted to scratch his chin.

"Meow!"

The cat froze, and one paw smashed the catnip, leaving Philip with a confused look.

Carl's thighs were about to turn purple at this time, and an abnormal flush appeared on his little face.

He never imagined that Philip would be able to do such a thing. Sure enough, there is no reason for Shao Nuoren.

"Carl, why are you blushing? Do you have a cold and a fever?" Alex asked worriedly while looking at the somewhat abnormal Carl.

"No~, it's all right, I ate too much chili in the morning, and now my throat is burning a little bit, don't worry about me."

He suppressed a smile and gave a random reason.

Don't laugh! Otherwise, you will be killed later...

It's time for class now...

"Bang!"

The door to the classroom slammed open and shut, and Harry and Ron ran into the classroom panting.

"Fu~, fortunately, although I'm late, old McGonagall hasn't come yet. Harry, can you imagine how ugly old McGonagall's face would be if you found out that we were late?"

Ron looked at the absence of Professor McGonagall in the classroom, took a deep breath and grimaced at Harry.

"Really, Mr. Weasley, are you sure I'm not there? And it's not a good habit to talk about people behind their backs."

The tabby cat on the podium jumped down and turned into a witch in an emerald green robe and a pointed hat after flipping around in the air.

The eyes of the students present were straight when they saw this scene, especially Philip and Ron. Carl saw that their jaws were about to fall to the ground.

"Gudong~"

Philip swallowed the saliva in his mouth, he was too nervous to walk now.

"What did I have to do just now that I came to play with the cat?! This pill..."

He wondered sadly how Professor McGonagall would take care of himself later, perhaps turning himself into a cat?

"Hug~, sorry~, Professor McGonagall, we didn't mean to, we got lost when we came."

Ron was suppressed by Professor McGonagall's powerful aura, his face pale, his legs trembled uncontrollably, and he tried to justify himself and Harry.

However, only Professor McGonagall's stern eyes and words responded to him: "Maybe I need to turn you into a map, so that at least one of you will come to the classroom early. Now go back to your seats, I think I will find your own There shouldn't be a map for the seats... and because you were late for my first class, Gryffindor lost two points for that!"

After Professor McGonagall taught Harry and Ron who were late, he turned around and walked back to the podium. At the same time, he glanced at Philip who was standing beside him at a loss and said, "Mr. Warren, I think you won't do this again next time. Now, please go back to your seat, I'll start class soon."

Philip, who received an accurate answer, fled back to his seat like an amnesty, and almost fell over because he walked too fast.

Carl watched Philip beside him silently take out the textbook and start flipping through it, with an expression that had nothing to do with me.

At this time, Philip's expression was not very good-looking. He stared at Karl viciously with his basilisk-like eyes, as if he was going to eat him alive.

"Cough, sorry, Philip, I didn't know that the cat was made by Professor McGonagall. I thought it was her."

Seeing that his roommate's face was wrong, Carl hurriedly defended himself.

With that innocent expression and just the right body movements, the actor will feel ashamed when he comes.

"Quiet!"

Professor McGonagall interrupted their conversation with a soft drink and glared at them.

"Transfiguration will be the most complex, difficult, and dangerous magic you'll ever learn at Hogwarts!"

"No one, no one is allowed to disrupt my class!"

"If anyone dares to defy my last bottom line, then I will invite him out and never step into my classroom again!"

"The above remarks have been repeated every year to new first-year students since I took up the role of Hogwarts Transfiguration classroom. I hope you will always keep this rule in mind."

Professor McGonagall took out his wand and tapped it on the lecture table to turn it into a piglet, and then back again.

This subtle transformation successfully aroused the interest of all the little wizards present, making them wish that Professor McGonagall would teach them this kind of magic.

However, obviously, this is not yet within their reach. The first thing they will face is the basic laws of Transfiguration.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please put down your wands! You won't need it yet, and I need to tell you the basics of Transfiguration."

"If you don't follow these basic rules and start learning blindly, the consequences may make your life at risk."

After Professor McGonagall finished speaking, he turned around and tapped the blackboard with his wand just like Professor Snape had done in class. Numerous notes appeared on it, and they were very bright red.

After doing this, she turned around to face everyone, and then said very seriously: "The first lesson of transformation magic is the five exceptions to Gamp's law of transformation! Does anyone know?"

Karl raised his right hand high, and there was Miss Know-it-all who wanted to answer like him. No way, he overturned so many times in the past two days that Ravenclaw was deducted badly.

When he had breakfast this morning, he felt that the seniors and seniors at the Ravenclaw long table were looking at him strangely.

A group of slaves, never won, never won...

"Mr. Carl, please answer this question."

Professor McGonagall nodded to him lightly. She also felt that the child was too miserable and should be given a chance.

Carl stood up excitedly, finally being able to add points and not have to endure the unusual gaze. Although he doesn't care about the college cup, he can't stand the fact that the Ravenclaws are a bunch of slaves, and the happiness of his dean is absolutely proportional to the number of these things. He still wants more. It's a good idea to find a reason to ask my dean, Professor Flitwick, to open a small stove.

Why is Voldemort so strong? When they were in school, they were sweet with their mouths and deep with their scheming, and they almost emptied all the professors at Hogwarts. Entering the forbidden book area with the comments from the professors is like entering a no-man's land.

Deducting a few points is like stabbing a few knives in their hearts, and after deducting points, they have to cater to their sad atmosphere. What? Dare you be happy? Do you still want to hang out in our cottage?

"Cough cough~"

Carl cleared his throat, and he was almost choked with laughter just now, and now he just took this opportunity to slow down.

"The five exceptions to Gamp's Law of Transfiguration were summed up by an unknown wizard who has been circulating in the magical world for thousands of years, and has long been verified as the supreme truth of Transfiguration..."

Oops, after I signed the contract, there were more than ten collections a day. It's so hard for me (ω`) to shed tears in the wind