Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The fog is pervasive and bushes grow.

At the edge of the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest, the visible range is a little more than the depths. The pale golden sunlight swayed by the sun is cut into a bit of brilliance by the dense layers of leaves, entangled with the white mist , Like a light yarn sewn with golden silk thread, the mist floats, and the light yarn dances with it.

Under a tall oak tree, Hermione and Professor McGonagall were talking about something.

"I mentioned it as an expansion in the previous transformation course. Animagus is a very difficult magic. The process of learning it requires great perseverance, great talent, and a little luck."

"Animagus is a magic that needs to be adhered to. The first part is very difficult. You need to call a leaf of Mandela grass in your mouth during the first month of the month. No circumstances can let him be Swallow it or spit it out. If you leave your mouth, everything will start again."

"So Hermione, you should practice first. Get used to having a piece in your mouth, otherwise you may make a mistake when eating and you will lose all your efforts."

"Then at the full moon..." Professor McGonagall said patiently.

"...Especially there is a step. If there is not enough storm as an opportunity, as the last step, we have to wait forever."

"Good luck, after you are ready, there may be a storm that is enough for you to take this step, bad luck, it may take a few years."

"That is not a torrential rain in the conventional sense. It must be heavy. The heavier the rain, the higher the success rate."

"This holiday may only ensure that you are proficient in the previous steps."

"It takes a lot of effort to transform into an animal form. This is a price that must be paid."

"Of course, you are one of the smartest students I have ever taught, and I believe you can master it." Maybe it was because she thought it might dampen Hermione's enthusiasm, Professor McGonagall suddenly changed the subject and started to encourage Hermione again.

"I will teach you most of the time, at least to keep you from going astray."

"After all, some people are still groping, but they have become monsters, or they can't change back into human form."

After all, it was teaching, so in most cases, Professor McGonagall was talking about it, and Hermione just listened quietly.

"This is the end of the first class. If you don't understand, you can ask after thinking about it."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Hermione murmured a little, with leaves in her mouth inconvenient to talk, and she looked very awkward.

And the place where they practice is farther and farther away from the center of the Forbidden Forest, because the deeper they go, the evil that surrounds them makes it almost impossible to breathe normally.

I don’t know why, after explaining the main points, Professor McGonagall frowned, looked into the depths, and then sighed: “Firenze is indeed not exaggerated, but I have not found the source of the problem at all.”

The dense pressure almost drives people crazy, and the smell of evil is almost everywhere.

"Maybe you have to change a place in the future. This neighborhood is indeed not suitable." Professor McGonagall frowned and looked around the surrounding environment, apparently becoming more and more disgusted with the evil in the Forbidden Forest.

She went deep, then found nothing, and was forced back by increasing pressure.

The most critical problem is that she doesn't know where the problem lies. If it is an evil creature, at least it must have a physical body.

She had also used the spell "Uncovered" to remove the disguise, but it had no effect, so she had to give up.

"By the way, is it accustomed to being alone in the dormitory?" Professor McGonagall helped her glasses and asked with concern to Hermione. When talking in private, she would not put on a face of bitterness and hatred. hole.

"It's okay, Professor McGonagall." Hermione said softly.

In the next school year, she will be a sixth-grade student. In the process of maturity, learning to endure loneliness is a path that must be passed..

May be more lonely in the future

"By the way, today's practice ends here."

"You come to the office with me, I have something for you"

Animagus’s early exercises are quite boring, or can’t be considered as exercises, just preparations for prerequisites.

Hermione followed Professor McGonagall back to her office, and the old lady pulled out an envelope from under the large roll of parchment.

"This is your result. Since your parents have traveled abroad, I won't send it to them, but give it to you directly."

"Look at it, whether it is me or your parents, I will be proud of you."

Hermione opened the envelope expectantly, her hands trembling from tension.

Covering his mouth in disbelief, he almost called out.

"Eleven Os, I'm very satisfied." Professor McGonagall rarely praised, with a slight smile on his wrinkled face

Even more than 12 O makes her feel happy.

As everyone knows, she hates Trelawney's divination lesson.

If you choose all courses, you have to take 12 exams.

And Hermione's eleven is very telling.

Hermione held up the report card and repeated it through the yellow light.

"There is something wrong with my arithmetic and divination, as well as the actual combat of the dark magic defense, I thought..." Hermione was still a little happy to cry as she counted.

She wants to share this joy with her parents, but this is impossible to achieve.

"Stupid boy." Professor McGonagall thought Hermione was just happy because of her grades.

"Even if it is excellent, some flaws will be allowed. You did a good job." The old lady said with a smile.

In the following period, Hermione spent a period of time at Hogwarts that could be called a "leisure time"

Everything is too late, and Animagus is not a skill to waste all day practice.

With Mandela leaves in her mouth, Hermione chose to go to the library to kill time.

Although it is a holiday, the library is still open.

Mrs. Pins, the librarian, was leaning on a red cloth seat with side flaps. She was holding a Muggle popular love story and looked at it with relish, and she choked with her hands from time to time. With tears.

Seeing Hermione walking in, Mrs. Pince quickly hid the book behind her.

This is not surprising, because Professor McGonagall greeted her

Hermione wanted to recommend some of the 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 position, quickly sat down, unfolded the book, and began to preview what she might learn later.

For example, "Advanced Potions", Snape still likes to target Gryffindor.

He often asked some simple questions to his own students, and used difficult problems to make Gryffindor difficult, most of which were beyond the textbook.

Harry was the object of his torment the most, even if Hermione's hand was almost raised to the ceiling, Snape pretended not to see it.

Of course, what she didn't know was that Severus Snape was no longer the person who would teach them the sixth grade potions class in the future.