Chapter 37

"She's an old liar!"

After the divination class was over, Qiu commented while walking on the road.

"I can't say that, I think she's still very good.

Like Heloise's prophecy, 'Beware of wizards with an L in their name', right? ' retorted Marietta.

"What do you think, William?"

"I don't know either." William shrugged.

He never made too much evaluation in areas he didn't understand.

He is not a professional and is easily slapped in the face by others. He still understands this truth.

In general, everyone still holds a polarized attitude towards the level of Professor Trelawney.

Some people think she's very good; some people think she's just running the train with a mouthful of mouth and an old liar.

There is still a small part waiting and watching. After all, she made a lot of prophecies in the first class, and everyone is waiting for it to be fulfilled.

As for Heloise...

She shivered, not only to be careful of wizards with the letter L, but also to prevent being kidnapped, imprisoned, tortured...

"Are you coming next time?" Qiu asked.

"Forget it, I'm going to take an arithmetic and divination class next class." William shook his head.

"This course is really like what Professor McGonagall said, just read the book."

William is now curious about the grades of Professor McGonagall's divination class.

She must not have learned how to lie, otherwise she could get a certificate in this class with her eyes closed.

The group chatted as they walked down the hallway before being drawn in by a group of sophomores.

They were covered in mud and came chattering.

Neville's four roommates carried him in a hurry and panting.

If it's night, this is just like a scene of picking up corpses in a nightclub, or the kind of plot full of big men.

Harry, who was holding one of Neville's legs, saw Qiu next to William, and suddenly looked like he had a kidney deficiency, and motioned everyone to take a break.

"Hi, William!" Hermione greeted her as she walked away from her two roommates. "The divination class is over?"

"It's over, what's the matter with your face?" William couldn't help laughing.

Hermione's face was covered in mud, she didn't know, she thought she had just participated in Lord Bei's Wilderness Survival.

"Mud? I didn't notice, we just finished Professor Sprout's herbal medicine class."

The girl raised her face, and William took out a tissue from his pocket and gently wiped her cheek.

Immediately, he stretched out his finger and flicked on her forehead. He shrank his hand and smiled, "What's wrong with Neville?"

"Neville's earmuffs weren't on, and he heard Mandrakes cry," Hermione explained.

The mandrakes' cries were deadly, but as a child, they could only knock the wizard into a coma for a few hours.

Apparently, Neville got caught.

Harry, who was not far away, held Neville's trouser leg in his left hand, and straightened his messy hair in his right hand, trying to maintain a good image in front of Qiu.

If it wasn't for Neville, he'd probably drop him directly on the ground.

After all, he was holding Neville's legs and was covered in mud. No matter how he looked at it, he was not too handsome.

Autumn is slowly approaching...

Harry's heart was beating so fast that it was about to pop out of his chest. This was the scene he had dreamed of in his dreams!

What, is it going to happen?

Harry couldn't help but raise his face and looked at Qiu with expectant eyes.

But Cho didn't look at Harry, his attention was on Neville.

She took her wand and poked Neville cautiously to see if he was still alive.

Harry suddenly envied Neville,

I don't know if he is pretending to pass out now, whether Qiu will have artificial respiration or something.

Seeing Harry's raised face and looking expectant, such an obvious hint, Ron consciously wiped him with his muddy robe.

Harry gave Ron a hard look.

Ron was a little inexplicable and a little hurt. Harry didn't have such an attitude when he was whispering in bed last night!

Soon, the Gryffindor students continued to carry Neville to Madam Pomfrey.

The students of William and Ravenclaw walked towards the Transfiguration classroom.

The outside of the Transfiguration classroom was crowded with students, and everyone was standing in the corridor, no one entered.

This is unusual!

William and Qiu looked from the door, where Professor McGonagall was standing inside, talking to a very short, hunchbacked witch.

-Gusselda Marchban!

William recognized the witch immediately.

The two had met at the Merlin award ceremony, and Dumbledore helped him widen his network.

After learning Animagus, she also wrote a congratulatory letter to William and asked for details.

Professor McGonagall was conversing with her respectfully. Professor Marcheban was a little deaf, she was only a foot from McGonagall, but she answered in a particularly loud voice.

"The journey is smooth, the journey is smooth, child," she exclaimed. "You're still so pretty."

Calling Professor McGonagall a child... there's nothing wrong with calling it that.

Professor Marchbank was older than Dumbledore.

In fact, when Dumbledore took the N.E.W.Ts exam, it was Professor Marche class that took his Transfiguration and Charms.

And Dumbledore is now over a hundred years old, and it is normal for Professor Marchiebane to be one hundred thirty or four years old.

The maximum life expectancy of wizards is much longer than that of Muggles, even without items such as the Philosopher's Stone.

"By the way, Albus, why didn't you come to see me, did you hide from me on purpose!"

She looked around carefully, as if hoping that Dumbledore would suddenly appear out of a corner.

Marchban admires Dumbledore!

Especially appreciated.

She suddenly saw William at the door and waved enthusiastically.

Under the watchful eyes of all the students, William walked in.

"Hello, Professor Marchban, why are you here?" William said respectfully.

"Can't I come?" the old man laughed.

"On behalf of the Ministry of Magic, to register my Animagus?" William asked.

"That's only part of it. I came to you today with several responsibilities," Professor Marchban said.

"According to the registration process of the Ministry of Magic..." Professor Marchban waved his wand, and a scroll of parchment floated in the air.

"Are you thirteen now?"

"Yes."

The feather pen registered quickly.

"Did you learn Animagus at school?"

"Yes, I was taught by Professor McGonagall in my second year."

"It's amazing!" Machiban praised, "You can learn Animagus at your age...a genius!

This evaluation, I only told Albus back then, when I took the N.E.W.T. exam that year, I personally took his Transfiguration and Charm.

He's a big seventeen-year-old boy with magic wands I've never seen before, and I've been following him ever since. "

Don't look at the fact that Maggie Bam is much older than Dumbledore, but it seems to be his "little fan sister". If you say a few words, you should mention Dumbledore.

Obviously, the principal was deliberately avoiding this overly enthusiastic grandmother by not showing up.

"Then, child, can you cast it and show it to me. I need to register your characteristics to make sure that you are not being cast by someone else's blood magic spell."

The Blood Curse is a vicious and complex black magic that, once caught, will eventually transform into an animal forever and never return to a human form.

"The mysterious circus recently started to operate quietly again?" Professor McGonagall said worriedly.

"Yes, they can always get bloodcursed orcs to perform, I doubt them..."

Professor Marchban stopped, obviously not wanting to talk more in front of William.

William was at a loss. It seemed that his gold medal spy was not very powerful, and he didn't get any information. He was going to go back and ask Niko.

Under the expectations of Professor Marchban, William immediately turned into a sea eagle.

All the students crowded around the door exclaiming.

There was applause from the crowd!

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(Ask for a recommendation ticket, everyone)