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Chapter 60 Hagrid's Dog
"What a disaster..."

"really…"

The Potions class had just ended, and the students who filed out began to whisper about what had just happened in the class - Professor Snape had an incredibly bad temper today, and he scolded the students like he did on the first day of school.

He even didn't let go of those students who usually performed well in Potions class - simply because the color of their potion was not perfect.

“It’s horrible… Andrew, how many times have you been scolded?”

"Twice," Andrew shook his head. "I mixed up the two beetles and didn't slice the grass roots at an angle."

There was no way around it. He still occasionally made some non-magical mistakes - two beetles that looked similar, one had to be gutted from the back, the other had to be gutted from the abdomen and the left leg cut off...

The first one is understandable, but why is the second one? And the magical thing is that the beetle with the left leg cut off and the right leg have completely different effects when adding potions, and they act on different potions respectively.

He really couldn't remember such trivial knowledge points outside of the Transfiguration system, and could only rely on a simple preview in advance and then look up the books in class to deal with it - this resulted in his potion level being only able to maintain a level of not blowing up, being able to produce products, and occasionally reaching the level of not-so-perfect potions.

"Twice... that's not bad. But why is the professor so irritable today?"

"I don't know. Gryffindor's classes are in the afternoon..."

Andrew shook his head and told a lie - he knew why, but this gossip must not come out of his mouth.

It would be fatal if you were targeted by that professor.

The story began in the morning - Andrew woke up early as usual, and then went to Black Lake for a run. Coincidentally, he met the senior Hufflepuff again today.

After the introductions they made yesterday, the two men ran side by side for a while, and then the taller Shell called out to Andrew.

"Look over there."

He suddenly spoke, slowing down a bit and pointing the direction.

Then the two saw Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts.

"Oh my god..."

"Merlin's beard..."

The two of them exclaimed almost at the same time. An extremely ferocious beast that looked like it came from hell appeared in front of them - but this was not what surprised them.

This ferocious creature had seven parts joy, two parts helplessness and one part powerlessness in its eyes. It was being dragged by Hagrid by the neck towards the Forbidden Forest. Even from a distance, they could hear Hagrid's occasional voice.

"Good dog..."

"Thanks a lot…"

...

Such a scene deeply shocked Andrew and Sher.

"Do you think you can handle it?"

"I think I can handle three bites." Andrew swallowed and replied.

It wasn't that he was afraid of dogs, but the dog's movements in interaction with Hagrid, which could barely be called 'playing', were too agile, and completely different from the troll last time - he felt that his Transfiguration was not good enough to trap the other party, to be exact, it was far from it...

"I'm a little stronger than you, I can take a bite more..."

Shell's face turned pale, and the two of them tacitly avoided mentioning how much stronger Hagrid was, since he could pet a dog with one hand.

But Shel soon brought up another topic as if he had discovered a new world, "Do you think this thing is the dog that bit Snape recently?"

This does make sense - judging by the flexibility of the game between it and Hagrid, it is indeed possible. The story of Professor Snape being bitten by something had been spread around the dinner table for a long time, but today we finally saw the real culprit.

"It seems that the things on the fourth floor of the castle have indeed been taken away, but I'm afraid Snape will go crazy today - the culprit came out to bask in the sun, and he will probably be fed some delicious food for his good guarding... I bet his group will definitely not go around the Forbidden Forest recently."

Could you Hufflepuffs please stop gloating?

Although Andrew himself laughed out loud - but now Andrew is regretting his laughter in the morning.

Sixth-year students don't have to take Potions classes, and he, a first-year student, laughed too early...

"However, it seems that the Philosopher's Stone in the corridor on the third floor has indeed been removed. Although I don't know the specifics, Professor McGonagall should be free now, so she should have some time..."

He hasn't shown his imitation of the Bubble Head Charm to the professor yet - whether it's the direction of modification or similar imitation, Professor McGonagall's advice would definitely be a huge help to him.

Because of Professor Quirrell's death in the past few days, he guessed that Professor McGonagall might not have the energy to deal with this matter and had delayed it for a few days. If it was delayed any further, the Christmas holiday would be coming soon, and that would be too much of a delay.

Thinking of this, Andrew took out his class schedule and took a look at it. After confirming that his memory was correct, he said hello to his roommate and walked towards the second floor where Professor McGonagall's office was located.

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"Ah... please come in."

A familiar male voice sounded in Professor McGonagall's office. Andrew was puzzled for a moment, then pushed open the door.

"Wait a moment, the professor has gone to class - oh, it's you, your name is..." A red-haired boy was sitting in front of Professor McGonagall's desk, working hard on a pile of documents he didn't know what they were - but Andrew found that the ink bottle next to it was not even opened.

But now is not the time to care about this, he must make the other party less embarrassed, "Andrew Taylor, we have met many times in the library."

"Yes, yes," Percy was very nervous for some reason, "We have discussed the topic of Transfiguration twice before, and the professor spoke very highly of you."

'That's strange. What is he so nervous about? It's normal for a Gryffindor prefect to appear in a professor's office...'

However, he did not say a word about it. Instead, he found an excuse to leave - people who are in the way should stay away. There is a portrait at the door anyway, so there is no need to worry about unclear explanation.

"Oh, it's nothing. I have to sort these documents here anyway, so you can just read a book over there. I remember the professor has a very interesting monthly magazine, which is perfect for you to read."

To Andrew's surprise, Percy didn't want him to leave. Instead, he found him some journals on Transfiguration, and then sat there and stubbornly began to deal with the documents - but he occasionally wanted to look back, but quickly turned his head back firmly, as if there was some strange creature behind him.

'what? '

Andrew was a little curious, but he suppressed his curiosity, picked up the magazine and began to read it carefully.

(End of this chapter)