Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 23 Animagus

"Snacks from the Muggle world?" Ron immediately became interested.

When it comes to eating, Ronald has never lost to anyone in his life.

Only Crabbe and Goyle from Slytherin could have knocked him down in that regard.

"Try this." Harry fished out a red can of soda and handed it to Ron.

"Wow, it's Coke." Seamus said in surprise, "It's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!"

"You like Pepsi?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, no, no, no, how could I like to drink the water used to wash the pot?" Simo said with a look of disgust.

Harry extended his hand very formally, and Seamus took it in turn.

"In that case, we are good friends."

"Friend!" Seamus nodded in agreement.

The confrontation between Pepsi and Coca-Cola is no less than the battle between sweet and salty.

"Is this a drink?" Ron looked at the can in his hand curiously, pulled the ring open, and poured the Coke into the cup.

He stared at the fizzing bubbles and asked hesitantly, "Hey, this color, is it really drinkable? I mean, I've never tasted a drink better than Butterbeer."

"You try," Seamus said.

Ron picked up the cup. The dark color, which was comparable to that of the potion, made him look reluctant, not to mention that the contents of the cup were still bubbling.

"I have to ask, is this thing really not a potion?"

"Try taking a sip," said Harry.

Now that his good friend had spoken, Ron had no choice but to put on a righteous look. He closed his eyes and took a big sip.

"Wow--" he exclaimed.

"How's it, isn't it?" Harry raised an eyebrow and asked, "How does it compare to Butterbeer?"

"Butterbeer?" Ron took another sip of Coke. "What is that? I'm really not familiar with it."

Everyone laughed when they heard Ron's words.

Harry took out a bunch of snacks to share with his new friends. It was the first time for everyone to meet each other and also the first time to enter school (except Harry). No one wanted to sleep, and they chatted until late at night before saying good night to each other and falling into a deep sleep.

When Harry walked out of the dormitory the next day, he found that there were always some whispers following him, such as the one wearing glasses, asking if he saw his scar and so on.

Even students from other colleges lined up at the door of Gryffindor's dormitory to see him, as if he were a rare creature in a zoo. Wherever he went, they would follow him and whisper something to each other behind him, without even the slightest sense of boundaries.

He didn't care. They would stop after they got used to his presence.

To the distress of the freshmen, there are a total of 142 staircases in Hogwarts. Some of them are wide and big; some are narrow and small, and shaky; some lead to different places every Friday; some have a step that suddenly disappears halfway up, and you have to remember where you should jump over.

There were also doors that wouldn't open unless you asked them politely or poked them in the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, just solid walls that looked like doors. It was hard to remember what was where because everything seemed to be constantly moving. The people in the portraits were constantly visiting each other and even making friendly conversations.

Harry was not surprised. After all, he had been here for six years, and returning to Hogwarts was like returning home.

A hundred years ago he had no home - just like now, if there was ever a place where he could feel he belonged, it was Hogwarts.

Ron was also surprised at his good friend's familiarity with the road, but after hearing him say that he had a particularly good sense of direction, he quickly accepted this explanation.

But the roads in Hogwarts are not the most uncomfortable for the freshmen. After all, in addition to these moving roads, there are also those ghosts that can be seen but not touched.

Often when a freshman is about to open a door, a ghost suddenly jumps out from behind the door, giving the freshman a fright.

Nearly Headless Nick was, of course, happy to show the way to the new Gryffindor students; but if you were already late for class and happened to run into the mischievous Peeves, that would be more difficult than having two locked doors and a staircase with a lot of traps.

He would drop a wastebasket on your head, pull the rug out from under you, throw chalk at you, or sneak up behind you and grab your nose when you can't see and scream, "Pull your nose!"

There were even several freshmen who broke down and cried after being teased by Peeves because they were going to be late for class.

No one noticed a problem. Peeves never seemed to play tricks on Harry and would never even appear within Harry's field of vision.

Ron had been following Harry so much that he had forgotten about Peeves.

Since first-year students have just entered school and need to adapt to and become familiar with the school environment, the course schedule is quite loose, and students have enough time to explore the school.

(Gryffindor first-year curriculum, source: Zhihu @陈马)

When Harry got the timetable, he was still sighing, times have really changed. When Phineas Black is the headmaster, do you still want to have time to rest?
Learn some manners, you rude little troll!
When Harry and Ron arrived at the Transfiguration classroom, there were only a few people sitting in the classroom.

It seemed that no one got up very early, Harry thought, maybe they were chatting until late at night just like them.

On the podium in front, squatting was a silver-gray tabby cat.

Seeing Harry and Ron come in, the cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed into slits.

"Wow, it seems that Professor McGonagall brought a cat to class?" Ron grinned and walked forward, as if he wanted to pet the cat. "I bet, man, she wants to use this cat as a teaching aid."

Harry quickly grabbed Ron. He felt something was wrong—the lines around the cat's eyes looked like a pair of square glasses.

Of course he remembered the pair of square glasses. In fact, its owner was the stern head of Gryffindor. What if this cat... No, could it be that Professor McGonagall was an Animagus?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, so he whispered to Ron, "Sit down, Ron. I don't think Professor McGonagall would want anyone to touch her cat, even if it's a teaching aid."

"You're right." Ron hurriedly followed Harry and sat down beside him. He also recalled Professor McGonagall's serious expression, and by the way, he also imagined an angry Professor McGonagall.

"Hiss..." He took a deep breath. The Professor McGonagall he imagined in his mind really scared him!

(End of this chapter)