The days at Hogwarts

The two reached a consensus on this point. The other young wizards were definitely not as lucky as Sirius and his friends.

"Yes, Animagus... complicated... dangerous..."

Professor McGonagall's murmurs became quieter and quieter as she immersed herself in the knowledge of Transfiguration. The information from today's conversation and past knowledge kept emerging in her mind, and she kept extracting content that was useful for teaching.

"Professor McGonagall, I don't think you need to worry so much. Every young wizard in the Animagus teaching class has been selected, and they have a talent for Transfiguration. If they are carefully guided according to the steps in the book, they will be able to learn it." Sirius said.

"This is the only way." Professor McGonagall sighed, "It would be great if we could find Animagus of various animals for the students to watch."

This unrealistic idea made Sirius laugh a little: "Including me, there are only 8 Animagus registered now, which is far from covering all animals. Not to mention that most of the others are successful and famous, so why would they be willing to be assistants?"

"I will write to them. If students can see one more animal, they will have a better chance of success..."

Bang bang bang!

There was a sudden knock on the door.

……

In the courtyard of Hogwarts Castle, Neville squatted outside the pavilion and watched a slug intently. It squirmed its tender white body and crawled along the back of the grass blade, pupa, pupa...

Neville reached into his pocket, took out Rifle, and held it in front of the slug. The toad stuck out his tongue, and the slug was instantly pulled into his mouth and swallowed with a gulp.

Leif’s lunch is solved!

Neville happily kicked Rafe back into his pocket and turned his gaze to the little beetle on another blade of grass.

Visibly, the beetle's body trembled, it spread its wings and flapped them rapidly, leaving this dangerous place.

It seemed like it had been too long since graduation, and the beetle felt a little unfamiliar with the Hogwarts Castle. It flew unsteadily for a while before it determined that its target was on the eighth floor.

For a beetle, this height is a bit strenuous, and it stopped on the surface of the castle's stone wall to rest for a while before reaching the end. Unlike ordinary beetles, its flight path is very regular, or it is very purposeful and straight.

It hovered in the air outside the eighth floor for a while, looking around like a person, and finally it set its sights on a window - the window of the Gryffindor common room. It slipped in silently through the gap.

There were not many people in the common room. Fortunately, Little Beetle easily saw Loren and the others. The Weasleys' red hair was very conspicuous, and the lightning-shaped scar of the Boy Who Lived was also very conspicuous.

They sat by the window, discussing something eagerly.

"No! I want to learn Occlumency too!" Ron angrily slapped the newspaper on the table.

It's too much of a bully! Three people, except him, the other three are practicing brain occlumency during the holidays. What do you mean, you want to isolate me?

Harry was worrying about his brain, pressing his hands to his head and ignoring him.

Hermione rested her hands on the table, her chin in her hand, her eyes unfocused. Her mind was not here, she was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't hear what Ron said.

Loren didn't even raise his eyelids: "I can introduce you to Professor Snape. He will be happy to teach you Occlumency."

So Ron immediately lost his temper: "I, I don't really want to learn this magic."

The beetle landed on the ground, slid down the trouser leg of the little red-haired wizard, slowly crawled up his magic robe, and hid under the back of his collar.

Occlumency... a magic practiced only by wizards with secrets in their heads, and they seemed to have practiced it collectively.

Upon hearing such exciting news, Rita couldn't control the beetle's antennae and they trembled slightly. She was already thinking about how to report this incident in her mind.

"Unlike normal second-year wizards, they are not innocent. They discuss brain occlusion during the weekends, trying to prevent the world from knowing the secrets in their minds..."

At this moment, Loren felt a strange feeling creeping into his heart. The magical vision flashed a few times before his eyes. The magical light on several of his friends jumped a few times, and then quickly returned to its original color and appearance.

Like when I first saw Scabbers the rat... At the Sorting Feast, I was triggered by Voldemort's dark magic and saw the black light and shadow on Harry's scar and Quirrell's body... In the Room of Requirement, my vision was triggered by the blue magic of Ravenclaw's diadem...

Ever since he mastered magic perception, this passively triggered magic vision has rarely appeared.

Something is wrong. If he does not actively open the magic vision, it will usually only be triggered by special magic.

Loren blinked. He seemed to have grasped something, but the feeling was vague and he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He looked around, trying to find something wrong in the environment.

Hermione came back to her senses from her thoughts and said softly, "Did you notice that Dumbledore was not surprised at all when he heard the news that Peter Pettigrew had escaped? It was as if... as if he had known about this news for a long time."

Ron lowered his voice and continued, "And about Voldemort's new body, and Crabbe's transfer to Ilvermorny. He didn't say anything about these things."

"Most importantly, how did Peter Pettigrew escape from Azkaban?" Harry lowered his hands from his head. "When he was imprisoned, Sirius and Dumbledore specifically reminded him that he was an Animagus. The Ministry of Magic must have a special policy to deal with this, but he still escaped."

"You mean, there are Voldemort's people in the Ministry of Magic?" Ron said in surprise.

"Or they bribed the guards of Azkaban--" Hermione said, turning to see Loren behaving strangely.

Following Hermione's gaze, Harry and Ron turned to look at Loren, watching the crystal blue light in his eyes flicker a few times.

Loren closed his eyes and tapped his brows with his fingers. When he opened his eyes again, the only colors left in the world were black, white and gray.

The lines flowed like streams, colors lost their meaning of existence, lines of different thicknesses together outlined the contours of objects, the shapes gradually became transparent, and the world appeared in front of Loren in another form.

Lose the color, lose the cover.

The bugs hiding in the dark corners are showing their tracks...

Loren stopped scanning and looked straight at Ron, as if he was looking through Ron and behind him: "Found you!"

"What?" Ron shrank his neck and asked in confusion.

Before Ron could react, Loren grabbed his robe and shook it, causing the beetle on the robe to fly away due to the vibration.

Loren quickly took out his magic wand from his arms and pointed it at the beetle: "【Petrify All】"

The beetle turned grayish-white and fell stiffly onto the carpet with a slight sound.

Harry and Ron: "..."

Both of them had confused looks on their faces, completely unresponsive.

Weren't we just talking about something? Why did you suddenly pull out your wand? Just to deal with a bug, right?

Hermione asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Loren lifted his magic vision, picked up a snack box on the table, and put the beetle on the ground into it.

"I think this impolite guest is the famous reporter Rita Skeeter." Loren shook the box in his hand.

In order to let them see clearly, Loren raised his wand and tapped the box lightly. The box began to shake and tremble slightly. After the shaking ended, the box turned into a transparent glass bottle.

A beetle with grayish-white skin lay quietly at the bottom of the bottle, motionless.

Hermione and the other two had no doubts about Loren, who had exposed the rat on the first day of school. They stared at the little beetle with wide eyes.

Thinking about how this thing had just stuck to him, Ron's brain exploded and he screamed, "Why me again! Why is it always me!"

"Scabbers the mouse is like this, this beetle is like this, can't someone else bully these Animagus?" Ron was angrily.

"It seems that you are very popular with the animals." Harry joked with a smile.

"Animagus?" Hermione responded quickly, asking in confusion, "How do you know for sure she's Rita Skeeter's?"

"We talked about this not long ago, remember? Now she's the only one who approaches us and wants to dig some information out of us," Loren replied.

Harry immediately became alert: "Did she hear everything we just said?"

"That should be it." Loren nodded. "Now, let's think carefully about how to entertain this journalist guest."

……

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door of the Transfiguration Professor's office.

"Come in," Professor McGonagall greeted.

Loren, Hermione, Harry and Ron pushed the door open and walked in. Ron was holding a transparent glass bottle in his hand, shaking it constantly, with a pleased expression on his face, as if he had a grudge against the beetle in the bottle.

"Harry?"

"Sirius?"

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Ahem! Mr. Potter, you should call him Professor Black at school." Professor McGonagall coughed, interrupting the two people's greetings.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall." Harry replied honestly, and his tone immediately became cheerful again, "Hello, Professor Black."

Sirius looked at them with amusement.

"Mr. Weasley, stop bothering with that little beetle. It's already foaming at the mouth."

Professor McGonagall felt like she had a headache, "Mr. Morgan, Miss Granger, tell me now, do you have anything to do with me?"

I had a little problem with my computer and was late.

Then I’ll update it on the weekend!

Chapter 239 Course Selection

On Monday morning, when the little wizards passed by the bulletin board, they suddenly found two new messages updated on it.

The nearest little wizard came over and read out the two new messages word by word:

"Notice: This Wednesday at 8pm, the Dueling Club will hold an event in the Great Hall. Instructors: Severus Snape, Sirius Black."

"Notice: This Friday at 3pm, the Transfiguration classroom, the Animagus teaching class will officially begin. Students who have passed the exam are requested to attend on time.

"The first class does not involve any practical content. All students who are interested in Animagus are welcome to sit in."

The two pieces of bombshell news caused a stir among the crowd, and the little wizards began chattering about the two pieces of news.

"Professor Snape and Professor Black? Two advisors?"

"Will they demonstrate a duel? Who do you think will win?" Lee Jordan's voice was the loudest in the crowd.

This sentence immediately attracted all attention, and the second piece of news about the Animagus teaching class became insignificant.

"Stimulate!"

"Merlin's beard, I can't wait to see it!"

“I wonder who will win?”

"It has to be Professor Black. I've long wanted to see someone give the old bat a beating."

"It's a bit difficult. Although they are classmates, Professor Black was delayed for ten years, and Snape had ten more years to practice magic than him..."

The little wizards were talking about it under the notice board.

Their discussion was so loud that Loren and others not far away could hear it.

Loren, who had been sitting cross-legged on the sofa, did not move, his fingers swiping back and forth on a class schedule, muttering something like "choose, not choose..."

Ron put his arm around Harry's shoulders and said, "Don't worry. Sirius's magic level may not be as good as the old bat's, but he is definitely stronger than the old bat."

"Sirius will give the old bat a couple of punches on the nose so hard he'll be so dizzy he can't cast any spells," Ron vowed, pumping his fist excitedly.

Snape, who was pale and malnourished for a long time, looked very weak, while Sirius was thin but strong. This statement seemed to be possible.

Following Ron's fantasy, Harry also smiled foolishly.

Hermione couldn't help it, raised her wand and knocked everyone on the head: "Can you think about something serious, and think about whether the beetle reporter will be handed over to the Ministry of Magic?"

Ron cried out "Ouch", covered his head and retorted: "Professor McGonagall said we don't have to worry about this matter, she will take care of it."

"Yeah, yeah." Harry nodded, holding his head.

"Don't you want to know how Professor McGonagall will deal with it? Aren't you curious?" Hermione couldn't help asking.

"Curious." Harry nodded, "But we are more curious about the duel between Sirius and the old bat."

Ron nodded quickly: "That's right!"

"No, we have to remind Sirius that he can't fight the old bat head-on with magic, he should fight him in close combat."

The more Harry thought about it, the more he couldn't sit still, so he pulled Ron and ran outside.

"You guys!" Hermione choked.

"Relax, the beetle has been handed over to Professor McGonagall, we have to trust her." Loren said calmly.

Hermione said with a little worry: "I'm worried that Professor McGonagall will hand her over to the Ministry of Magic, and she will be acquitted in a few days. After all, they can't even keep an eye on Peter Pettigrew."

"Dumbledore is sensible. He will take these things into consideration." Loren picked up the quill and circled "Care of Magical Creatures", "Divination" and "Arithmancy" on the timetable.

Hermione noticed his movements, craned her neck to take a look, and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

"The elective courses for third graders should be announced before the Easter holiday," Loren explained.