Hogwarts Abnormal Raiders

Dong dong dong

Hermione stood at the door nervously and knocked lightly three times.

After thinking for a minute, she finally chose the latter between "chasing out and getting the match back" and "sending the match back first, and then letting Professor McGonagall handle the matter."

She realized that she didn't want to have too much contact with the "pure bloods" of Malfoy. Her previous experience told her that doing so would only lead to humiliation.

Not because of fear, but because it's really hard for a logical person like her to talk to people who are influenced by stereotyped thinking.

She can find [-] arguments to prove that purebloods are not much better than Muggle wizards, and the other party can just reply "Sorry, this is the glory flowing in the blood, you don't understand" to render her speechless. .

They refused to engage with her, and she didn't bother to communicate with them.

Neville is right, there are more friendly people in this school, and people like Malfoy are in the minority after all.

There was no need for her to look for trouble.

Let Professor McGonagall teach these thieves a lesson.

Hermione nodded, silently applauding her wit.

But, after she knocked on the door, why didn't she get a response?

Hermione glanced at the name on the door strangely. Yes, it was Professor McGonagall's office.

Isn't the person here?

dong dong dong.

Hermione had to knock three more times.

Still no response.

"Professor McGonagall, are you there? Ouch..."

Hermione tilted her head and put her ear against the door to hear the sound, but unexpectedly the door suddenly opened.

She fell into the office involuntarily.

He raised his head and looked around, and sure enough there was no one in the room.

I saw that the walls were covered with various Quidditch-related photos, including photos of Professor McGonagall with famous players, and Professor McGonagall herself flying on the field on a broomstick.

There are several flying broomsticks hanging on the other wall. From their styles, it can be seen that they all have a history.

Hermione took a closer look and saw that each of these brooms had a signature on them. It seemed that they were specially collected by Professor McGonagall.

Just as she was about to leave, a tabby cat suddenly fell from the roof and startled her.

The tabby cat quickly transformed into Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall shook her body, as if she had been tortured a lot just now.

"Hello, Miss Granger."

Hermione covered her mouth with a frightened look on her face: "Professor McGonagall, what are you..."

Professor McGonagall smiled awkwardly:

"Sorry, there seemed to be a mouse scurrying across the roof just now. I couldn't help but...

Hermione: "...Okay."

Professor McGonagall said helplessly: "Don't be too surprised, Miss Granger. This is the disadvantage of Animagus. When you are emotionally unstable, you are easily affected by the animal form. If you learn in this area in the future, I will I suggest you think about it carefully."

Of course Hermione knew what an Animagus was, after all she had read the Advanced Transfiguration Guide.

"So that's it, Professor McGonagall, is there no way to eliminate this effect?"

Professor McGonagall shook his head: "As far as I know, there is no good way so far, because there are not many people learning this kind of magic, and the researchers from the Ministry of Magic don't want to spend too much energy on it."

Hermione nodded in understanding.

Professor McGonagall smiled: "I saw in class today that you are a very smart little witch. At least in this class, you should be the best. If any of you can learn Animagus , that should be you."

Hermione smiled sheepishly, but then her mood dropped a little.

"Maybe not the best, at least compared to that person..."

"You mean Mr. Malfoy"

Hermione nodded, thinking that the person in the Transfiguration class had easily accomplished something that others could not do. Although the result was a little unexpected, it was still amazing.

She couldn't help but have some self-doubt, so she asked: "Professor, are pure-blood wizards really more talented in magic than Muggle wizards?"

Professor McGonagall looked at her expression and knew what the little girl was thinking. She reached out and touched Hermione's fluffy hair and said seriously:

"Miss Granger, if you read the history of modern magic, you will find that this view is simply untenable. There are many great wizards who come from Muggle families. Although they are not pure blood, they have a strong understanding of magic. The achievements we have made in our development are obvious to all and are indelible, so blood will not stop us from moving forward, right?"

Professor McGonagall paused and then continued: "As for Mr. Malfoy, he grew up in a wizarding family and was exposed to magic earlier than you. In addition, he is a bit smart, so he may be good at simple courses. Excellent, and you, on the first day of class, the first time you came into contact with magic, you can do it one step faster than everyone else, so I bet that Mr. Malfoy will never go further than you on the road of magic. I I see great potential in you, but in him, haha, he is just playful and exaggerated."

Hermione lowered her head in embarrassment and said to herself, I am really as good as Professor McGonagall said.

Although she has always been the best among her peers in the Muggle world, when she entered the unfamiliar field of magic, she was inevitably a little panicked. Maintaining excellence has become a habit for her, so she only watched so much before school started. I have memorized so many spells in my book, just to better integrate into this world and into this magical group of wizards.

However, some people don't seem to accept her existence very much.

"By the way," Hermione seemed to have thought of something and said hesitantly, "Professor McGonagall, I didn't handle the matter you asked me to do well."

Professor McGonagall asked strangely: "What happened?"

Hermione: "Everyone handed over the matches. Only the three people traveling with Malfoy seemed to have taken the matches away, and I couldn't catch up."

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Professor McGonagall's face froze. Thinking of the proud look on that little white-haired guy's face, he guessed that it must have been Malfoy's instigation. He also wanted to withhold a few matches. He really didn't want to take any loss.

"This Malfoy can always come up with some tricks for me, forget it, let him be." Professor McGonagall sighed and waved her hands.

"Ah, but professor, didn't you say that these matches are cultural heritage? Each one is worth 200 gold galleons."

Hermione was surprised and didn't understand why Professor McGonagall let the guy go so easily. Shouldn't he try to find ways to get him back?

Professor McGonagall covered her head and she forgot about it.

Yes, some people will believe what they say casually to save face. These little wizards are still young and not familiar with the world, so they will definitely not know the game behind it.

These matches indeed have a long history, and indeed each one has witnessed the growth of wizards.

But the crux of the problem is that there are too many of them. There are still matches purchased 50 years ago in the underground warehouse of Hogwarts.

Matches are indeed too fragile, and many of them are scrapped every year. Malfoy is certainly not the first person to destroy teaching aids, but he is the first person to be asked for compensation for destroying matches.

Just because a professor couldn't stand his arrogant expression.

But Professor McGonagall knew that Malfoy must have understood, otherwise he would not have left the match secretly, just to tell her that he knew she was talking nonsense, so he would come and ask for it in person if he could.

Professor McGonagall would not do what he wanted. She rolled her eyes and thought of a way.

She patted Hermione on the shoulder and smiled: "Miss Granger, I have one more thing to ask of you."

Hermione: "Yeah"