Glory To Slytherin

However, the plan for the transformation technique collapsed before it even started.

After class, Ulysses wanted to stay, until all the students left the deformed classroom, and then walked towards Professor McGonagall who was packing up the teaching materials.

"Mr. Lestrange, what's the matter?"

Professor McGonagall had noticed him a long time ago, and said coldly when he saw him walking over.

Ulysses shook his heart. Intuition tells him that Professor McGonagall doesn't seem to see him much.

Ulysses asked himself that there was nothing to offend Professor McGonagall. The most likely reason was his own surname and his college. And Professor McGonagall is a rigorous and meticulous person in teaching, and it is unlikely that he will be treated differently because of the division of colleges.

Have a scapegoat for this surname again?

Ulysses smiled bitterly to himself, and said naturally on his face:

"Professor, about the elemental transformation and soul transformation mentioned in your class..."

"Please wait, Mr. Lestrange."

Professor McGonagall’s straight eyebrows raised in surprise, "You are only in third grade...Even if your level of polymorphism is better than your peers, in my opinion, it is still far from reaching elemental polymorphism and soul polymorphism. degree."

"So is there a similar transformation technique that is easier to master?"

Ulysses knew that this time he might return without success, and asked with the last glimmer of hope.

"Both of these are extremely deep transfiguration techniques. I have not heard of a simplified version. Maybe you can consult Professor Dumbledore, who was the professor of transfiguration during my school days."

Professor McGonagall shook his head and gave Ulysses a suggestion.

This is to kick the ball to Dumbledore, let him decide whether to pass on this knowledge to Ulysses.

Ulysses sighed secretly, but the etiquette did not fall. He bowed slightly to Professor McGonagall and said softly:

"In that case, excuse me, Professor."

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and watched Ulysses walk out of the classroom, with some doubts in his amber eyes.

Walking in the corridors of Hogwarts Castle, Ulysses is reflecting on himself.

The smooth flow of the curse class and the potions class made him subconsciously feel that Professor McGonagall would not reject him, but for a while, he ignored that those two transformation arts were indeed not something that a third-grade wizard should come into contact with.

‘Go try something else. If there is really no way, then consider whether to go to Dumbledore. ’

Ulysses thought to himself, putting seeking Dumbledore's help at the bottom of his priority.

Although he didn't believe that the greatest white wizard of our time would throw a dementor without saying a word when meeting, this is the idea that persecuted delusions can only have. But Dumbledore is more than 130 years old. An old man who has lived so long, experience, emotion, and experience will give him a pair of sharp eyes, even without magic, he can easily see through some people.

Ulysses was not sure that he could keep his secret under the gaze of those azure blue eyes.

There are not many people in the corridor, and they probably rushed to the next classroom.

Ulysses lowered his head, thinking about which professor he had to find to pass the note if he needed to enter the library's restricted area. After all, that kind of high-end polymorphism would never be placed in the public area.

Or... what kind of preparation you need to make if you sneak in secretly.

As I was thinking, I suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in front of me. Ulysses raised his head and saw that a boy with a lightning scar on his forehead was racing madly, followed helplessly by two little wizards, a man and a woman.

Seeing that he was about to hit someone, Harry slammed the brakes and stopped in front of Ulysses. After taking a couple of breaths, he saw Ulysses' face clearly and said suspiciously:

"Huh, is it you?"

"Harry! Don't run away, Crevy is gone."

Behind him, Hermione yelled feebly, and she walked over and her eyes lit up when she saw Ulysses, "What a coincidence, Mr. Lestrange, we meet again."

"really."

Ulysses nodded, "You are... being chased by someone?"

"It's not that serious. There is a freshman named Colin Crevey who is a huge fan of Harry. He has a camera in his hand and has been following Harry since last night. I wish Harry every minute. All appeared under his lens..."

Ulysses then remembered that there was such a thing. He didn't think this was a tricky question, and said casually:

"This is already in the category of invasion of privacy, right? Remind him."

"Pay attention to my vocabulary,'crazy' fan..." Hermione's little face was a little distressed, "We have reminded him, but he still doesn't hold back."

"Then you can only take some measures. If the severe warning still doesn't work, quietly give him a small evil curse, such as the tripping curse, the incisor curse, the big stick snot curse, or just run to him. In the common room, he issued an invitation to a duel in front of everyone. I promise him that such an experience will be unforgettable for life..."

Ulysses spoke more and more smoothly, and it took a long time to realize that this was not Boothbatton, and quickly stopped talking and smiled pretending that nothing happened.

The three of Harry looked at him with strange eyes.

"Speaking of which, did you have no class in the second period?"

Ulysses decided to change the subject.

"Damn it, it's Snape's potions class. Hurry up, or he will deduct us points again."

The faces of the three Harry changed all together, and then ran to the potions classroom.

Ulysses shrugged and walked to the second floor, where the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom was there.

"Hermione, are you familiar with him?"

The three slowed down until the potions classroom was near.

Ron, who had not said a word at the beginning, saw Hermione and Ulysses having a very happy conversation, his face was even more weird, and he couldn't help but ask.

"It's okay, we were in a carriage on the bus to the school."

Hermione gasped and said, and the continuous running made her already weak body extremely uncomfortable.

"I think……"

Ron hesitated to speak, and finally said, "We better keep a certain distance from him."

"Why?" Hermione frowned. "I think Mr. Lestrange is pretty good."

"His last name is Lestrange, he's a Slytherin... Well, even if he has nothing to do with the Lestrange family under Mystery, but thinking about the method he just said, I always think he is a bit... …Evil nature."

"Is it so serious, Ron?"

Harry also thought Ron had made a fuss.

Ron shook his head and said nothing. Intuition from the pure-blood family told him that it is best to stay away from Ulysses, the farther the better.

Hermione was silent. She looked back at the way she came, lost in thought.

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