Hogwarts’s Affectionate and Righteous Slytherin

Since the opening dinner this year, at Hogwarts, students have been discussing a constant topic in private - the inter-school wizarding duel competition, which is finally about to kick off.

Slytherin's Transfiguration class is still with Gryffindor, just like Potions class.

This is the last class of the day. The students' emotions couldn't be restrained. They seemed to be a little too excited.

All because competitors from other schools are about to arrive at Hogwarts.

"I heard that Booth Barton's girl is very beautiful."

"Hmph, my cousin is studying in Durmstrang, and this time he will come too."

The students loudly discussed all the information they knew about the guests, and it was not ruled out that there was deliberate bragging.

So.

When Professor McGonagall walked into the classroom and saw the scene in front of her, she gave everyone a stern look.

"Whoever comes will not hinder your Transfiguration grades. I hope you will remember that Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous of all classes at Hogwarts, and mistakes that could have been avoided if distracted." She wrinkled He frowned, his expression very dignified, "Then I will have to give you a P with regret!"

"And you, Mr. Weasley, with all due respect, your O.W.L.S exams are getting closer and closer, and Booth Barton's witch can get you an E in Transfiguration."

"But the O.W.L.S exams aren't until fifth grade!" the red-haired Weasley protested loudly, who were only in third grade now.

Even if Booth Barton's witch couldn't get him a good Transfiguration, it wouldn't prevent him from getting a pass.

Potter gave him a thumbs up gesture.

Professor McGonagall gave the latter a stern look, and then said, "Maybe others are like this, but Mr. Weasley, please trust my professional judgment as a Transfiguration professor, if you want to take an advanced Transfiguration class. If you do, it will take a lot of practice. And I think it's the right time to start now!"

"And you, Mr. Potter, if you make trouble again, then I will ask you to leave, and regret to inform you that you will not be allowed to enter the class of Transfiguration in the future! I hope you can learn from Mr. Duke, not because of a little talent And proud."

Both Weasley and Potter stopped talking angrily.

Everyone saw that even Potter, Professor McGonagall's best student, was scolded, and the noisy classroom instantly became dead silent.

Reggie's face was calm, as if she didn't hear anything.

got used to.

After class, Professor McGonagall turned the desk into a toad, then the toad into a dagger, and then the wand turned the dagger back into the table after a while.

Professor McGonagall's class today asked everyone to turn a toad into a dagger.

Reggie and Sirius finished their homework at about the same time.

They earned points for their respective academies.

Among them, Reggie's dagger is based on the style of an ancient goblin in his impression. The exquisite carvings and complex goblin characters on the top are highly praised by Professor McGonagall and exempted him from today's transfiguration class work paper.

But most of the others were still struggling with their own toad, and Weasley wanted to stab the toad to death with his twelve-inch wand, his face flushed red.

The toad, who had been unresponsive all the time, suddenly turned his feet up and his belly turned up without moving. Arthur was taken aback.

Killing the experimental subject will only make his already poor deformation performance even worse.

He rolled his eyes and saw that Professor McGonagall was not far away, and Weasley was about to poke at it with his wand.

"quack"

Toad jumped up, turned over, and then went straight to Weasley's face, slamming his limbs on his face.

Weasley was taken aback by this sudden change and let out a strange cry.

Professor McGonagall looked past the classmates beside him, looked at Weasley, pursed his lips, trembling slightly.

With a wave of his wand, he pulled the toad on Weasley's face and returned to the desk.

Weasley hurriedly touched his face: "Am I okay? Am I okay?"

His partner gave him a look of disgust.

Seeing his partner's reaction, Arthur panicked even more.

Professor McGonagall frowned when he saw his reaction.

Since then, Professor McGonagall's eyes have been fixed on the messy red hair from time to time. Until the end of the get out of class, Weasley's table only reluctantly conjured a slice-like thing, without a handle, and the tip of the knife was not sharp enough.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, and after thinking it over, she still gave a pass.

It is worth mentioning that today's Transfiguration assignment papers are nine inches, while Weasley's Transfiguration assignment papers are exclusively limited to twelve inches.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or not, but it happened to be as long as his wand.

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Hogwarts Castle is rare and almost empty.

Everyone is outside, because the representatives of the Passive Wizarding Duel Tournament will arrive at Hogwarts at six o'clock.

The deans of the four colleges directed their students to line up, and they had to give themselves a loud voice to ensure that the students could hear them.

Among them, the team of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff can almost be called a loud voice, and the students of Ravenclaw are also whispering, only Slytherin, the voice is almost small can be ignored.

Looking at Professor Slughorn, who was in a hurry with his colleagues, he smiled honestly, and his big belly couldn't help but straighten forward, which made him look more like a walrus.

After maintaining the order of the team, the four academies filed out, walked down the steps, and stood in a queue to wait outside Hogwarts.

The night was falling, and the moon hanging high above the Forbidden Forest was faintly visible. The cold night wind was blowing their school robes slightly. Everyone was looking forward to seeing the distance.

Apart from.

"I'd rather go back to my cauldron than stand here stupidly waiting for someone else," Snape muttered softly.

His face was as gloomy as the night, maybe because of the busy two days, Snape's hair started to get greasy again.

"Severus, be patient." Ridge laughed, and then said something meaningful. "Maybe, there is an acquaintance we haven't seen for a long time among the guests today, and you must really want to see him."

"I don't think I have any acquaintances abroad." Snape squinted, thinking for a moment, and then disconnected, "Ilvermorny's megalomaniac, Booth Barton's flower butterfly, Durmstrong's reckless— "The remaining words were stuck in his throat, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

Germany, Durmstrang, old acquaintance.

A familiar name popped into his mind.

"I heard that only pretty little wizards can enter Booth Barton."

Alecto Carrow's voice came from behind: "I received their acceptance letter back then, but my dad said that Hogwarts is the best."

You are talking nonsense.