Hogwarts: Comprehension is against the sky, strength is flying bricks

It's amazing to say.

Oga had been at Hogwarts for days.

The castle of Hogwarts turned.

Delicious food was also eaten.

But not a single serious class was taken.

Well, Quirrell's lesson doesn't count, it's not serious in the first place.

And today, it's another Transfiguration class and Potions class.

Early morning.

The little wizards are still immersed in sleep.

Harry Potter got up early today.

I always feel that my head is a little heavy.

I didn't think much about it, it was caused by the late night tour last night and lack of sleep.

I went to wash up early in the morning.

"Wait."

Harry was stunned.

"Why is it so familiar today?"

Then a piercing scream broke the morning silence.

The little wizards of Gryffindor woke up.

Oga was also woken up.

Confused thought.

"Why does this sound so much like Halle Potter?"

Come to think of it, there's a Potions class today.

I cast a spell on Harry last night.

"Oh, that's all right."

So Oga turned his head and prepared to sleep for five or six minutes.

......

In the Gryffindor common room.

Long red hair in blonde.

Bright green eyes.

A little "witch" who looked like this came down from the upper floor of the men's dormitory.

It caused everyone to look at it for a while.

"Who is this?"

"Familiar?"

"Huh."

Harry thought to himself.

With a flick of his hair, he walked out of Gryffindor with a high spirit.

Once born and ripened twice.

For Harry, this kind of thing was completely used to it.

Social death is a kind of thing, as long as you have died once, you don't care at all.

Breakfast time.

Oga carries soy milk and buns.

Say good morning to Hermione.

By the way, the soy milk buns were made by the house-elves of Hogwarts that Oga taught.

Hermione sat down with her meal and saw a familiar and unfamiliar "little witch" in the Gryffindor seat. "

Hermione narrowed her eyes.

Suddenly realized, said in disbelief.

"Harry? Harry potter? "

Halle Potter said in his crisp voice like a yellow finch.

"What's the matter, Hermione."

Hermione stopped talking.

Because she was meditating.

Think back to the large number of strange people at Hogwarts.

From professors down to students.

Although it is difficult to accept.

But Hermione still came to a terrifying conclusion.

"Could it be that magic can really make people perverted?"

......

The class bell rang.

Unfortunately, the first lesson was a Transfiguration class.

Oga's favorite potions class today is the next one.

It's a pity that there are no tiger cats on the podium.

The little wizards, including Oga, sat down.

As if afraid of being "poisoned" by Professor McGonagall.

Today's Oga still abandons self-knowledge.

Professor McGonagall walked in in in human form.

The words strict and smart are perfectly reflected in her.

There is no relationship to the person who ran away from the previous Transfiguration class.

"Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous spell in your Hogwarts curriculum."

Professor McGonagall said.

"Anyone who wants to be naughty in my class, I ask him out and never let him in again."

"I warned you."

The little wizards nodded quickly.

Then she turned her lectern into a pig and then back.

The students were attracted and hated to start learning right away, but they soon understood that it would take a long time to turn furniture into animals.

After the students took a bunch of complicated notes.

Professor McGonagall gave each of them a match.

Start asking everyone to try to turn a match into a needle.

Professor McGonagall stepped off the podium and toured the classroom as everyone practiced.

When passing by Hermione Granger.

I found that her matches had changed a little, and they were still very pointy.

Professor McGonagall smiled at Hermione.

"Gryffindor plus two points."

Hermione was a little stunned when she heard this, and looked at Professor McGonagall differently.

Professor McGonagall was bitter and unable to speak.

I'm afraid that Professor McGonagall's criticism can't be reversed for the time being.

Professor McGonagall then made her rounds.

Walked up to Harry Potter, oh no, Harley Potter.

Professor McGonagall saw that the match in his hand already had the shape of a needle, but the color was still the color of wood.

It seems that several of Oga's daydream spell teachings are still effective.

Professor McGonagall nodded.

Said.

"Good."

"Harry plus five points."

"Halle?"

Harry Potter stopped the Transfiguration in his hand.

She looked up at Professor McGonagall.

Crisp said.

"Is there a problem, Professor?"

Professor McGonagall stopped talking.

"No problem, Transfiguration is good, Harley."

Professor McGonagall said after a silence.

After that, Professor McGonagall continued to make the round.

Walked in front of Oga.

Professor McGonagall's eyes lit up.

I saw Oga holding a needle and thread in his hand, and was sewing and mending the robes of the classmates next to him.

Professor McGonagall hurried forward.

A nod of satisfaction.

"Yes, Oga, you become absolutely seamless."

"It's hard for me to see the traces of the Transfiguration Charm."

"No, it's not hard. It's completely invisible..."

After speaking, he looked at Oga with a puzzled look.

Professor McGonagall herself was silent.

"So Oga, it's really a needle, right?"

Oga nodded.

Road.

"Professor, the robe of the classmate next to me is rotten."

"I just happened to bring a needle and thread, so I helped her make up for it."

Professor McGonagall covered her face.

"Oga, what about your matches?"

Oga pointed suspiciously to the rocket model on the table.

It seemed strange why Professor McGonagall, who was powerful, would ask such a basic question.

Professor McGonagall looked at the rocket.

I didn't pay attention just now, maybe because I saw such a big thing on the table, I subconsciously ignored it.

After all, matches are only so small.

At this time, Oga said seriously.

"Professor, matches and needles have so little in common, I can only turn it into a rocket when I think about it."

"After all, rockets and matches have a little more in common."

McGonagall nodded.

Inner complaining.

"Would you like to see what else you say?"

"And how do you make matches so big?"

Inner complaining, inner complaining.

Professor McGonagall still said to Oga on the surface.

"Oh? So what do you say about the commonality of rockets and matches? "

Professor McGonagall always felt that the student's eyes on her were somewhat familiar.

It's like, it's like.

"It seems that when I was in school, the eyes of the top students looking at the scum..."

Oga said.

"Professor, let me show you directly."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

So Oga took out a match.

"Wait Oga, where did you get the matches?"

Professor McGonagall asked.

So Oga lifted the Transfiguration Charm on the match, turning the match into a needle.

Then Professor McGonagall felt that she was being seen by the top students again.

Oga turned the needle back into a match again and gently rubbed it on the ground.

A faint flame rose on the matches.

"By the way, Professor, you'd better not get so close."

Oga said intimately to Professor McGonagall.

Without waiting for Professor McGonagall to back off, he quickly took a match and lit the tail of the rocket.

Smoke came out of the tail of the rocket.

Then the rocket soared into the sky.

But here are the professors, there are no clouds.

So the rocket broke through the ceiling.

The senior students upstairs panicked.

I saw that the tail of the rocket was partially separated.

First-stage separation, second-stage separation....

Then rush out of Hogwarts and straight into the sky.

Hogwarts, the first time on the maintenance schedule!

Congratulations!

Professor McGonagall was silent.

Not long after.

Class is over.

After hearing about this class, Professor McGonagall took a short vacation.

Go to Professor Dumbledore to study Transfiguration.

The second lesson arrived.

It was Oga who was the long-awaited Potions class today.

Snape combed his oil head and walked into the classroom.

Seeing Harry Potter dressed up today, my eyes lit up.

It was as if the souls had drifted into the distance.

Snape picked up the roster like the walking dead.

Others hurried over.

Calling Harry's name slowly and very gently.

By the way, only the word "Harry".

After the roll call, Snape nodded.

"Very well, Harry."

"Arrived on time today, Gryffindor plus five, plus two points."

Snape thought to himself, he was restrained enough.

Presumably Dumbledore wouldn't have any opinions.

Harry shivered.

The Potions class went on.

The Gryffindor students felt that this was the smoothest Potions class they had ever had.

Snape divided them into teams of two and instructed them to mix a simple potion for scabies.

Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom.

Then walked up to Harry and didn't move.

Look at him called dried nettle, crushed the snake's fangs....

Harry only thought that Snape must have something seriously ill at this time.

Just as Snape watched Harry Potter steam slugs with tentacles.

A sudden puff of acidic green smoke came out of the classroom, and there was a loud sizzling sound.

Neville somehow burned Seamus's hot pot into a crooked piece, and the potion in the pot splashed on the stone floor, burning the shoes of his classmates out of the hole.

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