DNF Meets Harry Potter

Under the control of Magna, the three silver-white cats collapsed and turned into mist again. Gradually, the mist slowly turned into several half-human, half-monster creatures, terrifying and deformed like deep divers.

Some of them have five legs, and some have normal lower bodies and twitching dog heads on the upper body. All of them were distorted in shape, with painful expressions on their faces, and began to struggle frantically.

"See? These are the final fate of those wizards who failed to transform due to their arrogance and disobedience to the rules.

So far, the magic world has not found any effective way to reverse this state, even the incomparably miraculous magic cannot create such a thing as regret medicine..."

Professor McGonagall said this sentence very seriously, without the slightest meaning of joking, and sternly warned Carl if he didn’t want to become like this, it’s best not to mess around in private, she understands that sometimes the little wizard’s adventurous spirit just faints their heads.

Carlton suddenly became serious, and on the surface he agreed with a very serious face, but in private, he had a plan...

Isn't it just configuring potions? Although he is too lazy to do it, isn't there a ready-made tool man?

"Professor Snape, I guess I'm going to trouble you again now, I believe that such a small matter shouldn't bother you too much..."

Carl thought so silently in his heart.

"Okay, that's about the end of what I'm going to say. Take this bottle, the mandrake leaves inside should be enough for you. It's really time for Professor Sprout to introduce mandrakes this time, but let you Picked up a bargain..."

Professor McGonagall left the bottle to Carl, and suddenly remembered something, took a brand new diary from the podium and handed it to him, and continued: "Perhaps you can pay more attention to the Muggle weather forecast recently, it is quite accurate .By the way, this is for you, this is my new understanding of Animagus over the years..."

Carl took the diary from her, and was not surprised to see Professor McGonagall mentioning the Muggle weather forecast, after all, he knew her background.

"Thank you for your guidance!"

The teaching has almost been completed. Professor McGonagall stepped off the podium and was about to leave. Carl stood up from his chair and bowed quickly to express his thanks.

Professor McGonagall smiled, and said that guiding talented and polite students is the happiest time for a professor. Carl doesn't need to thank her, because she has gained enough sense of accomplishment and satisfaction from him... …

"You can read the notes first to prepare for the work, and wait until the right time to complete the magic in one go. Of course, if there is anything you don't understand during the practice, you can ask me anytime and anywhere." McGonagall When the professor turned the doorknob slightly and was about to leave, he turned his head and said to Carl.

After Professor McGonagall left, Carl sat alone in the empty Transfiguration classroom, gently rubbing the notebook she handed over. Very new, very new, this notebook felt much better to the touch than Tom Riddle's diary, and the faint ink smell from it made him feel very comfortable.

Gently opened the notebook and flipped through a few pages, Carl found that it was full of Professor McGonagall's experience and related comments on practicing Animagus.

The entire notebook is written in great detail, and some dangerous knowledge points are marked with emphasis symbols. It can be seen that the original owner is very careful...

"As expected of the number two soul figure of Hogwarts, what a powerful copying spell!"

Carl muttered to himself and put the notebook close to him. He estimated that Professor McGonagall had been writing this notebook a long time ago. Every time she meets a student who is talented and she likes, she will make a copy, so as to guide them to the path of transformation masters...

After summing up the experience of this class, Carl walked out of the Transfiguration classroom with a jar of Mandrake leaves and a notebook on Animagus practice presented by Professor McGonagall, but he was missing nothing. Go straight back to the dormitory, but go straight to the dark cellar.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Outside Snape's office, Carl banged on the door like a drum.

The Potions professor, who aspired to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, opened the door with a gloomy face. When he saw the acquaintance outside the door, his face became even more ugly. Because the bastard in front of him came to him either to borrow something or to collect debts, or to dig a hole like crazy, and the most extreme thing was to let him jump into it willingly.

"Long time no see, Mr. Harris..." Snape said darkly in his usual drawn-out tone: "If you can't give me a reasonable explanation this time, I would like to spend a month at Mr. Filch's place. Confinement may help you remember how to politely knock at the door..."

"Professor Snape is really joking. We just met a few days ago. Where did it come from?" Carl squeezed past Snape as if returning to his own home, and walked into the office calmly. He sat down on the chair and stretched himself.

"Anyway, we've known each other for so long, and we've completed deals one after another, so we're old acquaintances. You don't even invite me in, you want to shut me out, it really makes me sad...

I think it's time to relearn how to teach you how to treat guests. Don't you always call yourself a Half-Blood Prince? Do you want me to enroll you in a noble etiquette class in the Muggle world? "

Carl responded to Snape's gloominess with a smile, and told him what he should do now.

Snape stared at him with a livid face, and every time he saw the little bastard, he always felt a ball of Fiendfire wandering and destroying his internal organs.

"Whether you want money, or you want life, do you understand? If you understand, you can go now!"

Snape slammed the door open vigorously, the expression on his face getting worse...

"Don't drive people away just because you don't agree with me like this. In fact, I came here this time mainly to make a deal with you. I promise you will feel right this time!"

Seeing Snape's face turning blue and then pale, Carl put away his playful smile and spoke seriously.

Hearing the familiar word "trade" again, Snape's tense face couldn't bear it any longer.

"Ah, another deal? I really don't understand what value Mr. Harris' poor Potions professor has to him after spending all his Galleons..."

Snape is indeed Snape, still the same taste, nothing has changed...

"Our positions are probably going to be reversed this time. Professor Snape, I have something to ask..."