I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Lynn becomes a crow.

It is the crow that is as black as a crow in the world.

This was a little different from what he had guessed before. He originally thought that because he liked sugar, maybe Animagus would turn into an insect similar to a little bee.

Turns out... the crow is not bad either.

No matter what kind of Animagus animal, it will provide a lot of help and convenience to the wizard, but flying and small birds are undoubtedly the best Animagus form.

Not all wizards can fly like Voldemort without the help of a flying broom, so the flying Animagus is a great help to Lynn.

And crows are rare in all parts of the world, generally no one will pay attention, and the concealment is very high.

Lynn's freshness has not subsided, especially the feeling of soaring in the sky by himself, which he can never experience by riding a flying broom.

He first flew to where he was when he transformed, picked up the wand that had fallen on the ground in his mouth, then flew back to the castle and put the wand on a conspicuous balcony.

After the first successful transformation of Animagus, because of the need for a wand and a spell, the wand cannot become a part of the animal body like other belongings.

This needs to wait for him to master the transformation of Animagus thoroughly and proficiently, to the extent that he can directly transform without a wand and spell. The way to deal with it is embarrassing.

After turning into a crow, Lynn felt that his magic power was locked in his body, and he couldn't use magic until he turned back into a human body.

And he can't hold a wand in his hand now, and he can't recite a spell in his mouth.

After hiding his wand, he flew around the Hogwarts castle, and then flew in the direction of Hogsmeade.

After learning the Animagus, how can I use the secret way to sneak out?

At this time, basically all the shops in the wizard town have closed, and now the only two bars in the town are still lit.

Three broom bars and a pig's head bar.

In addition to selling alcohol and food, these two bars also work part-time as hotels, providing accommodation for pedestrians.

Lynn flapped his wings and came to the lit window in the three broom bars.

There was a rush of water inside, and Ms. Rose Merta, the proprietress who had been busy all day, was taking a shower.

The light was so white that it caught Lynn's eyes by surprise, and he staggered and almost fell off the window sill.

After regaining his senses, Lynn hurriedly waved his wings again and left the three broom bars.

see no evil, see no evil...

He Lynn is a serious crow, and learning Animagus is definitely not to peek at girls taking a bath.

The serious crow flew around Hogsmeade again, and although the rain drenched it like a chicken in soup, Lynn didn't care.

He landed on a branch next to the Pig's Head Bar and shook the rain off his body. Just as he was about to return to Hogwarts, a room on the second floor of the bar suddenly lit up.

Through the window, Lynn saw the hunchbacked old man crawling off the bed, holding a white powder in his hand, and looked around with a wary expression.

He saw Lynn outside the window, and looked at him the same way.

"It's unlucky, the stinky crow hurry up and leave."

He was clearly trying to do something shady, but Lynn had no interest in it, and he had enough troubles.

Lynn called out "quack" twice and flew into the sky, towards Hogwarts Castle.

The rain has begun to gradually decrease, but it has not stopped completely, just like a faucet that has not been tightened, it is still falling.

He found the balcony where he hid his wand, and just as he picked up his wand and was about to find a suitable place to turn back into a human shape, a sound of footsteps from far to near suddenly caught his attention.

Lynn was standing on the windowsill with his wand in his mouth, ready to see which bear boy was roaming around the castle at night without sleep.

Soon, he saw a familiar figure.

A Defence Against the Dark Arts professor with a scarf on his head - Quirrell.

He looked a little impatient, and opened the doors of every classroom he passed by in the corridor, as if looking for a suitable empty classroom.

There was something odd about his behavior, which raised Lynn's curiosity.

Now is the time when Harry Potter just won his second Quidditch match and Hagrid's little dragon named Norbert broke the shell.

Lynn vaguely remembered Quirrell and Voldemort doing nothing but selling Hagrid a dragon egg during this time.

But the way he is now, it obviously doesn't look like he's going to do serious business.

Lynn put down the wand in his mouth and jumped quietly on the windowsill, following Quirrell.

Quirrell hurriedly found many empty classrooms on the fifth floor of the castle, and finally chose a classroom without desks and chairs and walked in.

After he entered the classroom, Lynn counted in his mind for ten seconds before jumping off the window sill lightly.

Instead of flapping his wings, he carefully walked to the classroom window with two claws under the cover of the sound of rain.

He waited quietly under the window sill, and before he was allowed to wait long, a flash of lightning suddenly fell from the horizon. Through the window, it illuminated the corridor in the castle in an instant, and then returned to darkness.

After the lightning passed, Lynn estimated the time in his mind, and at the same time as the thunder came, he flapped his wings and landed on the classroom window sill.

Under the cover of thunder, these movements were all silent.

Lynn stood cautiously on the side of the windowsill, leaning his head to observe the situation in the classroom.

Quirrell seemed to have just tidied up the field. Standing in the center of the empty classroom, he stretched out his wand and created a green flame on the floor.

The flame seems to have no temperature. At first glance, it can't make people feel the slightest warmth, and some are just a coldness rising from the depths of the soul.

Quirrell stood beside the throbbing cold flames, the green fire reflected on his face, his face was like a corpse, only blank.

He seemed to be waiting for time.

It didn't take long, probably around one o'clock in the morning, when he finally moved.

He took out a bag of white powder from the pocket of his robe. Quirrell put on the wide hood of the robe to cover up his appearance, and then squeezed a small amount from it and sprinkled it into the green flames.

The flame suddenly became twisted, and slowly, a rickety old figure appeared in the green fire.

Lynn, who was peeping in front of the windowsill, saw the hunchbacked old man, his scarlet pupils shrank suddenly.

The other party did not hide his face. This person he had just met, in the guest room on the second floor of Hogsmeade's Pig's Head Bar.

He was also holding the same white powder in Quirrell's hand at the time.

Apparently they were instant messaging in some way.

The figure of the hunchbacked old man in the flames looked a little illusory, he said in a hoarse voice.

"We've talked so many times, so can you accept my offer?"

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