I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

The night sky was clear.

The full moon hangs high, and the soft brilliance is like the veil on the girl's pink skin.

Lynn prepared all the large and small bags, left the castle before the curfew started, and walked towards the Forbidden Forest.

The requirements for making Animagus Transforming Potions are very demanding, and no place in Hogwarts except the Forbidden Forest can meet his requirements.

No, the Room of Requirement will do, too, that room will meet all Lynn's needs, including the weather.

But it was a magical creation after all, and he was afraid that the natural environment simulated by magic would cause some unknown effects on the deformation potion.

If it is bad, then the fun will be great. There are countless examples in history of Animagus becoming half-human, half-animal monsters because of the failure of the transformation to remind him not to be clever!

Especially in this kind of magic that requires the right time and place.

Instead of going deep into the Forbidden Forest, he walked around the forest and came to a place outside the Forbidden Forest that he had chosen before.

The trees here are very large and dense, and it is summer, the branches and leaves are lush, and the sky is blocked, and no sunlight can penetrate during the day.

Lynn first found a conspicuous tree that could be used as a sign with the shovel transformed by Transfiguration, and dug a hole about half a meter deep under the tree.

Then he put down his shovel and walked out into the moonlight again with the potion material.

Aiming at the full moon in the sky, he took out the glass bottle, took out the mandela leaf that had been pressed under the tongue for a full month, put it into the bottle, and then started...

"hetui! hetui! hetui!..."

He kept spitting his saliva into the glass bottle.

This is a very disgusting and troublesome process. He not only has to be careful not to spit his phlegm in, but also keep saliva from his mouth until it is enough to fill the glass bottle.

At night, a boy kept spitting into a bottle in the dark woods, this scene seemed very strange.

When the amount of saliva was sufficient, he snapped a piece of his own hair and put it into a glass bottle, then scooped a silver teaspoon of dew from another bottle and put it in.

This bottle of dew had just come out of Snape's office this afternoon, and he had double-checked it before walking in. It was only bought by Snape, and it was taken from the fact that there was no sunlight and human contact for seven days. dew over the place.

Snape was so impatient with him at the time that he almost didn't want to give it to him to get him out of the way.

If it weren't for Lynn's serious and responsible handling of potion materials these days, Snape really didn't want to give him this bottle of dew.

After all, the price is really not cheap.

Snape had been wandering the fourth floor corridor of the castle where Dumbledore forbade students to pass by, as if he had discovered something recently.

Lynn guessed that he had sensed something was wrong with Professor Quirrell.

Apart from meeting Harry once in Diagon Alley, Lynn never reached out to him again.

This is what he did deliberately, because only in this way can he accurately judge that the plot of the first grade will continue according to the original book, and the opportunity he waited for will come.

After putting all the hair and dew in the bottle, there is one last thing missing from the ingredients of the shape-shifting potion.

Lynn took out a moth chrysalis from his pocket, which was the chrysalis of the grimace hawkmoth. It came from Snape's office. The price was more reasonable and the quality was guaranteed.

After stuffing the chrysalis into the bottle, this bottle of transformation potion is finished.

He closed the glass bottle with a cork, put it into the hole he had dug earlier, and finally filled it with a shovel.

All he could do now has been done, and the rest can only be left to God's will.

Until the next thunderstorm comes, he can come back here again, dig out the potion, and complete the final transformation.

It was nearly nine o'clock after Lynn packed everything up.

He did not make a special trip to send the remaining potion materials back to the dormitory, but brought them directly to the beating willow that he had agreed with Cedric and the others.

Wherever he was, Ian and Cedric came together.

Ever since they discovered the secret that Ian is a werewolf, they have come to accompany him after every full moon.

Right where a werewolf student once stayed to transform - Screaming Shack.

They'd be there all night talking about the Hogwarts professors, about the various houses, and interesting things about the wizarding or Muggle world.

However, it was obvious from Lynn and Cedric today that Ian didn't seem to be in a good mood.

When he walked through the secret passage to the screaming shack, he never said a word.

Although he rarely took the initiative to speak before, and his face was still cold, but after getting along for a long time, emotionally Lynn and the others could feel that something was wrong.

Ian wanted to do the same as usual, sitting on the dilapidated wooden floor with his back against the wooden wall, quietly waiting for the transformation to come.

Lynn and Cedric glanced at each other, and both motioned for the other to speak first and ask what was going on.

They performed a rock-paper-scissors game with their eyes. In the end, Cedric was defeated, but before he could ask, Ian spoke first.

"I shouldn't have come to Hogwarts this year."

Lynn and Cedric looked at him in astonishment.

"why?"

"Because my name is Campbell," he said softly.

Cedric didn't know why, because the surname didn't exist in the wizard's pure-blood family.

But Lynn frowned and thought of something.

When he first started, he felt that Ian's surname sounded familiar, but he didn't think about it much. This time, after he emphasized and reminded him, he could see that his family background was not ordinary before the combination. Lynn finally remembered the surname Campbell. Significance of representation in the UK.

"Is that Campbell of the Duke of Argyll?"

"The current Duke of Argyll is my father, and I am his only heir to the title and family."

This was the first time they had known each other for more than a year, and Ian took the initiative to mention his family affairs to them.

His transformation had already begun, silver-white hairs emerged from his body, his body and face began to elongate, he growled in pain, but he did not forget to tell Lynn their own stories.

"My father...he doesn't really want to admit that I'm his son..."

Sweat soaked his hair, and he continued to talk while breathing heavily.

"After I was born, he spent all day hanging out with the women outside, trying to have another son and then abandoning me..."

Lynn and Cedric didn't say anything, they knew that Ian only needed two listeners tonight.

The werewolf quietly sat back on the wooden floor and spoke calmly.

"Get rid of the monster that killed my mother as soon as I was born."