The Druid Master of Hogwarts

The fleet rowed across the mirror-like lake, carrying the little wizards through the ivy curtain that covered the front of the cliff, down a dark tunnel, and finally reached a place that resembled an underground pier.

Everyone disembarked, and Neville found his lost toad by the way.

Hagrid continued to lead the way with the lantern in hand, and this time he turned around and started to climb up.

Feish didn't bother to waste his energy, and he rolled back onto Hagrid's shoulders, shaking his calf comfortably.

"Why can he ride on that stupid big guy, but I need to go on my own."

Draco Malfoy muttered unhappily, even with the help of Goyle and Crabbe, it still made his young master a little embarrassed.

The tip-eared Fish heard Malfoy's complaint, and he turned to look at the light-blond-haired boy, remembering Minerva's advice to him...

Get along well with other little wizards.

So Fish moved his hips and turned his body around.

He sat down on Hagrid's shoulders and waved his arms at Malfoy. "Hey! Do you want to sit up too?"

Malfoy, who was suddenly named by Fisher, was stunned for a moment, feeling the strange gazes from all around him, and his pale cheeks couldn't help but turn red.

"No, no need."

Malfoy waved his hands quickly, then lowered his head voluntarily.

"Are you all right? Malfoy."

Crabbe asked worriedly, as one of Malfoy's valet, it was the first time Crabbe saw him speak so well.

Although Crabbe himself had an inexplicable affection for the little boy, with his limited IQ, he could not sort out the relationship between the two.

"What can I do?"

In the face of his valet, Malfoy immediately resumed his original style, proudly raising his head and pointing his nostrils at Crabbe.

In fact, Malfoy himself was a little puzzled. Originally, he wanted to ridicule the little wizard. I don't know why the words came to his mouth, but he couldn't say it, and then he was so inexplicably fooled.

However, before Malfoy could think about it, the freshmen, led by Hagrid, reached a huge oak door.

"Are they all there? Look, your toad is still there?"

Hagrid checked the number one last time and took a look at Neville's toad before raising his huge fist and knocking three times on the castle gate.

The door in front of her opened immediately, and a tall witch in an emerald green robe stood behind the door, her black hair pulled up high, and her serious expression made the group of already nervous little wizards even more nervous.

Just then, a voice broke the tense atmosphere.

"Minerva! I'm hungry, when can I have dinner, meow?"

Sitting on Hagrid's shoulders, Fisch looked relaxed. After he saw Professor McGonagall's figure, he immediately waved his arms excitedly and shouted at her.

Professor McGonagall looked at Fish who was sitting on Hagrid's shoulder, and her serious expression immediately softened a lot, but the words in her mouth were still severe.

"Get off Hagrid! Also, call me Professor McGonagall at school."

"Okay, Minerva, no problem, Minerva."

Fish jumped off Hagrid's shoulders and replied with a grin.

Professor McGonagall didn't continue talking to Fish, she nodded at Hagrid, "Thank you, Hagrid. Leave it to me to pick it up when you get here."

A group of little wizards followed Professor McGonagall into the castle gate, and they all consciously kept a short distance from her.

Only the restless Fish ran to Professor McGonagall's side and reached out to pull her sleeve, but Professor McGonagall knocked him on the forehead with a backhand.

"Go back to the team for me."

The corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth moved slightly, and he whispered to Feixu.

"Oh--"

Fisch covered his forehead with his hands and returned to the crowd with a pouted mouth. His aggrieved expression caused the little witches to exclaim "so cute" and "I really want to hug him".

Even among the boys, Harry vaguely heard a similar exclamation.

Professor McGonagall took the first-year students to a small empty room, and briefly mentioned the sorting ceremony and the four houses of Hogwarts, which were to be held later.

"What about dinner?"

Sorting ceremonies didn't matter, Fish's focus was on food.

"After the sorting ceremony, we will naturally arrange dinner for you."

Professor McGonagall glared at Fish, but answered his question seriously.

Without the temptation of food, it is wishful thinking to let this boy Feish stay here peacefully.

"I'll pick you up when it's ready over there." Professor McGonagall looked at Fish with a warning look, "Please keep quiet while you wait."

After speaking, Professor McGonagall left the room, and a group of little wizards immediately began to whisper.

What they talked about the most, apart from the sorting ceremony, was Fish, an obviously very special student, and Harry Potter, the famous savior, whose scars were hidden by his hair, so only a limited number of people knew that he was there. several.

After Professor McGonagall left, Fish ran to the door like no one else, and looked out through the crack of the door.

"Do you know what happened to him?"

After chatting with Ron about the sorting ceremony and making himself even more nervous, Harry thought it would be better to change the subject to ease his emotions.

"I don't know, he is probably the child of that Professor McGonagall just now?"

Ron shook his head and said a guess that everyone could see at a glance.

"Minerva McGonagall, head of Gryffindor House, master of transfiguration, one of the seven Animagus of this century, she has no children."

Hermione Granger, who was still reciting the spell in a low voice, suddenly interjected.

"I saw her introduction in "The Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century"."

"That's a nephew or something." Ron's cheeks twitched twice, as if he felt ashamed that he was not as knowledgeable as a witch from a Muggle family, he interrupted impatiently: "That's not the point at all."

"Excuse me... what is Animagus?"

Before Ron and Hermione got into an argument, Harry asked his question.

"Animagus is a very, very difficult spell," Hermione was particularly excited when she mentioned this, "this spell can turn a wizard into an animal that suits him best, and it usually takes years before he can Become an Animagus, since the 20th century, there have only been seven Animagus registered in the Ministry of Magic!"

Hermione's words were filled with admiration for Professor McGonagall.

"It should be eight now," Ron disliked Hermione's "good student" attitude very much, which reminded him of his excellent brothers, so he choked without hesitation, "I remember Two or three years ago, the Daily Prophet published a piece of news about the discovery of a natural Animagus."

Coincidentally, Draco Malfoy, who was not far away, also talked about it.

"I think I know who he is," Malfoy whispered to those around him in his slow tone, "he's the little wizard Minerva McGonagall adopted a few years ago, a natural Nimagus."

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