NOVEL NEXT Chapter 17 and Professor Cat
The giant tentacles returned to the water.
Now, all the boats entered the dark tunnel.
However, Hagrid's lantern illuminated everything on his boat.
Malfoy, wrapped in a moleskin coat, shivering with cold and fear, and dripping with water, became the only light in the darkness.
All eyes turned to him.
Harry and Ron looked the same.
The surroundings were full of mosquito-like discussions.
"Don't talk to me." Ron's voice trembled.
However, only Harry paid attention to him.
Curiously asked, "Why?"
Hermione glanced at him and focused her attention on the profile of Basil.
Basil hummed Hedwig's theme (the theme song of Hedwig, the soundtrack of the movie) and closed his eyes leisurely.
Ron didn't care. He closed his eyes with a very happy expression on his face, "Because I want to engrave this thing in my memory forever, the little baby Malfoy in Hagrid's arms."
Harry laughed out loud in cooperation.
"I still remember him once saying bad things about Hagrid in front of me: 'I've heard of him. He's a servant, right? This guy is very rough, lives in a small wooden house on the campus, gets drunk from time to time, plays some spells, and ends up burning his own bed.'"
"And now? In the arms of someone he despises."
Ron's smile faded, "Isn't the first little wizard of the same age you met me?"
Harry was puzzled, "You? I just chatted with him for a few words in Madam Malkin's robe shop. We didn't even exchange names."
Bajir opened his eyes and turned his head.
Ron didn't seem satisfied with Harry's answer.
Harry also thought Ron was a little inexplicable.
The atmosphere between the two suddenly changed. They sat back to back on both sides of the boat and fell silent.
"Hey, why are we like a quarreling couple?"
Bajir couldn't help but move closer to Hermione.
Hermione smiled in surprise.
Among the four, only Hermione won!
Until they got off the boat and came to a ground of gravel and pebbles.
Harry and Ron still didn't speak.
Even Malfoy was still in Hagrid's arms, and Neville found the toad and called Rif as Foley, but it didn't attract the attention of the two.
At this time, Basil also looked melancholy.
In front of him was a bumpy tunnel in the rock.
What was even more desperate was that, combined with the Hogwarts in his mind, after climbing up and walking through a flat, wet grass, there was another long stone staircase.
Then there was the castle gate.
It would be good if no one knew him.
He could sneak around and teleport directly when the main force reached the stone steps.
He took a serious look at Hermione, who was somehow much more enthusiastic.
Obviously, this was impossible.
If he had known earlier, he should have put himself in the water.
In this way, he could sleep like a baby in Hagrid's arms without having to walk.
In a blink of an eye, Basil, who had walked the entire way and arrived in front of the castle gate, still did not change his mind.
Watching Hagrid clench his right fist and pound on the door.
With Malfoy in his left arm, the envy in Basil's eyes had not completely faded.
Until the door opened.
The tall black-haired witch in emerald green robes appeared in front of him.
"Hiss!" Basil nudged Ron, the wizard of the magic world, with his elbow, "Who is she? I want to know all her information in one second!"
"She?" Ron looked confused, "Who else could it be. Minerva McGonagall, deputy headmaster of Hogwarts, dean of Gryffindor College, and head of the Transfiguration Department."
"How could it be." Basil almost muttered in his sleep, "How old is she?"
The cat professor in front of him had black hair and square-framed glasses.
And her skin was smooth, white, and almost wrinkle-free.
She had a beautiful face, a tight emerald green robe, and a slender figure.
And a hint of tenderness when she used the cold-repelling and water-removing spells on Malfoy.
This could be the kind old lady, the cat professor! ! !
Ron actually answered, "Well, let me think, my mother is 41 years old, and she said Professor McGonagall is almost 30 years older than her."
"So she is almost 70?" Basil was a little skeptical about life.
The last time this happened, he knew that his grandmother gave birth to his father at the age of 80.
On the other side, Ron was still talking nonstop, whispering Professor McGonagall's personal information.
At this moment, he discovered that in addition to playing chess, he had other specialties!
Ron Rita Skeeter II Weasley was born!
"My mother said that Professor McGonagall is an amazing legend."
"When she was a baby, she had the ability to control the cat at home, summon toys to her crib, and make her father's bagpipes play by themselves."
"She got the highest scores in both O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. exams, was elected as the prefect and the head girl of the student union, and won the Most Promising Newcomer Award in Transfiguration Today."
(Hermione whispered in Basil's ear: "I also know that it is in Modern Masters of Magic.")
"As soon as she graduated, she went to work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
"After only two years, she got the opportunity to be promoted."
"But she refused and chose Hogwarts. She got the position of Transfiguration Department, and the head of the department at that time was Albus Dumbledore."
After hearing this, Basil said: Ron, what other surprises do you have that I don't know!
However, Ron stopped here.
Because now, they have followed Professor McGonagall into the entrance hall, passed the closed auditorium, and walked into a small empty room at the other end of the hall.
Professor Cat Cat was talking to them, a group of first-year students, about things they had already known.
First, they should be classified. What are the colleges? The sorting ceremony is very important. The college is your home. The college points represent honor. The rules for adding and subtracting college points
"The college is our home? Not the school?" Basil, who has experienced the education of Dragon Country in the 21st century, found the blind spot at once.
The subsequent introduction and emphasis on the college.
Bagir, who regarded Hogwarts as his own property, put aside his curiosity about Professor McGonagall.
But he frowned and listened to the words of Hogwarts that divided him.
The college belongs to the school, you should love the college.
Isn't this another kind of 'my vassal's vassal is not my vassal, my lord's lord is not my lord'?
He asked Ron seriously: "Who are the department heads you are talking about?"
Ron: "You don't think that there is only one teacher in charge of each course for seven grades of students. In fact, our major subjects, except for Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, have their own teachers in their departments."
"However, they are mainly responsible for seventh-year students. And similar back-end work such as grading homework. They are usually in the staff lounge and do not attend banquets."
"So, we hardly see them. Some people jokingly call them house-elf professors."
"Outrageous." Basil's brows tightened.
The division of colleges, each subject has assistants like laborers.
The little wizards from Muggle families came to Hogwarts just to learn magic.
But Hogwarts, what kind of camp division is there.
Before the time travel: Sorting is really interesting
After the time travel, owning Hogwarts: "My school was ruined by you guys?"
Thinking so, Basil suddenly raised his right hand.
"Professor, I think you are wrong to say that!"