Chapter 389: Hermione's daily life at school

The mist is dense and the bushes are overgrown.
The edge of the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest has a more visible range than the depths. The pale golden sunlight swayed by the sun is cut into a little glory by the dense layers of leaves, entangled with the white fog , Like a gauze stitched with golden silk thread, the mist floats, and the gauze flutters with it.
Under a tall oak tree, Hermione and Professor McGonagall were talking.
"I mentioned in the previous Metamorphosis course as an extension, Animagus is a very difficult magic, and the process of learning it requires great perseverance, high talent, and a little luck."
"Animagus is a magic that needs to be adhered to. The first part is very difficult. You must call a leaf of Mandela grass in your mouth during a positive month Swallow or spit it out, and if you leave your mouth, everything will start again."
"So Hermione, you should practice first and get used to having a piece of food in your mouth, otherwise you may make mistakes while eating, and give up all your efforts."
"Then at the full moon..." Professor McGonagall said patiently.
"...Especially there is a step, if there is not enough violent storm as an opportunity, as the last step, you have to wait."
"Good luck, after you are ready, there may be a storm enough for you to take this step, bad luck, it may take a few years."
"That's not a torrential rain in the conventional sense, it must be heavy. The heavier the rain, the higher the success rate."
"This holiday may only guarantee that you are proficient in the previous steps."
"It takes a lot of effort to transform into the form of an animal."
"Of course, you are one of the smartest students I have taught, and I believe you can master it." Maybe it felt that it might dampen Hermione's enthusiasm. Professor McGonagall's words suddenly changed, and she began to encourage Hermione.
"I will teach you most of the time, at least to keep you from going astray."
"After all, some people are groping, but they have become monsters, or they can't come back to human form."
After all, it is teaching, so in most cases, Professor McGonagall said that Hermione just listened quietly.
"This is the first lesson. If you don't understand anything, you can ask after thinking."
"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Hermione murmured a little, and it was awkward to talk with leaves in her mouth.
And the place where they practiced is farther and farther away from the center of the forbidden forest, because as they go deeper, the evil surrounding them feels almost impossible to breathe normally.
I don’t know why. After explaining the main points, Professor McGonagall frowned, looked deep, and then sighed:
Ferrenze did not exaggerate, but I did not find the source of the problem.

The dense pressure almost drives people crazy, and the smell of evil is almost everywhere.
"Maybe you have to change places in the future, this neighborhood is really not suitable." Professor McGonagall frowned and looked around the environment, apparently becoming more resentful of the evil in the forbidden forest.
She went deeper, then found nothing, and was pushed back by increasing pressure.
The most critical issue is that she does not know where the problem is. If it is an evil creature, it must at least have a form.
She also used the undisguised spell of "prototype", which had no effect, so she could only give up.
"By the way, is the dormitory still used to being alone?" Professor McGonagall raised her glasses and asked Hermione's concern. When she talked in private, she would not deliberately put on a bitter face. hole.
"It doesn't matter, Professor McGonagall." Hermione said softly.
In the next school year, she will be a sixth-grade student. The maturation process and learning to endure loneliness are the roads that must be followed. .
May be more lonely in the future
"Yes, today's practice is here."
"You go to the office with me, I have something for you"
The early practice of Animagus is quite boring, or it can not be considered as practice, but just the preparation of preconditions.
Hermione followed Professor McGonagall back to her office, and the old lady pulled an envelope from under a large roll of parchment.
"This is your grades. Since your parents have traveled abroad, I will not send them to you, but directly to you."
"Look, both me and your parents will be proud of you."
Hermione opened the envelope in anticipation, her hands trembling with tension.
Covering his mouth in disbelief, he almost called out.
"11 O's, I'm very satisfied." Professor McGonagall's rare praise, a little smile on the pleated face
Even more than 12 O makes her feel happy.
It is well known that she hates Trelawney’s divination classes.
If you choose all the courses, you have to take 12 exams.
And Hermione's eleven gates can explain the problem very well.
Hermione raised the transcript and confirmed it repeatedly through the yellowish light.
"There is something wrong with my divination, and the actual combat of black magic defense, I thought..." Hermione counted, still a little bit happy to cry.
She wanted to share this joy with her parents, but this could not be achieved.
"Stupid boy." Professor McGonagall thought Hermione was only happy because of her grades.
"Even if it is excellent, it will allow some flaws, you are doing very well." The old lady said with a smile.
For a period of time thereafter, Hermione spent a worthy time in Hogwarts
Everything is too late, Animagus is not a skill to practice all day long.
With a Mandela leaf in her mouth, Hermione chose to go to the library to kill time.
Although it is a holiday, the library is still open.
The librarian Mrs. Pings leaned on a red cloth seat with flanking panels. She was holding a Muggle popular love story attentively, and smeared her hands from time to time. Tears.
Upon seeing Hermione walk in~ EbookFREE.me~ Mrs. Pins quickly hid the book behind her.
This is not surprising, because Professor McGonagall greeted her
Hermione would like to recommend several classic Muggle bibliographies to her, but after thinking about it, popular literature also has the charm of popular literature, so there is not much to say.
She randomly found a position, and quickly sat down, opened the book, and began to preview what she might learn.
For example, "Higher Potion", Snape still likes to target Gryffindor.
He often asks some simple questions and asks his own students, while using problems to make Gryffindor difficult, most of them are beyond the textbook.
Harry was the most tortured object. Even if Hermione's hand was quickly raised to the ceiling, Snape pretended not to see it.
Of course, what she didn't know is that the candidates for teaching their sixth-grade potions class in the future are no longer Severus Snape.