Chapter 595 The Secret of Classroom No. 7 (Please vote for monthly tickets)

In the next few days, the "Mysterious Wall" tabloid sold out.

The most attractive article in the first tabloid was: ‘How to scare the professor?’ On the back is another article ‘Class 7, the treasure we ignore.’

Just one day later, an article "Student's Backing - Classroom No. 7" became a new hot topic. Marfalda "successfully" interviewed several memory groups, and - they all agreed - was very happy to cause some trouble for their own body. They recalled the preparations for the exam when they were in school and revealed some small secrets.

For example, the first time the Hogwarts students knew that there was an embarrassing scene when both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were both in the branch office. Professor McGonagall hesitated for five and a half minutes, and hesitated between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, and finally assigned her to Gryffindor College.

The School Hat also experienced similar problems when he encountered Professor Flevy. Although it didn't take that long, it did think about it again and again, and finally made the opposite decision, and assigned Flevy when he was young to Ravenclaw College.

"How wonderful! If the branch hat trembled at that time, we would welcome two deans who had interchangeable positions." shouted Padma Pettier of Ravenclaw.

"The separating hat has no hands..." her twin sister, Parvati Pettiel, who was assigned to Gryffindor, reminded her.

"Are we going to welcome a new dean?" Luna looked around.

"They are kidding," Ginny said.

The professors were startled. At first they turned a blind eye to the students' actions and allowed them to harass the memory of Classroom No. 7 - anyway, time was spent on learning, but after this incident broke out, the professors all became more scrupulous.

They found their memories one after another, and warned them not to reveal their little secrets.

One night, Felix saw Dumbledore sneaking into classroom 7 during the curfew. He grinned, put away the map, and played the latest version of the Wizard Card with Valen. This card game was made by the "Chocolate Frog Card Battle Club". The club was founded by a Ravenclaw student. Professor Fleevey was proud to show them at an afternoon tea time.

Felix remembers this very clearly.

Because that day happened to be April 15, the Weasley twins made a big noise not long after.

"Ji! (Don't be fooled!" Valen said hummingly, holding a card in his hand.

Felix slapped a card on the table, "Clank! When the card is present, all my attacks are doubled."

"Ji!!" Valen stared at the pattern on the card in disbelief.

"How is it impossible?" Felix said with a striking remark: "You have clearly seen me have this ability." Valen was so angry that he wanted to throw the little snake in his face.

"Shi!"

"Okay," he regretfully took back the temporary card, "I will definitely recommend that they add this card to you if you have the chance."

Valen blinked guiltily and showed his cards one by one:

Felix stared at the 'sniffing cloak', 'sniffing wand', 'sniffing treasure', 'sniffing piggy bank', and the most important one - 'sniffing trump card: Summoning the Great Devil', and was stunned for a moment.

He curled his lips, "You are so comfortable as an investor."

...

After dinner, Harry, Ron and Hermione came to Classroom 7. The corridor at the door was so lively. The three of them were crowded with people and came to the front and saw Angelina whispering to Alia.

Harry suddenly realized that they were both in seventh grade, plus Fred and George, four people will leave the team next year!

"Harry!"

Angelina waved at him, "Here-" She stretched out a hand and pulled Harry over, and Harry didn't even react. Then she pulled out a stack of parchment from her schoolbag and asked while searching, "Where is Ron?"

"What about this!" Ron gasped and squeezed over. Hermione followed behind with her schoolbag in her arms.

"Great, you see, this is my newly developed tactic. Our opponents will be formed between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. According to the current ranking, we still retain the advantages, but we must not take it lightly-"

Before Harry could speak, the door to Classroom Seven opened.

"This is the case first, you go back and have a good look. It will be used next time training." Angelina said quickly, and hurriedly ran into Classroom No. 7 with Alya.

"I want to see--" Ron muttered something, and Harry and Hermione squeezed in.

They came many times in the fourth grade, leaving many shadows in their hearts, which led to the fact that even if Classroom No. 7 was open to students in the fifth grade, they rarely came. But they heard that some students who like adventure regarded this place as the second common room.

"The weather is still so abnormal." Ron muttered, Harry deeply convinced it. Unlike the dusk scene outside, the faint sunlight shone on their faces, warm, and the soft soil under their feet seemed to be glowing.

Under their feet was a tortuous path, which reminded Harry of Diagon Alley, except for the lack of pebbles. There were wooden signs on the road, and a fork was extended next to each sign. They could only see a part, and the deeper part seemed to be blocked by fog.

Harry narrowed his eyes and tried to look further away, with some small houses hiding in the mist, and he guessed that Mr. Scarmand's magical zoo, Professor Sprout's wild greenhouse and other buildings should be there.

"Would you say the end of the road be the young Professor McGonagall?" Ron said, pointing to the wooden sign closest to them, which was neatly written with 'Deformology'. "It's possible." Harry said, feeling interesting, ran to the other side and looked at a skewed wooden sign with Hermione.

"This must have been written by Hager himself." Hermione's tone was very certain.

Harry looked at the wild handwriting on the board, and there were two letters misspelling it, and he grinned.

"Who else can there be?"

At this time, the students who came in before and after them all walked on the fork in the road, and their figures quickly disappeared.

"Let's hold on, and pick one quickly," Hermione urged.

"How about the transfiguration?" Harry suggested, "I'm not very skilled in transspecies."

"Which class is the Owl to a Small Telescope?" Ron whispered, "You've done a good job. When I looked at the telescope lenses, they actually blinked at me. Seamo said he always felt something staring at him..."

"That's when you're not seeing them tickling," Harry said gloomy.

So they turned back and walked on the path of ‘transformation’. Harry became more and more sure that the path was designed by Professor McGonagall’s memory. The plants on both sides of the road were obviously carefully cared for, and the shrubs were neatly trimmed, as if they had been measured with a ruler.

Harry remembered the Liverpool unhappily, and he shared the idea with Ron and Hermione—the former laughed constantly, the latter just snorted, and then they came to the end of the path.

Harry looked around.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked.

"Before us-" Harry stretched out his arms, looking a little silly, "Some people have chosen this path, but they are not here." As soon as they finished speaking, three doors appeared in front of them.

"So I'm waiting here." Ron said, and the three of them looked at each other, picked up a door and walked in.

Behind the door was an empty classroom, and there was no one.

Harry walked around the room and finally returned to the spot, and found that even the door had disappeared, which made Harry a little stunned. He cleared his throat and asked loudly, "Is anyone?" At the same time, he held the wand vigilantly, for fear that a group of fire dragons would come out in one throat.

A mirror-like thing suddenly appeared in the air, and golden ripples appeared on the mirror. Harry saw a blurry image, and it seemed that someone was on the other side! Then a red envelope was thrown out.

"Wait!" Harry shouted, "I saw you."

The golden ripples that were about to disappear stopped, and after a few seconds, a hand was poked out from it, followed by an elegant face - the young Professor McGonagall, who pursed her lips and showed half of her body, looking very horrible. "It's Harry." She said in a plain tone.

The red envelope that had just been thrown over began to smoke, and the painful memories in my bones suddenly surged into my heart. This thing was a roaring letter. Harry wanted to move back, but his feet seemed to have taken root and remained motionless.

"Mai, Professor McGonagall?"

"Oh, you say that," said the young Professor McGonagall with a stern face: "That's Felix's design, it's useless, it's just a scary person." Her tone was a little dissatisfied. The mirror, which was only half a person tall, turned into a door. She pushed the door and walked in, then waved her hand, and two more beautiful chairs were added in the classroom.

"Let's sit down and listen together. It's been a big change here recently."

So Harry and Professor McGonagall sat on the chair, the roar letter - or the instruction manual disguised as a roar letter? Harry couldn't figure it out, but it opened its mouth and began to vividly describe the functions of Classroom 7.

“…The good helper for students…the novel experience…before the times…”

Harry listened with relish, and after five minutes he realized that this was nonsense, until it was almost over, that it finally got to the point.

"The students' will is the main source. You can choose the single mode, the class mode, or the friends team up to learn. Yes, it's extremely free... You will find that the biggest difference here is from the classroom," the envelope opened its mouth wide and approached, and Harry leaned back. He felt that the envelope's saliva was about to spray on his face, "We won't ask you to do anything."

"In other words - you have to figure out what you want! No one can help you at this point."

The envelope began to burn, and Harry was afraid it would explode suddenly, but Professor McGonagall just waved his hand and let it disappear.

"Now you understand?" asked the young Professor McGonagall.

"Well—" Harry thought, looking at the delicately dressed Professor McGonagall from the corner of his eyes, calling her "Ms. McGonagall" in his heart, "This shows that classroom 7 is different from the classroom outside."

He realized he had just said a standard nonsense.

"We hope the two complement each other - classroom and classroom 7, professors and memory." The young Professor McGonagall corrected, "What else?"

"Well, I can learn whatever I want?" Harry guessed, and Ms. McGonagall smiled at him, "It's limited to transfiguration, yes, you're right."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where is Ron and Hermione? They have also experienced the baptism of the 'roar letter'?" Harry asked, imagining whether Ron could calm down and listen carefully to the content when he saw the instructions similar to the roar letter.

"It's almost the same, but they didn't see me," said Ms. McGonagall, "on a whim." She added in a low voice, then waved her hand, and two blurry scenes appeared in the air, Harry's eyes widened, and Ron and Hermione were in the picture.

Ron was being chased by a group of round things, while Hermione was in deep thought facing a wall, with hundreds of books sticking to it. Hermione walked around, occasionally stopping to make a flip-flop, and the book in front of her obediently turned the pages...

Harry was stunned. It was amazing, but why is the difference between the two people so big?

Is it divided here according to wisdom?

"They chose different ways of learning," Ms. McGonagall explained. "Ron would rather learn in the game, so I let a group of dishes chase him, and unless he succeeded in turning them into mushrooms one by one, he wouldn't stop."

Harry prayed for Ron in his heart.

"As for Hermione - she is more keen on thinking. Speaking of which, I think she is a bit Ravenclaw," said Ms. McGonagall.

Harry suddenly thought of the rumors he had heard in the past two days. He plucked up his courage and asked: "McG—Hmm—Ms.?" The young Professor McGonagall pursed a light smile. Harry calmed down and asked the question in his heart: "Have you really experienced embarrassment in the branch office?"

"Yes."

"So too?" he asked cautiously.

"Oh, sometimes we—I mean the body—do joke with each other," said Ms. McGonagall. "I have this memory. But in fact, Philius is not as embarrassed as the hat, but hesitated for a long time in the course of the course. Well, I can't stay for too long. There are a lot of students these days, and I have to take care of them at any time. Although others will help, but..."

She murmured in a low voice, probably meaning 'I don't want to bother others'.

“I occasionally show up in class-not teaching, but answering questions. This feeling is quite nostalgic,” she said. “One thing you should know: here, you will get a response to whatever you want.”
To be continued...