Chapter 660: Connections (please give me a monthly vote!)

When Harry returned to the lounge, the students were almost exposed. He saw Ron and Hermione still there and walked over. Ron was staring at the box on his knees in a daze, with a shocked expression on his face. Harry was about to speak when Hermione suddenly smashed the standing book on the table, making a loud noise.

"Ro—Uh, what's wrong with you, Hermione?"

"Oh no! This is the first time I've experienced this feeling, as if I'm out of control." Hermione said irritably, Harry looked at Ron in an unknown way, hoping to get some tips.

"Transformation." Ron muttered, sounding unhappy.

"Well, that's it." Hermione said to Harry, but she didn't explain in detail, but took out her wand and pointed at herself, "Optimistic-my reason tells me that I can't do it because I haven't figured out the principle, but..."

Harry stared at her, for a few seconds, he thought Hermione was joking with him, but he slowly opened his mouth wide.

Hermione's face began to deform. It was not that particularly conspicuous change, but every detail was modified a little. The lines on her face were softer, her eyebrows were flattered, and the tiny flaws on her cheeks disappeared... In a word, the knowledge they learned during this period of time in the transformation class and the knowledge they had not learned was perfectly displayed.

Hermione bared her teeth at him, so Harry found that her slightly prominent front teeth had also shrunk, and her whole face looked particularly pleasing, as if she had changed her own person.

"Wow," Harry exclaimed, "Your Transformation is getting more and more proficient."

Hermione sighed. "That's the point of the problem. I don't know how I did it."

Harry was a little stunned, until Ron muttered, "Animagus." He suddenly realized.

"The effect is so obvious?" he said in surprise.

According to Sirius, learning Animagus will have a huge promoting effect on the transformation technique.

"It's not entirely Animagus's role. I have a foundation." Hermione thought for a while and said seriously: "If you cast spells separately, such as eyebrows, teeth, hair, etc., I can do it well, but putting them together will cause problems from time to time. But now this problem is solved."

"Isn't this great? You've improved," said Harry.

"Not good, because new problems arise." Hermione said in a tangled way: "I don't know how I did it. In fact, during the daytime training, I occasionally have some... intuition, which encourages me to do something uncertain."

"It sounds scary." Harry said dryly, as if he had experienced this feeling in the morning, but he was much more exaggerated than Hermione, and he exploded a forbidden forest. "What are you going to do?"

He remembered Professor Basharat's words, and he thought that even if Professor Basharat wanted to teach Hermione, they shouldn't get along.

"Of course I'm reading. I'm going to find out the book about transformation I've read before and learn it again," Hermione said. "That's right!" She looked at Harry with confidence, looking like the expression she had when she took out the reference answer countless times.

"Don't worry about her, Harry, she's asking for trouble." Ron said.

"No!" Hermione raised her eyebrows, stood up and stared at him condescendingly, "I have finished reading the first to fourth grade transformation teaching materials. I can tell you that just now, I have had a lot of new insights! Harry, I suggest you do the same in the future." After that, she picked up the book and strode away.

Harry looked at her and said to himself in confusion: "You said, Hermione really mastered the principles of the magic she knew?" Is this the secret to her being able to control her magic so easily?

He looked at Ron, who lowered his head again, and his face regained that incredible expression. Harry stared at the stuff in the box on his knees, some kind of knitted lying in the colored filling paper.

"I've wanted to ask, what's that?"

"Oh, nothing," Ron said in a plain tone, but Harry bet he would definitely wish he could ask the question. "It was a gift from Fred and George, who actually remembered my birthday, which surprised me." He said.

Harry leaned over and found that the thing in the box was a pair of gloves, especially the fingertips seemed to be extra thickened, and he wrapped it in red yarn several times, and looked like some kind of frog flippers.

It's very consistent with Fred and George's character.

Harry imagined Ron going out to hang out with frog webbed gloves and was in a happy mood. However, when Ron took out the gloves from the filling, Harry realized that he was wrong.

This birthday gift was more exciting than he thought. The ten fingertips of the gloves were delicate little people's heads. Ron put on the gloves, stared at them for a few seconds, and then showed them to Harry barely. Harry's eyes fell on the only alien of the ten fingers: at the thumb of the left hand, the hair on the little people's head was not red, but black.

"Is this me?" Harry asked in surprise. He stared at him for a long time, but did not find any similarities with him. He could only guess based on the color.

"That's right," Ron moved his left thumb, and the little man on the glove looked like he was dancing and shaking left and right. "This is Ginny." He gestured his right thumb again, and Harry could only see a trace of Ginny's shadow from the little man's long hair.

He looked at other fingers and vaguely recognized the shadows of the Weasley family members.

Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Percy... Harry was half moved and half jealous. He thought greedily, if only this was his gift, but Fred and George could think of putting him in, which made him feel a heat gushing in his heart.

"Look at this! Fred and George have added new features." Ron said, bending his left thumb—the little man representing Harry—a voice suddenly screamed:

"Snape, Snape, Severus Snape, the greasy big bat."

Harry was startled and looked around guiltily. The voice was 80% or so similar to him. He thought he was talking in a trance, but after the fright, he knew that it was Fred and George who were causing it. Harry couldn't help laughing.

"How is it?" Ron looked at him with a smile, as if he was satisfied with the effect.

"I think you should show Snape," Harry said calmly.

"Oh-" Ron pouted and decided not to take the blame, "Look at Ginny-Fred and George didn't tell me what it was, and asked me to come back and try it myself, but with their personality-" He bent his right thumb.

A new voice appears-

"I love the broomstick! I love Harry Potter!"

Eight or ninety percent of the excitement and Ginny echoed in the lounge.

Harry and Ron stared at each other, looking at each other. "Oh," Ron said softly, looking unexpected. He cleared his throat, "Let's try Fred and George again, probably nothing good is right, it's in line with-"

He raised his eyebrows and raised two middle fingers at Harry.

The little man on two fingers made a move to take off his hat, and the sound made this time was the most similar to his own. "Fred (George) said hello to you and wish you a happy life." Harry could simply imagine the twins standing in front of him and smiling slutty.

"How is it, man? It's not that I'm giving you a middle finger. I guess this is Fred and George's positioning for themselves." Ron said with caution, but Harry exclaimed, "It's amazing."

The next morning, while eating in the auditorium, Hermione's schoolbag became even more bloated, and she suddenly asked, "By the way, Harry - I haven't asked you, how is Professor Dumbledore's class? Are there any new progress?"

"I met many friends he made when he was in school." Harry muttered, pressing Mandela's blades under his tongue and drinking pumpkin porridge in small sips. He was already very skilled in this operation.

At this time, the Clivi brothers passed by them, greeted them friendly, and then walked around and sat with their friends.

“For example, Efias Dorge, who was enrolled in the same year as Dumbledore—I personally think he is a fanatical admirer of the principal,” Harry followed the Clivi brothers until they sat down before continuing: “And Nick Lemay, Bashida Basharat, Adbe Wolflin—”

"Who is that, Adebe or something?" Ron interrupted, and he was chewing food carefully with his teeth on his right side.

"Adbey Wolfling, an expert in magic theory," Hermione said quickly, "and what, Harry?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, "And Dumbledore's brother."

Ron choked, he hurriedly covered his mouth, and after a long time he whispered: "That pig head bar owner?" He widened his eyes and looked like he was thinking hard, "Tell me more, Harry, I'm so curious, do they look like they were in school?"

Harry thought about it and nodded slightly.

"I think it's quite similar."

"Think about it, a little sloppy egg like Dumbledore." Ron said happily, looking at the teacher's dining table.

“准确地说,”哈利忍不住解释,“你一眼就能分辨出这两个人,他们性格迥异,阿不福思——我是说邓布利多的弟弟,他不怎么爱读书,脸上总挂着一副挑衅的表情.要不是有邓布利多这个哥哥在,他准保挨不少揍……”

"But from our brief contact, their relationship doesn't seem to be very good," Hermione whispered.

"Yes," Harry said, looking at the long dining table, Dumbledore was talking to Hager, and Professor Hepp and Professor Basharat were listening. He changed the topic and said, "Hermione, I want to ask, have you ever tried to exert your magic power with all your strength, such as blowing up a forbidden forest..."

...

"Absolutely a tough guy, Dumbledore," Hager lowered his voice and said in a buzzing voice: "I found out when I woke up in the morning when I inspected the Forbidden Forest. A large piece of Forbidden Forest was hit. I can't imagine what creature did it. Even the giant couldn't do it. It must be some ill-hearted black wizard..."

Felix and Grindelwald's expressions were thoughtful when they could hear clearly beside them.

"Hogwarts has upgraded its new defense system. If outsiders sneak in, they will definitely be discovered." Felix said softly.

"Yes," Dumbledore echoed, "and leave it to me," he glanced at Grindelwald. "It may be caused by some professor practicing magic privately, and I will warn him."

"Oh, I thought-" Hagrid shook his head and said, "You should really see, the scene is more terrible than I said, the horses are worried, and it is very close to their tribe." When his eyes turned to Felix, he was stunned for a moment, revealing a clever gaze.

"Not me," Felix said immediately.

"Of course, how could it be..." Hager stammered, but judging from his expression, he obviously didn't believe it. "Use your brain, Hager," Felix said meaningfully: "We have known each other for more than ten years."

Grindelwald slowly opened a page of the magazine "Who Will Decide the Ancient Magical Text".

Hager was stunned for a moment, "Since you said that... I did remember something, well... Actually, it was mentioned to me when I visited Professor Kettleborn some time ago. He settled in Hogsmeade after retirement. I occasionally visit him and ask for advice or something. You know, Classroom 7 is closed, Scarmand..."

"I know."

Felix interrupted. Silvanus Keitelborn was a professor of fantastic animal protection classes in Hagrid.

"He took you to Forbidden Forest several times," Hagrid suddenly got stuck, "Ahem, during the years you stayed at school. Kettleborn thought you would develop in the direction of magical animals, but you were only interested in some knowledge, such as the human-headed, spherical, scorpion-tailed beast that can resist spell skins, and also inquire where there are places to sell clothes of this material."

"Just satisfying curiosity," Felix said dryly.

"It sounds like Kettleborn is real, and then he immediately moved the human-headed, sparrow-tailed beast to a more remote place," Hagrid said in a rough voice: "It took a lot of effort."

"Everyone had unrealistic fantasies when he was young. At least I don't need it now."

"Yes, I remember Katelborn also said that his greatest hope for a while was to retire safely," Haeger said with emotion: "It's a pity that he only fulfilled half of his wish." He muttered: "One hand and one leg missing..."

Dumbledore asked affectionately: "Is Silva's legs and feet still convenient? I gave him a complete set of magical wooden prosthetics when he retired, but it is said that he developed the habit of visiting the Fire Dragon Reserve shortly thereafter."

Felix turned his head to the other side and asked the uneasy Slughorn (because he sat next to Grindelwald): "Professor Slughorn, I'm going to plan a dinner, and I'll invite many potion masters at that time. You are the undisputed leader. Do you have any arrangements recently?"

Slughorn wiping his mouth with a velvet handkerchief in moderation.

"Oh, oh, I'm very busy lately, kid...but," he said immediately, "Since you invited me, I will definitely take time. Can you ask who you have invited?"

"I think about it...Severus, Damocles, Dorothea--" "Dorthea Boham?" Slughorn asked in surprise, "Can you invite her?"

"Yes, I think that's possible. There are also the president and some members of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association, some people from the St. Mungo Magic Medical Association, and several officials from the Ministry of Magic..." Felix said slowly: "I'm considering whether to invite the Alchemy Association. I feel that the relationship is not too big, and those potion masters abroad..."

"Are you sure? I mean, you know so many people?" Slughorn said in horror.

"Well, I'm not very familiar with it, but I have people I know in the local Ministry of Magic, and they can send me invitations. Also, I have confidence in the results I have come up with." Felix said easily.

Slughorn came out for a while and said in a dream, "I began to be curious about your party."

Dumbledore, who was talking to Hagrid, raised his head and curled his lips slightly, as if he had just made a wonderful serve in the ten-pillar wooden ball scene.

"I hate ancient magical texts." Grindelwald stared at the magazine in his hand and whispered in a low voice.

It’s the end of the month, I’ll ask you for monthly tickets!!!

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Chapter completed!