"What did you just call me?"

"Don't worry about those details, Professor. Ahem, just in case, that - Professor, you are an Animagus!"

Professor Meow was a little irritated, but still replied patiently: "Obviously."

"Then I have a question to ask you." Owen paused and said, "You know, we Hufflepuffs love all kinds of delicious food."

"Um!"

"Just yesterday, while Jarvis and I were eating round-faced chicken, an idea suddenly occurred to us."

"Round-faced chicken? Are there such creatures around Hogwarts?" Professor McGonagall frowned. The professor's sixth sense told her that the kid in front of her was definitely in trouble again, but she couldn't figure it out for a while.

What trouble did they get into?

"Yes, a lot, oh! You heard about me first."

"Um."

"If there is a wizard, his Animagus is a cause, and I don't know that this cause is actually a person. Suppose it passed out for some reason. I accidentally picked it up, and I took it

It was only made because Willow ate it."

"Does this count as cannibalism?"

...

Ward's method?

Professor McGonagall's face was full of dark lines, and she secretly screamed in her heart.

This kid never asked any serious questions.

Look, this bastard wants to eat people.

"I don't understand why you always have so many strange questions popping up in your little head." Teacher Mao said feeling deeply tired.

"Simple academic question, Professor. If that chicken is an illegal Animagus, doesn't that mean that even if I eat him, no one will know?"

"Or is it that when a wizard is fatally injured, he will automatically transform back from Animagus?"

"Well..." Although Owen has never been very focused, this question, whether a wizard will automatically exit the Animagus state after being fatally injured, is the most important question he has asked in the past few months.

Serious question.

Like he asked before, for example: How can a group release the killing curse?

How to cast the Imperius Curse with group control.

How to cast the Cruciatus Curse without extreme emotional power, etc.

After nearly half a semester of contact, she already fully recognized Hagrid’s views on Owen.

They are raising a dark wizard who is born evil.

"Theoretically, no matter how injured a wizard is, he will not automatically exit the Animagus state, but this aspect already belongs to the category of advanced transformation. If you can read the sixth grade with a clear conscience, I can consider letting you

You enter my Transfiguration Club."

"Professor, you are insulting someone's innocence out of thin air. I am so good, of course I will go to sixth grade safely." Owen was a little unhappy. Where is the professor who he promised to be the most fair?

Why is it developing more and more like Hagrid?

"Haha - I'm not sure." Professor McGonagall showed a rare smile, but the smile was a little stiff.

"Oh! Professor, you have to have confidence in yourself. You always know people well and you will definitely make no mistakes."

"By the way, if you transform a person into an animal, you can't change back into a human without the help of other wizards, right?"

"Yes, but human body transformation is a very advanced spell, and most wizards will not be able to do it in their lifetime." Professor McGonagall taught earnestly, giving Owen a standard answer to the most normal question Owen has asked this semester.

"Oh~ Whoosh! The transformation technique is better than Avada's technique! It can directly destroy corpses and eliminate traces, and there is no way to do it. Oh my God! Why didn't I think of it before?"

"Thank you, Teacher Meow!"

After that, Owen turned around, pulled Jarvis and Hannah and ran away.

"What about that, Jarvis, you go prepare the fishing rod, Hannah, go prepare the mousetrap, and I'll go find the elf and order some pepper noodles."

"Oh! By the way, ask those elves how to make roasted mice more delicious."

"Mouse?" Hannah turned her head and looked at Owen with a puzzled expression as she ran. Are you finally tired of eating delicacies? Has this level of curiosity reached the point?

"Yes, that's right, just an ordinary vole, um - a disabled vole, maybe sprinkled with cumin noodles, it will be a good barbecue." Owen affirmed.

"Oh! By the way, we won't be going to the Halloween dinner tonight."

Hearing this, Hannah and Jarvis were both puzzled. This was their first holiday at Hogwarts, how could they not go to the dinner?

"Why?"

"Why? There will be a troll attacking the castle tonight, and a stick will stick you to the wall. Let's stay away."

"???" Hannah and Jarvis looked at each other, and the two sides exchanged hundreds of bytes of information with just one look.

After decoding and checking each other, the two of them always believed that Irving seemed to have some serious illness!

Maybe I need to go to Madam Pomfrey for some medicine.

"Don't worry, the troll thing, Gran--ahem, Harry will definitely handle it, he is the descendant of Gryffindor! Huh? You don't believe it?" Owen, who was transformed into a human spirit, naturally saw through the two of them.

That look seemed to look at a fool, "How about we make a bet. I'll bet a galleon..."

They watched helplessly as the Hufflepuff trio disappeared into the distance.

Professor McGonagall's breathing became a little faster.

Being angry.

This kid!

When will you grow up?

When can we see clearly what is good and what is evil?

When will Dumbledore get him out of the castle!

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night.

hall.

Colorful Halloween decorations decorate the hall.

A thousand bats were fluttering on the walls and ceiling, and a thousand more were hovering like low dark clouds over the dining table, causing the flames of the candles in the pumpkin's belly to flicker.

The delicious food suddenly appeared on the golden plate, just like at the banquet at the beginning of school.

A group of young wizards were happily sitting in their respective colleges, eating potatoes.

Suddenly, the door of the auditorium was pushed open.

The actor Quirrell rushed in with a look of horror on his face.

Everyone stared at him, and saw him walking to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaning on the table, and gasping: "The troll... is in the underground classroom...

I thought you should know it, you already knew it..."

After saying that, his professional acting skills made him fall to the floor and passed out.

Forehead...

The auditorium was quiet at first, and then burst into noisy sounds.

"Troll? What is that?"

"I don't know, the name sounds very powerful, even the professor can't deal with it."

"(ˉ▽￣~)Tch~~, that's Quirrell. I dare say he can't even beat our prefects."

"Let me tell you, Percy is quite capable."

The long Gryffindor table was filled with people, and many people started gearing up to fight the troll.

"Hey! You guys think that defeating the troll should give you extra points!"

"Well, you've protected the school! The principal can't give you an award?"

As soon as they heard the words "extra points", the eyes of the students from the other two colleges also lit up.
Chapter completed!