Chapter 660 Connections (Monthly Tickets Requested!)

When Harry returned to the common room, most of the students had left. He saw Ron and Hermione still there, so he walked over. Ron was staring at the box on his knees in a daze, with a shocked expression on his face. Just as Harry was about to speak, Hermione suddenly slammed the upright book on the table, making a loud noise.

"R-uh, what's wrong with you, Hermione?"

"It's terrible! This is the first time I've experienced this feeling, as if the whole person is out of control." Hermione said irritably. Harry looked at Ron in confusion, hoping to get some hints.

"Transfiguration." Ron muttered, sounding unhappy.

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

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

Hermione's face began to deform. It wasn't a particularly noticeable change, but every detail was modified a little bit. The lines on her face were softer, her eyebrows were smoother, and the tiny flaws on her cheeks disappeared... In a word, the knowledge they had learned and not learned in the Transfiguration class during this period was perfectly demonstrated.

Hermione bared her teeth at him, and Harry found that her slightly protruding front teeth had also shrunk a circle, and her whole face looked particularly pleasing to the eye, just like a different person.

"Wow." Harry said in admiration, "You are getting more and more proficient in Transfiguration."

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

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

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

According to Sirius, learning Animagus will have a huge boost to Transfiguration.

"It's not entirely the effect of Animagus. I already have the basics." Hermione thought for a moment and said seriously, "If I cast spells separately, such as eyebrows, teeth, hair, etc., I can do them well, but if I put them together, I will have problems from time to time. But now this problem has been solved." "

Isn't this good? You have improved." Harry said.

"Not good, because new problems have emerged." Hermione said tangledly, "I don't know how I did it. In fact, during the daytime training, I have some... intuition from time to time, which encourages me to do something uncertain."

"It sounds terrible." Harry said dryly. He seemed to have experienced this feeling in the morning, but he was much more exaggerated than Hermione. He blew up a forbidden forest. "Then what are you going to do?"

He remembered what Professor Bagshot said. He thought-even if Professor Bagshot wanted to teach Hermione, they probably wouldn't get along.

"Of course, read books. I'm going to find the books on Transfiguration that I've read before and study them again," Hermione said, "That's right!" She looked at Harry firmly, and her expression was very similar to the expression she had when she took out the reference answers countless times.

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

"No way!" Hermione raised her eyebrows, stood up and stared at him condescendingly, "I've finished reading the Transfiguration textbooks for grades one to four, and I can tell you that just now, I have 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 say, Hermione really understands the principles of the magic she knows?" Is this the secret to her being able to control her magic so easily?

He looked at Ron, who lowered his head again, his face returning to that incredible expression. Harry stared at the contents of the box on his knees. There was some kind of knitted material lying in the colorful stuffing paper.

"I've been wanting to ask for a long time, what is that?"

"Oh, nothing," Ron said in a flat tone, but Harry bet that he definitely wanted to ask this question. "It's a gift from Fred and George. I'm surprised that they remembered my birthday," he said.

Harry leaned over and found that the contents of the box were a pair of gloves, especially the fingertips, which seemed to be extra thick and wrapped with red wool several times. They looked like the webbed feet of some frog.

It was very consistent with Fred and George's personalities.

Harry imagined Ron wearing the frog-webbed gloves and went out for a stroll, and he felt happy. But when Ron took the gloves out of the stuffing, Harry found out that he was wrong.

This birthday gift was more exciting than he had imagined. The ten fingertips of the gloves were exquisite little heads. Ron put on the gloves, stared at them for a few seconds, and then showed them to Harry woodenly. Harry's eyes fell on the only anomaly among the ten fingers: the hair on the little head of the little man on the left thumb was not red, but black.

"Is this me?" Harry asked in surprise. He stared at it for a long time, but did not find any similarities with himself, so 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 swaying from side to side. "This is Ginny." He gestured with his right thumb again. Harry could only see a hint of Ginny's shadow from the little man's long hair.

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

Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Percy... Harry was half touched and half jealous. He thought a little greedily that it would be great if this was his gift, but Fred and George thought of putting him in it, which made him feel warm.

"Look at this! Fred and George added a new function." Ron said, he bent his left thumb - the little man representing Harry - and a voice suddenly screamed:

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

Harry was startled and looked around guiltily. This voice was 80% similar to him. He thought it was himself talking in a trance, but after the shock, he knew it was Fred and George's trick. Harry couldn't help laughing.

"How is it?" Ron looked at him with a smile, and seemed to be very satisfied with the effect.

"I think you should show it to Snape." Harry said calmly.

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

A new voice appeared--

"I love broomsticks! I love Harry Potter!"

An excited voice that was about 80% similar to Ginny's echoed in the common room.

Harry and Ron stared at each other. "Oh," Ron said softly, seeming to be caught off guard. He cleared his throat, "Let's try Fred and George again, I don't think they'll say anything nice either, which is in line with -"

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

The little figures on the two fingers made a hat-taking gesture, and this time the voice was the most like the real person, "Fred (George) says hello, I wish you a happy life." Harry could almost imagine the twins standing in front of him with a smirk.

"How's it going, mate? I'm not giving you the middle finger. I guess this is how Fred and George position themselves," Ron said cautiously, but Harry was full of admiration, "It's wonderful."

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

"I met a lot of friends he made at school." Harry muttered, pressing the mandrake leaf under his tongue and sipping pumpkin porridge. He was already very familiar with this set of operations.

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

"For example, Elphias Doge, who entered school in the same year as Dumbledore - I personally think he is a fanatical admirer of the headmaster," Harry's eyes followed the Creevey brothers until they sat down, and then he continued: "There are also Nick Flamel, Bathilda Bagshot, Adelbert Waffling -"

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

"Adelbert Waffling, an expert in magic theory." Hermione said quickly: "What else, Harry?"

Harry hesitated, "And Dumbledore's brother."

Ron choked, he quickly covered his mouth, and after a long time whispered: "The owner of the Pig's Head Pub?" He widened his eyes and pretended to think hard, "Tell me more, Harry, I'm very curious, did they look alike when they were in school?"

Harry thought about it and nodded slightly.

"I think they are quite similar."

"Imagine a little sloppy egg who looks like Dumbledore." Ron said happily, looking at the teacher's table.

"To be precise," Harry couldn't help but explain, "you can tell the two men apart at a glance. They have very different personalities. Aberforth - I mean Dumbledore's younger brother. He doesn't like to read much and always has a provocative expression on his face. If it weren't for his brother Dumbledore, he would have been beaten up a lot..."

"But from our brief contact, it seems that their relationship is not very good." Hermione said softly.

"Yeah," Harry said, also looking at the long dining table, Dumbledore was talking to Hagrid, and Professor Happ and Professor Bagshot beside him listened attentively. He changed the subject and said, "Hermione, I want to ask, have you ever tried to use your magic power to its fullest, for example, to blow up a piece of the forbidden forest..."

...

"Definitely a tough guy, Dumbledore," Hagrid lowered his voice and said in a buzzing voice: "I found out when I got up this morning to patrol the forbidden forest. A large piece of the forbidden forest was damaged. I can't imagine what creature did it. Even a giant can't do it. It must be some evil-minded dark wizard..."

Felix and Grindelwald, who heard it clearly beside them, looked thoughtful.

"Hogwarts has upgraded its defense system. If an outsider sneaks in, he will definitely be discovered." Felix said softly.

"That's right," Dumbledore agreed, "Leave it to me," he glanced at Grindelwald, "It may be caused by a professor practicing magic in private. I will warn him."

"Oh, I thought--" Hagrid shook his head and said, "You should really see it. The scene is more terrible than I said. The centaurs are worried. It's very close to their tribe." When his eyes turned to Felix, he was stunned for a moment, revealing a sharp look.

"It's not me." Felix said immediately.

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

Grindelwald slowly turned a page of the magazine "Who Decides the Ancient Runes".

Hagrid was stunned for a moment, "Now that you mention it... I do remember something, um... Actually, Professor Kettleburn mentioned it to me when I visited him some time ago. After he retired, he settled in Hogsmeade, and I would occasionally visit him to ask for advice. You know, Classroom 7 is closed, Scamander..."

"I know."

Felix interrupted. Sylvanus Kettleburn was Hagrid's previous professor of Care of Magical Creatures.

"He took you to the Forbidden Forest several times, in..." Hagrid suddenly got stuck, "Ahem, the years you stayed in school. Kettleburn thought you would develop in the direction of magical creatures, but it turned out that you were only interested in part of the knowledge, such as the skin of the man-headed sphinx and manticore that can resist spells, and you even asked where you could buy clothes made of this material."

"Just satisfying my curiosity." Felix said dryly.

"It sounds like Kettleburn took it seriously, and he immediately moved the Manticore to a more remote place after that," Hagrid said gruffly, "It took a lot of effort."

"Everyone has unrealistic fantasies when they are young. At least I don't need them now."

"Yeah, I remember Kettleburn also said that his biggest hope for a while was to retire safely," Hagrid said with emotion, "Unfortunately, he only realized half of his wish." He muttered, "Missing an arm and a leg..."

Dumbledore asked kindly, "Are Silva's legs and feet still convenient? I gave him a complete set of enchanted wooden prostheses when he retired, but it is said that he developed a habit of visiting the dragon sanctuary shortly thereafter." Felix

turned his head to the other side and asked Slughorn, who was a little uncomfortable (because he was sitting next to Grindelwald), "Professor Slughorn, I am going to plan a dinner party and many potion masters will be invited. You are the undisputed best. Do you have any plans recently?"

Slughorn wiped his mouth with a velvet handkerchief reservedly.

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

"Let me think...Severus, Damocles, Dorothea--" "Dorothea Boham?" Slughorn asked in surprise, "Can you invite her?"

"Yes, I think I can. There are also the president and some members of the Extraordinary Apothecary Association, some people from St. Mungo's Magical Medical Association, and several Ministry of Magic officials..." Felix said slowly: "I'm considering whether to invite the Alchemy Association. I don't think it's very important. And those foreign potion masters..."

"Are you sure? I mean, you know so many people?" Slughorn said in shock, his eyes wide open.

"Well, not really, but I know someone in the local Ministry of Magic who can send out invitations on my behalf. Also, I'm confident in the results I can produce," Felix said easily. Slughorn

was absent-minded for a moment, and said dreamily, "I'm beginning to be curious about your party."

Dumbledore, who was whispering with Hagrid, raised his head, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he had just made a wonderful serve in the ten-pin bowling game.

"I hate ancient runes." Grindelwald stared at the magazine in his hand, pouted his lips and whispered.

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