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

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

The most attractive article title of the first tabloid was - 'How to scare the professor?' On the back was another article 'Classroom No. 7, the treasure we ignore.'

Just one day later, an article 'Students' Backing - Classroom No. 7' became a new hot spot. Mafalda 'successfully' interviewed several memories, and - they all agreed - were very happy to cause some trouble to their original bodies. They recalled their preparations for exams when they were in school and revealed some little secrets.

For example, the students of Hogwarts first learned that the two heads of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had an embarrassing scene when they were sorted. Professor McGonagall made the sorting hat hesitate for five and a half minutes, hesitating between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, and finally sorted her into Gryffindor.

The Sorting Hat had a similar problem when it met Professor Flitwick. Although it didn't take as long, it did consider it again and again, and finally made the opposite decision, sorting the young Flitwick into Ravenclaw.

"How wonderful! If the Sorting Hat had shaken its hands at that time, we would have two Heads of House who swapped positions." Padma Patil of Ravenclaw exclaimed.

"The Sorting Hat has no hands..." Her twin sister, Parvati Patil, who was sorted into Gryffindor, reminded her.

"Are we going to have a new Head of House?" Luna looked around.

"They are kidding," Ginny said.

The professors were shocked. At first, they turned a blind eye to the students' actions and allowed them to harass the memory of classroom 7 - after all, the time was spent on studying, but after this incident broke out, the professors became more cautious.

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

Felix saw from the Marauder's Map that Dumbledore sneaked into classroom 7 during curfew. He grinned, put the map away, and started playing the latest version of Wizard Cards with Valen, a card game created by the Chocolate Frog Card Battle Club, a Ravenclaw student who had proudly shown it to them at tea. Felix remembered

it very clearly.

It was April 15th, and it wasn't long before the Weasley twins started making a scene.

"Chi!" Valen snorted, holding a handful of cards.

Felix slapped a card on the table, "Duplicate! While this card is on the field, all my attacks are doubled."

"Chi!" Valen's eyes widened, staring at the pattern on the card in disbelief.

"How is it impossible?" Felix said confidently, "You've seen me do this." Valen was so angry that he wanted to throw the little snake in his face.

"Chi!"

"Okay," he regretfully took back the improvised card, "I'll definitely suggest that they add this card if I have a chance... It's your turn."

Valen blinked guiltily and showed his cards one by one:

Felix stared at 'Sniff's Cloak', 'Sniff's Wand', 'Sniff's Treasure', 'Sniff's Piggy Bank', and the most important one - 'Sniff's Trump Card: Summon the Big 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 squeezed to the front by the crowd and saw Angelina whispering to Alia.

Harry suddenly realized with horror that they were both in the seventh grade. With Fred and George, four people would 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 took out a stack of parchment from her bag, and asked as she searched, "Where's Ron?"

"Here!" Ron panted and squeezed in. Hermione followed behind with her bag in her arms.

"Great, look, this is the new tactic I've developed. Our opponent will be between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. According to the current ranking, we still have an advantage, but we must not let our guard down--"

Before Harry could say anything, the door of classroom 7 opened.

"That's it for now, you go back and take a good look, you'll need it for the next training." Angelina said quickly, and followed Alia into classroom 7.

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

They came here many times in the fourth year, leaving many psychological shadows, which led to them rarely coming even when classroom 7 was open to students in the fifth year. Instead, they heard that some students who like adventure used it as a second common room.

"The weather is still so abnormal," Ron muttered, and Harry agreed. Unlike the dusk outside, the light sunlight shone on their faces, warm, and the soft soil under their feet seemed to glow.

Under their feet was a winding path that reminded Harry of Diagon Alley, except that there were no cobblestones. There were some wooden signs on the road, and a branch road extended next to each wooden sign. They could only see part of it, and the deeper part seemed to be blocked by fog.

Harry squinted his eyes and tried to see farther. There seemed to be some small houses hidden in the fog. He guessed that Mr. Scamander's magical menagerie, Professor Sprout's wild greenhouse and other buildings should be there.

"Do you think that the end of the road is young Professor McGonagall?" Ron pointed to the wooden sign closest to them. The sign was neatly written with "Transfiguration". "Possibly." Harry said, he felt amused and ran to the other side to look at a crooked wooden sign with Hermione.

"This must be written by Hagrid himself." Hermione's tone was very sure.

Harry looked at the wild handwriting on the wooden board. Two letters were misspelled. He grinned.

"Who else could it be?"

At this time, the students who came in before and after them took the side roads and disappeared quickly.

"Let's hurry up and pick one." Hermione urged.

"How about Transfiguration?" Harry suggested, "I'm not very proficient in cross-species transformation."

"The lesson about owls turning into small telescopes?" Ron whispered, "You did well. When I looked at the telescope lens, they actually blinked at me. Seamus said he always felt something was staring at him..."

"That's because you didn't see them shrink when they were ticklish," Harry said grimly.

So they turned back and walked along the 'Transfiguration' path. Harry was more and more certain that this path was designed by Professor McGonagall's memory. The plants on both sides of the path were obviously carefully maintained, and the bushes were neatly trimmed, as if they had been measured with a ruler.

Harry thought of Privet Drive unpleasantly. He shared this idea with Ron and Hermione - the former laughed and 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 chose this path, but they are not here." As soon as he finished speaking, three doors appeared in front of them.

"So they are waiting here." Ron said, the three looked at each other, each chose a door and walked in.

Behind the door was an empty classroom, without anyone.

Harry walked around the room and finally returned to the place where he started. He found that even the door had disappeared, which made Harry a little dumbfounded. He cleared his throat and asked loudly, "Is anyone there?" He held his wand cautiously, fearing that a shout would bring out a group of dragons.

Suddenly, a mirror-like object appeared in the air, and golden ripples appeared on the mirror surface. Harry saw a blurry image, as if there was someone on the other side! Then a red envelope was thrown out.

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

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

The red envelope that had just been thrown over began to smoke, and the painful memory in his bones suddenly came to his mind. This thing was a Howler. Harry wanted to move back, but his feet seemed to be rooted and motionless.

"Professor McGonagall?"

"Oh, you mean that one," said the young Professor McGonagall with a straight face. "That was designed by Felix. It's useless and is just for scaring people." Her tone was somewhat disapproving. The mirror, which was only half a person's height, turned into a door. She pushed the door open and walked in. Then she waved her hand and two beautiful chairs appeared in the classroom.

"Let's sit down and listen together. There have been a lot of changes here recently."

So Harry and Professor McGonagall sat on the chairs. The Howler - or the instruction manual disguised as the Howler? Harry couldn't figure it out, but it opened its mouth and began to vividly describe the functions of Room 7.

"... a good helper for students... a novel experience... ahead of the times..."

Harry listened with relish. It took him five minutes to realize that it was all nonsense. It was not until the end that it finally got to the point.

"The students' will is the main thing here. You can choose to study in single-player mode, class mode, or team up with friends. Yes, it's very free... You will find that the biggest difference between here and the classroom," the envelope opened its mouth wide and approached, and Harry leaned back. He felt that the saliva of the envelope 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 on this point."

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

"Do you understand now?" asked the young Professor McGonagall.

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

He realized that he had just said a standard nonsense.

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

"Well, I can learn whatever I want to learn?" Harry guessed, and Ms. McGonagall smiled at him, "Only Transfiguration, yes, you are right."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"What about Ron and Hermione? Did they also experience the baptism of the 'Howler'?" Harry asked, while imagining whether Ron could still calm down and listen carefully to the contents of the instruction manual similar to the Howler's letter.

"Almost, but they didn't see me." Ms. McGonagall said, "It was a whim." She added in a low voice, and then waved her hand. Two blurry pictures appeared in the air. Harry's eyes widened. The pictures were Ron and Hermione.

Ron was being chased by a group of round things, and Hermione was facing a wall in deep thought. There were hundreds of books stuck on the wall. Hermione walked around, occasionally stopping to make a gesture of turning a book, and the book in front of her turned the page obediently...

Harry was stunned. It's amazing, but why are the two people so different?

Are the classes divided according to intelligence?

"They chose different ways of learning," Ms. McGonagall explained. "Ron prefers to learn through games, so I let a group of vegetable plates chase him. Unless he can successfully turn them into mushrooms one by one, he won'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 little biased towards Ravenclaw." Ms. McGonagall said.

Harry suddenly thought of the rumors he had heard in the past two days. He bravely asked: "Ms. McGonagall - um -?" The young Professor McGonagall pursed a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. Harry was relieved and asked the question in his mind: "Did you really experience the hat embarrassment when you were sorted?"

"Yes."

"Professor Flitwick too?" He asked cautiously.

"Oh, we do sometimes - I mean between our original bodies - joke with each other," said Ms. McGonagall. "I have some memories of this. But actually, Filius is not embarrassed by the hat, it's just that the Sorting Hat hesitated for a long time. Well, I can't stay too long. There are a lot of students these days, and I have to keep an eye on them at all times. Although other people will help, but..."

She muttered something in a low voice, which probably means 'I don't want to trouble others'.

"I occasionally show up in the form of class teaching - not lecturing, but answering questions. This feeling is quite nostalgic." She said, "There is one thing you should know: here, whatever you want will be responded to."

"Imagination is very important." She proved this personally, and her finger casually drew a door in the air, then pushed the door and left. When Harry walked over, the door had disappeared.

He was stunned for a while, and tentatively said: "Can I change the environment here? How about turning it into... a forest?"

The air around him began to vibrate, and the shadows of towering trees and shrubs emerged. After a few seconds, they really appeared in front of him. Harry looked at all this in amazement, almost thinking that he had come to Professor Hepp's thinking classroom. Then he tried various environments such as the Black Lake, the Great Hall, the Covered Bridge, the Clock Tower, and even the Shrieking Shack. After

playing with great interest for a while, Harry remembered that Ron was still being chased by the dish. He hurriedly asked: "Can I go to Ron? Ron Weasley, with red hair and freckles--"

A line of small words appeared in the air: Personal consent is required. After a few seconds, a blurry image appeared in the air. Harry moved closer to see it more clearly, and then found that Ron was running towards him.

Ron waved his wand back violently, and a few black mushrooms grew on the dish closest to him. When he turned around, he saw Harry in front of him. He shouted excitedly: "Harry? Just now a line of small words suddenly appeared in front of me. I thought it was an illusion--"

"Be careful!" Harry roared.

"Bang!" Ron passed through the blurry air, and the two of them collided violently.

Harry's eyes were full of stars, and he fell down holding his nose, tears streaming down his face. After a long time, he shook Ron's legs off his chest and struggled to get up from the ground. His glasses were hanging on the left ear, and his vision was blurred. He quickly put on his glasses and found that the dishes were rolling around the two of them.

When Harry stood up, the dishes immediately rolled towards him as if they had received a signal. Harry sat back decisively and pulled Ron, who was about to stand up, back to the ground.

The dishes really stopped moving.

"Can we use other magic?" Harry and Ron discussed countermeasures.

"No," Ron frowned and said, "I'll show you." He shot a Stunning Spell, but the spell went straight through the dishes. "I guess they only respond to Transfiguration."

Harry scratched his head a little. He could already imagine the scene of practicing the owl into a small telescope.

Maybe next time we can try Hermione's method?

...

Deep in classroom seven.

This is the absolute core of Classroom 7. It is surrounded by dense magic circuits and nodes, like underground pipelines, and is wrapped in layers of protective magic.

In theory, this place cannot be discovered by outsiders, not even the memory. Because at the beginning of its construction, Dumbledore used the principal's authority - just like the Room of Requirement - to connect the magic supply of Classroom 7 to the entire castle.

At this moment, Felix appeared in this "non-existent" place. In front of him were jars and cans. Magic that could not be detected by the naked eye acted on these containers. Every once in a while, the mouths of the bottles would flash like stars.

Felix clapped his hands and stood up.

"Let me think, happiness, anger, fear, sadness, curiosity, disgust, guilt, pride, calmness, confusion, desire, as well as love and hate - what else? Forget it, I'll break it down later."

As the date of the decisive battle approached, everyone was making corresponding preparations.