Listen to Mag's words.

Harry nodded in sudden realization. "And the Ministry of Magic. I forgot about them again."

He paused for a moment and said tentatively, "Perhaps, I don't have to register with the Ministry of Magic."

"I understand your thoughts, Mr. Potter." McGonagall's face became more serious, "But no, it's not only respect for the Ministry of Magic, but also respect for others."

"Before the Ministry of Magic officially legislated, there were many more Animagus than there are now. There were always some wizards who wanted to use their Animagus to spy on other people's private lives. Harry, I trust you very much. You would never do such a thing."

"But there will be others who won't believe it," Harry continued.

Mag nodded.

Harry deadpanned, "But Professor Dumbledore apparently knows Animagus, and as far as I know, he's not on the Ministry's register?"

Mag was stunned. She pursed her lips and said, "I've never seen him use Animagus."

"Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist." Harry held on to Dumbledore, trying to convince the professor in front of him.

McGonagall clenched her wand, and her tone suddenly became gentle: "Harry, it's not that I don't want to control Albus, I just can't control him."

"As the vice-chancellor, I can only give him some advice."

Harry keenly sensed a dangerous aura, which made him nod instinctively: "Professor, then give me some time to think about it."

"Harry." Professor McGonagall looked at him, her eyes as serious as when she first saw him in front of the oak door of Hogwarts Castle on the first day of the first year. "If I had known, I would have made you register with the Ministry of Magic."

Harry excused himself and left.

Professor McGonagall's suggestion doesn't seem to work.

What about Professor Dumbledore? He was the Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall also said that her Animagus was taught by Dumbledore. Should she go find him?

If you think about it carefully, I'm afraid that won't work.

Dumbledore is even more "superstitious" about the Ministry of Magic than Professor McGonagall.

That left only Sirius.

But do you really want to find him?

Maybe Uncle Lupin can be trusted. Although he doesn't know Animagus, he is such a close friend after all, so he should know something about him.

After returning to his dormitory, Harry wrote a letter and sent it to Sirius.

Sirius also replied quickly. Maybe he didn't have much confidence in other aspects, but he had absolute confidence in Animagus. During those years in Azkaban, whenever he couldn't bear it anymore, he would turn into a black dog, shrink into a small corner of the cell, and learn to think with the brain of a dog.

He forced himself to review his Animagus knowledge every day. Otherwise, under the erosion of the Dementors' aura of despair, he would have been swallowed up by the Animagus's savagery and turned into a real, brainless big dog.

The Animagus issue has been resolved.

Harry was not in a hurry to continue with the potion, he had to continue with the Gryffindor trial.

On Friday night, he packed up all his things, made all the preparations he could now, hung up the Sorting Hat and left.

He didn't hide anything.

Maybe he'd disappear for the entire weekend, or maybe longer.

The little lions watched his back.

"You have to go back to class on Monday. Professor Trelawney also said that she has a new prophecy for you." Hermione bit her lip and said worriedly, "It doesn't matter if you don't pass the test. Safety is the most important thing."

The Sorting Hat muttered, "Miss Granger, what do you think of the Trial of Gryffindor?"

"There is a basilisk in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets." Hermione emphasized, "If you are not prepared and look directly into the eyes of the basilisk, even if you are the heir, you will die."

"Godric is not Salazar. He has a better heart." The Sorting Hat also emphasized.

Hermione shook her head.

The Sorting Hat continued, "Don't worry, Harry is not the only little wizard to have reached this point in a thousand years."

"Four hundred years ago, or five hundred years ago? There was a very good little wizard, even better than Albus, who pulled out the sword of Gryffindor, broke into the Slytherin common room in the sixth grade, snatched the portrait, and even injured the then head of Slytherin House."

"That's very Gryffindor." Harry couldn't help but complain.

The Sorting Hat nodded its tip. "Yes, that's very Gryffindor style, but he's not as cautious as you are. He rushed in rashly, but because he wasn't prepared in advance, he failed. But in the end, he returned to Hogwarts safely, with almost no injuries except fatigue."

"Almost?" Hermione noticed the word.

"More powerful than Professor Dumbledore and still failed?" Ron noticed this.

Harry waved his hands: "It's impossible not to get hurt."

"As long as it's not fatal, it's a good thing."

The Sorting Hat responded to Ron: "When they were students, Harry was not better than Dumbledore is now."

Ron nodded, and that's what he said.

"He must be very much like my godfather," Harry deadpanned, "and considered crossing the Forbidden Forest and finding that location as the ultimate test."

The Sorting Hat chuckled, "Forgive me for not sharing information about the Trials, but Harry, you are very clever."

Hermione was still biting her lip.

Harry turned and left, he was about to climb out.

"Harry, our Lion King, we will wait for you to come back!" George waved his hands and shouted loudly with a serious tone.

Fred did the same, leading the other little lions to shout.

"Thank God, don't use that name anymore." Harry waved at them helplessly and turned away.

Keep walking until you reach the edge of the forbidden forest.

Harry looked back toward the castle. He could feel three sets of eyes on him.

He dived in, stepping on the remaining snow in the forest.

Follow the previously planned route.

Passing by the centaur camp and through the unicorn's territory, he stopped in front of the eight-eyed giant spider's territory. Judging the direction from the growth of the branches, he headed northwest. Before he had taken a few steps, he heard a crackling sound.

Harry stopped.

Look towards the sound.

The sound of fur rubbing against leaves and bark was frequent.

There is more than one Acromantula ahead.

This made him frown. Are these things expanding their territory again?

With their powerful reproductive capacity comes the need for more survival resources. They have expanded their territory more than once. Compared to when Harry first encountered the Acromantula in the first grade, their territory is now nearly one-tenth larger.

He turned his head and would rather take a longer route. There was no need to force a conflict over something that was not planned.

But he didn't leave for long.

The crackling sounds came again, denser and more numerous.

This time, not only in front, but also on the left, right, and back...

The group of creatures surrounded themselves.

Consider yourself as prey.

"Come out, I know you can understand me." Harry raised his hand and put Quinn on himself. He waved his wand again and the armor fell on his body. "Your sneaky movements can't be hidden from me."

With a whoosh sound——

A stream of sticky spider silk spurted out from the dense forest. Harry dodged sideways and waved his wand gently.

With a loud bang, two nearby trees twisted and turned into two giant snakes. At one point, the Sorting Hat sprinkled basilisk bone powder on them, giving off the scent of the basilisk.

The eight-eyed giant spiders began to flee in panic.

"Don't run! This is a trick of the human wizard. It's not that thing!" An eight-eyed giant spider roared, his voice hoarse, like a knife cutting through glass.

The creatures paused.

"You guys go attack it! Go quickly!" the giant spider ordered.

Several of the snakes around it pounced on the deformed creature unwillingly. Three or four of them, as big as ponies, held it down tightly, and their huge claws pierced into the tree snake's body, tearing it into pieces almost instantly.

"See? This is..." the giant spider said proudly.

Harry chanted the spell.

The flames are blazing!

The raging flames rolled and pounced, landing on the nearest few restless spiders, and began to burn violently with a hissing sound.

Another wave of the wand.

The flames transformed into hundreds of fire snakes, which separated and purposefully captured every spider that was nearby.

They spewed spider silk to fight against the flames.

Relying on their huge numbers, they barely suppressed the flames, and the remaining giant spiders continued to attack Harry one after another.

Cruel and vicious.

Harry drew his snake-bone sword, took a step forward, and with a flick of his wrist, spun the sword.

The moonlight bathed him, and his footsteps moved and his sword swung like a dance.

No matter which direction the giant spider pounces from, it will be met with a sword at a strange angle.

The Sorting Hat intoned an old medieval tune.

One sword for each.

Even if some giant spiders were able to dodge quickly and avoid being cut in half, they would soon lose their lives under the erosion of the basilisk's deadly poison.

It was not very easy to cast spells when dancing with the two-handed sword. Harry could only take advantage of the giant spiders' weak attack to cast a few spells.

Thunder explosion!

The flames are blazing!

Half an hour later, after losing dozens of spiders, they finally seemed to realize that this human was not their "prey" who could be captured by sheer numbers. No, to be precise, they were the prey.

They retreated in panic.

Harry stopped the sword dance and waved his wand. The flames formed a circle around the battlefield, and then he gently patted the Sorting Hat: "Stop singing."

"Heroes always need singing when they fight!" The Sorting Hat snorted, "Gryffindor loves me for doing this."

Harry didn't say anything. He looked down at himself, then across the dense jungle, at the castle in the distance that he could no longer see. "During the trial, the contract with the castle would be interrupted?"

The Sorting Hat nodded: "Yes."

"A young wizard under protection cannot grow."

"What kind of trial would it be if it was too easy to get there?"

"A thousand years ago, Rowena signed a contract with the Forbidden Forest. The creatures in this forest cannot kill Hogwarts students."