Professor McGonagall's eyelids twitched twice.

This was the first time I saw someone use a hat like this, especially the Sorting Hat, an ancient relic that had gone through all of Hogwarts' history.

She pretended not to see it, took Harry's wand, and then raised her own wand, connecting the two: "Flashback spell!"

Magic surged from the tip of Harry's wand and hit a book on the table, causing it to levitate.

Professor McGonagall was startled.

Is this the power of the levitation spell? After the fight, he used the levitation spell to clean up the battlefield?

She increased her magic output, and a bright glow emanated from the joint of her wand.

This is the lighting spell.

Professor McGonagall frowned.

This... isn't right.

How could an illumination spell be used in a fight?

The flashback spell can be used to investigate the spell released by the wand before, but... what a mess of spells! Even if it's not the Imperius Curse, it should be the Confusion Curse that Harry mentioned.

"Are you reviewing the spells I've used before?" Harry understood why Professor McGonagall asked him for his wand - when witchers were investigated, their weapons would always be confiscated first, and he thought it would be the same here.

Professor McGonagall's face was serious: "Yes, Mr. Potter, I think you should explain?"

"I don't need a wand for that little spell." Harry waved his hand. "If it's okay, I can perform the spell for you, Professor?"

McGonagall returned the wand to Harry and waved it casually, turning a book on the table into a hamster: "Please, Mr. Potter."

Harry raised his hand and cast the Axis Sign.

The hamster stood up in confusion.

"Little guy, come and spin around." Harry teased the hamster, which was ignorant and obedient.

Professor McGonagall tilted her head back, her eyes still serious. The effect of this spell was indeed very similar to the Imperius Curse.

"This should be a charm spell." Harry explained simply, "It is very useful for creatures with little intelligence, but it is not so useful for highly intelligent creatures."

The lower the wisdom, the longer the coma period. When he was in the dream trial, he had to survive in a swamp for a whole night. He relied on this seal to survive from the claws of the drowned ghost.

Professor McGonagall thought for a while and looked at Hooch: "Mr. Potter, maybe you can use it on me..."

She hadn't even finished her words.

"Axil!"

Harry raised his hand immediately - he had been wanting to try this for a long time.

The seal works very well on ordinary people, at least it does on his aunt's family.

But he didn't know how effective it would be on wizards.

Malfoy doesn't count, he's just a first-year wizard - just like no one would mistake an apprentice for a witcher.

Almost immediately, Professor McGonagall woke up. Harry frowned slightly, but the effect was very weak. The magic in the professor's body instantly began to resist and eliminate the power of the seal.

She shook her head, looking completely relaxed, and explained to Professor Hooch beside her: "It's similar to the Confusion Charm."

Professor Huo Qi also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Confusion Charm?" Harry was stunned. This was beyond his knowledge.

Professor McGonagall waved her hand and restored the squeaking hamster in Harry's hand to its original state: "A powerful and dangerous spell that you will come into contact with in your fifth year."

"Did you research this spell yourself?"

Harry nodded, but said nothing, acquiescing.

"Did you get the inspiration from your group repelling spell?" Professor McGonagall smiled. "It's a very good spell. It can make me lose my mind temporarily, and it also makes me feel a little good about you."

"Just use hand gestures. It will be very useful in a duel. Filius will definitely like it."

"You call it a spell?"

“It is indeed a very appropriate title.”

"Mr. Potter, you are indeed excellent."

Harry stood straight with a serious expression - he knew that the conversation would always take a turn at this moment.

"But!" Sure enough, Professor McGonagall said just as Harry thought, "A great spell can't cover up the mistakes you made, especially when fighting with Slytherin."

"Let me think about it..."

Professor McGonagall waved her wand and the class schedule flew in front of her: "Come to my office every Wednesday and Friday night for detention for a month."

"I see, Professor," Harry nodded.

Professor Hooch led Harry hurriedly back to the Quidditch field, and the rest of the class went smoothly.

Although it took a lot of time, they finally flew in the sky.

Harry liked this feeling very much. Apart from the physical fitness bonus brought by the witcher, he could sense that he was extremely talented in flying.

The flying lesson is over.

The hungry little wizards rushed to the hall.

"Harry, why did the professor ask you to come over?" Hermione was very worried. "After you left, Malfoy kept saying that you were going to be expelled. If I hadn't stopped Ron, he would have almost fought with Malfoy again."

Ron sneered: "You shouldn't have pulled me..."

"No, Hermione did the right thing," Harry interrupted.

With someone backing her up, Hermione immediately felt justified.

"You may not be able to beat Malfoy." Harry added his reason.

Ron's eyes widened. "No, Harry, how can you say that? You saw me beat Malfoy so hard that his eyes turned black."

"You were sneaking up on him." Harry shook his head, "and he broke his eye himself."

"He is a bit stronger than you, and he is more skilled in using spells than you. Of course, the most important thing is the wand..."

Hermione interrupted their discussion: "No, that's not the question!"

"Stop talking about fighting!"

"Harry, what punishment did Professor McGonagall give you?"

Harry waved his hand. "It's nothing serious. Just another twenty points deducted and a month of detention."

"Another twenty points!" Hermione raised her voice, "That makes a total of forty points. We can't get that many in this month."

Ron said: "Don't worry, you must have got it..."

"No, I haven't!" Hermione emphasized, "And Professor Snape deducted points, don't forget that."

Harry comforted her: "Hermione, it is indeed a good thing to pay attention to the house points, but I give you a suggestion, it is best not to do so."

Hermione gritted her teeth: "It would be great if you could think so!"

"But you didn't!"

"If you had listened to me and not fought with the Slytherins, we wouldn't have been deducted so many points."

Harry sighed and said nothing more.

Ron pouted and followed Harry.

Hermione was still mumbling something, counting fractions on her fingers.

This was only the beginning of the school year, and forty house points were deducted all of a sudden. It was a staggering number - Gryffindor, which had been slightly ahead because of Harry and Hermione, suddenly had no more gems.

This scared many seniors.

Professors were always very cautious in giving or deducting points, usually just one or two points. Being deducted five points at a time was something Harry only experienced in front of Snape.

They were discussing whether the two naughty Weasleys had finally put their idea into practice - blowing up a toilet in a bathroom.

Or maybe one of the senior students, under the pressure of the grade test, finally couldn't help but beat up Professor Quirrell - Defense Against the Dark Arts was a very important indicator. If one wanted to enter Gringotts or the Ministry of Magic, one had to get at least an "E", the second level grade.

It had been a long time since they had had a good Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

It wasn't until dinner that they realized that neither was true.

It was Harry who led Gryffindor to beat up Slytherin in flying class, so Harry lost forty points and was given a month's detention - the other young wizards did not receive any punishment.

That evening.

There was a big party in the Gryffindor common room.

George and Fred brought a lot of food from the kitchen and even got a few bottles of butterbeer from somewhere.

"Cheers to our great Lion King!" George raised his glass and handed it to Harry, "Well-deserved!"

Percy was very dissatisfied and wanted to stop him: "No, George, Harry can't drink. He is only eleven years old."

"I am George, my dear brother." Fred hugged Percy's waist and stopped him. "Today is a day for celebration. Don't worry about these things."

"Besides, Harry grew up in Muggle society, he must have drunk it a long time ago."

Great Britain is the only country where children can legally drink alcohol from the age of five, accompanied by their parents.

Harry took the glass and took a sip. It had a buttery smooth texture and the unique freshness of beer. "Not bad, but it would be nice to have a bottle of vodka."

Demon hunters rarely drink, but they are not averse to alcohol.

George's eyes lit up: "Yes, it would be nice if there was vodka."

"Wood, did you hear our Lion King's order?"

"You wish!" The tall Quidditch captain stood up and spat at George. "There are classes tomorrow. I remember Harry's class is Potions."

George was a little disappointed: "Oh, okay."

Hermione couldn't understand this. She looked blankly at this group of noisy people - including the prefect Percy, who she thought would stand on the same side as her. What he cared about most was not the points deducted, but his obsession with Harry drinking less and Ron not drinking.

"But we were deducted 40 points, and Harry still has a month of detention." Hermione found Percy, worried, "Why is this happening?"

Fred leaned his head forward and said nonchalantly, "So what?"

"We beat Slytherin!"

George was a little drunk and grabbed Fred's head. "Under the leadership of the Lion King, we didn't just win, we swept through. We were unstoppable!"

Percy smiled cheerfully, "This is an honor, a greater honor than the House Cup."

Slytherin has dominated the House Cup for seven years.

Gryffindor has always been dissatisfied - not because they are jealous of the House Cup. Hogwarts has been established for a thousand years, which house has not won the House Cup hundreds of times?

What they hated was being suppressed by Slytherin all the time.

Harry's arrival made them look forward to the counterattack, and Harry did not disappoint their expectations, it's only been a month!

The lion fights the snake and wins!

Hermione was still at a loss. This was in huge conflict with her short eleven years of life experience, and also with her study experience in the ordinary people's world.

Wait until the next day.

An even more horrible fact was discovered by Hermione - she seemed to be isolated.

Originally, because of Harry, although she was chattering, did not allow copying homework, and wanted to start a wave of internal competition, these "shortcomings" were within the tolerance of the little lions.

But what happened on the Quidditch pitch yesterday.

Everyone was fighting fiercely with the Slytherins, and she was watching and trying to persuade them not to fight.

She did not choose to join the group, so the group naturally did not welcome her.

Apart from Harry, Ron was the only one who could manage to talk to her.