Hogwarts Slytherin

Since this year's opening dinner, students at Hogwarts have been discussing a topic that has been privately discussed - the inter-school wizard duel competition is finally about to kick off.

Slytherin's Transfiguration class is still with Gryffindor, just like Potions class.

This was the last class of the day, and the students couldn't help but get excited. They seemed to be a little too excited.

All because contestants from other schools are about to arrive at Hogwarts.

"I heard the Boothbottom girls are very pretty."

"Humph, my cousin studies in Durmstrang, and he will come here this time."

The students loudly discussed all the information they knew about the guests, and it was not ruled out that they were deliberately bragging.

then.

When Professor McGonagall walked into the classroom and saw the scene in front of her, she gave everyone a scolding with a straight face.

"No matter who comes, it will not hinder your Transfiguration performance. I hope you remember that Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous of all Hogwarts courses. If you make avoidable mistakes due to distraction," she frowned. Frowning, his expression was very majestic, "Then I will regretfully have to give you a P!"

"And you, Mr. Weasley, with all due respect, your OWLS exam is getting closer and closer. The Boothbottom witch can give you an E in Transfiguration."

"But the OWLS exam has to wait until the fifth grade!" The red-haired Arthur protested loudly. They are only in the third grade now.

Even if Beauxbatons' witch couldn't make him good at transfiguration, it wouldn't prevent him from getting a pass.

Potter gave him a thumbs-up gesture.

Professor McGonagall gave the latter a stern look, and then said: "Maybe others are like this, but Mr. Weasley, please trust my professional judgment as a Transfiguration professor. If you want to take a Transfiguration improvement class, If so, it will require a lot of practice. And I think it’s the right time to start from now!”

"And you, Mr. Potter, if you make trouble again, then I will ask you to leave, and regretfully inform you that you will not be allowed to enter the Transfiguration class again! I hope you can learn from Mr. Duke, not because of a little talent. And proud."

Arthur Weasley and James Potter both stopped talking angrily.

Everyone saw that even Professor McGonagall's favorite disciple Potter was scolded, and the noisy classroom instantly fell into silence.

Reggie looked calm, as if he didn't hear anything.

got used to.

After class, Professor McGonagall turned the desk into a toad, then the toad into a dagger, and then the wand turned the dagger back into the table.

Professor McGonagall asked everyone to turn toads into daggers in today's class.

Reggie and Sirius finished their homework almost at the same time.

They earned points awards for their respective houses.

Among them, Reggie's dagger was based on the impression of an ancient goblin style. The exquisite carvings and complex goblin writing on it made Professor McGonagall highly praised and exempted him from today's Transfiguration class homework paper.

But most of the others were still struggling with their toads. Arthur wanted to stab the toad to death with his twelve-inch wand, and his face turned red from holding back.

The toad, which had been unresponsive, suddenly turned upside down with its belly up and motionless. Arthur was startled.

Killing the experimental subject would only make his already poor transformation performance worse.

He rolled his eyes and found Professor McGonagall not far away, and Arthur was raising his wand and preparing to poke it.

"quack"

The toad jumped up and turned over, then attacked Arthur's face directly, and his limbs were stuck on his face.

Arthur was startled by this sudden change and screamed.

Professor McGonagall looked past the classmates beside her and looked at Arthur, pursed her lips, and trembled slightly.

With a wave of the magic wand, he pulled the toad off Arthur's face and returned to the desk obediently.

Arthur hurriedly touched his face: "Am I okay? Am I okay?"

His partner, Molly, gave him a look of disgust.

Seeing his partner's reaction, Arthur became even more panicked.

Professor McGonagall frowned even deeper when she saw his reaction.

From then on, Professor McGonagall always stared at the messy red hair from time to time. Until the end of class, Arthur could only conjure a slice-like thing on Arthur's desk. It had no handle and the tip was not sharp enough.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly and gave a passing grade after careful consideration.

It is worth mentioning that today's transfiguration homework paper is nine inches, while Arthur's transfiguration homework paper is an exclusive and limited twelve inches.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or not, but it's exactly the same length as his wand.

******

Hogwarts Castle was unusually almost empty.

Everyone was outside because the delegates to the Negative Wizards' Duel Competition were due to arrive at Hogwarts at six o'clock.

The deans of the four major colleges directed their students to line up, and they had to give their voices a loud voice to ensure that the students could hear them.

Among them, the teams of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were almost full of people. The Ravenclaw students were also whispering to each other in low voices. Only Slytherin's voice was almost negligible.

Seeing his colleagues in a hurry, Professor Slughorn smiled innocently, and his big belly couldn't help but push forward, making him look more like a walrus.

After maintaining order in the team, the four colleges filed out, walked down the steps, and lined up to wait outside Hogwarts.

Night was falling, and the moon hanging high above the Forbidden Forest was faintly visible. The cold night wind blew their school robes slightly, and everyone was looking forward to seeing the distance.

Apart from.

"I would rather go back to my cauldron than stand here waiting for others," Snape muttered quietly.

His face was as gloomy as the night. Perhaps because he had been busy these past two days, Snape's hair began to become greasy again.

"Severus, be patient." Reggie smiled, and then said something meaningful. "Perhaps, among today's guests is an acquaintance whom we have not seen for a long time. You must really want to see him."

"I don't think I have any acquaintances abroad." Snape narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment and then said decisively, "Ilvermorny's arrogance, Boothbottom's butterflies, Durmstrang's recklessness - —" The rest of the words were stuck in his throat, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

Germany, Durmstrang, old acquaintance.

A familiar name emerged in his mind.

"I heard that only beautiful little wizards can enter Beauxbatons."

Alecto Carlo's voice came from behind: "I received their admission notice at the beginning, but my father said that Hogwarts is the best."

You are talking nonsense.