Hogwarts players never admit defeat

The road to Professor McGonagall's office can't be said to be a familiar one, but it can still be regarded as a familiar one.

"Please come in."

Professor McGonagall's voice sounded as the door opened. It seemed that she was waiting for Zhenle.

The decoration of Professor McGonagall's office has not changed much since the last time he came in. At most, the pot of green plants placed there has been changed to a different variety.

Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses, stopped correcting, and said in a serious tone: "Please sit down, do you know why I called you here? Mr. Smith."

Cheng Zhenle sat in the same seat as last time. Although there was no kind Principal Dumbledore this time, because it was not his first time here, he was not as nervous as last time.

"Is it because of him? Professor."

Following his words, Xiao Shuzi crawled out of his pocket and stood on his shoulders, then posed with his hands on his hips.

There are a lot of people wanting to see it these days, and it is quite experienced at climbing up on its shoulders and posing.The bowtruckle that Cheng Zhenle met seemed to have a more lively personality, which was a little different from the shy character written in the book.

I guess this is an individual reason.

"Yes, part of the reason why I came to you is because of him." Professor McGonagall said: "The Bowtruckle is not on the list of pets that first-year students can keep, and according to the information, you should be banned. Lin met him."

Her eyes turned slightly disapproving, "The Forbidden Forest is very dangerous, Mr. Smith."

Chengzhenle didn't even think about making excuses, and just lowered his head to admit his mistake. He could hear the care in Professor McGonagall's words.

"I'm sorry professor."

"Twenty points will be deducted from Gryffindor, plus a month of confinement. Starting from next week, you will come to my office after dinner every school day." Professor McGonagall paused and said as if to explain: "Because of your young age and Please admit your mistake with a positive attitude, otherwise your punishment will not just be 20 points and a month of confinement."

"Sorry, Professor." But I will definitely go to the Forbidden Forest in the future, and I will be careful not to be discovered next time.

"Take a look at this information." Looking at Cheng Zhenle who actively admitted his mistake, Professor McGonagall handed him a piece of brown paper on her right hand.

"This is! A guide to raising Bowtruckles!" Cheng Zhenle took it and read the title, then looked up at Professor McGonagall in surprise: "This is so useful, thank you Professor."

He knew that as the leader who led him to the magical world for the first time, Professor McGonagall should have clearly known that his knowledge of magical animals was incomplete, so he gave him this.

"Mr. Smith, of course you can raise a Bowtruckle, but please be careful not to let him hurt your classmates."

Cheng Zhenle answered obediently: "Good professor, as you know, the Bowtruckle has a very gentle personality and generally does not attack others on his own initiative."

The little tree branch on his shoulder also nodded as if he understood.

"If you don't understand anything about Bowtruckles, you can ask Professor Kettleburn," Professor McGonagall warned, "Or you can also ask Professor Sprout for help."

Cheng Zhenle nodded, "I understand, Professor."

"The next thing I asked you about is that you missed a Transfiguration class that day," Professor McGonagall said: "Although the next few classes are still exercises to practice the content of the previous class, you really One class behind other students.”

Cheng Zhenle immediately understood what Professor McGonagall meant. The professor was afraid that he would feel lagging behind because everyone else had done well but he himself was missing one class and could not complete the exercises.

If he was really an 11-year-old boy, he might actually feel sad about this gap.

"Actually, Hermione, Hermione Granger, she helped me with this lesson."

"Oh, Miss Granger, she was indeed the best in the class in that class." Professor McGonagall looked at Cheng Zhenle in agreement.

After saying that, she handed him a match and asked Cheng Zhenle to show the results of the extra lessons on the spot.

Cheng Zhenle took out his wand and recalled the teaching that day.

He succeeded in turning the match into a silver needle without a pinhole.

"Not bad, Miss Granger's teaching is very good. Miss Granger's serious attitude towards learning is the most praiseworthy thing in your Gryffindor class."

Listening to Professor McGonagall's praise of Hermione, Cheng Zhenle recalled the reason why he asked Hermione to teach him that day.

He seems to have used Professor McGonagall as a raft.

He organized his language and decided to tell Professor McGonagall the truth. Maybe he could also get Professor McGonagall to help him tell the lie, "That professor, I actually lied to Hermione to give me tutoring. I went back to the common room that day. When I saw her arguing with Ron and Ron Weasley, I lied to them and separated them."

Although they didn't skip class last time because of Fred and George's strong reaction, Ron already knew that it was just Chengzhen's excuse to break up the quarrel between him and Hermione.

I just don't know if he told Hermione or not.

Recently, it seems that they are still getting along tepidly, neither have they reconciled, nor have they broken up like before.

Professor McGonagall's voice became serious again, "Mr. Smith, it's wrong to lie, but since you are using white lies to help your classmates, I won't say anything more. From now on-"

Cheng Zhenle, who suddenly thought of what to say, interrupted her, "Professor, I know, I will never lie to my classmates again. By the way, professor, I have a question."

Professor McGonagall didn't pay much attention to Cheng Zhenle's interruption, "What's the problem?"

"Professor Snape often finds trouble with Harry in class and often ignores Hermione's raises of hands. Is it really okay for him to do this?"

Although he actually agreed with Professor Snape's teaching standards and praised Professor Snape's language arts, as a teacher, was it too much to treat Harry and Hermione like that?

If it weren't for the game world, although such a teacher would not have his teaching certificate revoked, he would still be subject to suspension review.

Professor McGonagall frowned, "Is there such a thing? I will ask Principal Dumbledore. Although Professor Snape is not easy to get along with, he is indeed an excellent professor."

Just when she was about to say something more, the dinner bell rang.

"Okay Smith, it's getting late now. You can go eat." She also stood up.

"Okay professor. Goodbye."

When they parted at the door, Professor McGonagall warned again: "Don't forget the confinement that starts next week."

Cheng Zhenle nodded and looked in the direction Professor McGonagall left. It didn't look like he was going to the auditorium.

He suppressed his curiosity and walked towards the Great Hall, the Bowtruckle on his shoulder having jumped into his pocket as he left Professor McGonagall's office.

Outside the window, the sun is really about to set, and it puts on extremely gorgeous clothes on the clouds in the sky.

Another day is coming to an end.