Hogwarts and the Atypical Wizard

"what?

You said you wanted to take your fourth-year final exams?"

Professor Sprout's kind and simple face showed surprise. "Autumn, if I understand correctly, you want to skip a grade?"

Sainz smiled back at his dean while working, "Sure enough, I can't escape your eyes. Yes, I want to save some time."

Professor Sprout put down the work in his hands and said earnestly: "Autumn, I hope you will think about it again. You are still young, and there is no need to be so anxious."

"Professor, please believe me, what I can put forward to you is the result of my careful consideration.

I think you know me well enough to believe that I am not going to make fun of myself. "

Professor Sprout didn't say anything, but just said that that would be it for today, and asked him to go back and think it over carefully.

For the next three days, Sainz made the same request to the professor.

Professor Sprout finally gave in. "Autumn, I know that your current ability has indeed surpassed the fourth grade level. I have carefully considered your request, but this is unprecedented and I cannot make the decision on my own.

You will need to go see Minerva after dinner."

Sainz knew that most of the work was done, and he was very happy. He thanked the professor sincerely, "Thank you, professor. I knew you would definitely give me a surprise. I have never doubted my original choice. I have always believed that Hufflepuff is the place I most want to be in my heart."

Professor Sprout felt the sincerity in his words and was also moved. "Oh, child, I just found out today. So that's what the Sorting Hat said at that time."

Sainz acted like a good boy, "Professor, I have no prejudice against any college.

Before entering school, I talked with some wizards and learned a little about the spirit of each college. Compared with the recommendation of the Sorting Hat, I prefer Hufflepuff. "

Professor Sprout tapped him with his hand in amusement. "Kid, you won't tell me the truth. Well, keeping your mouth shut is a good thing, but I'm glad you chose this place."

"Hehe~"

Although he had mentioned to his two roommates that he had actively rejected Ravenclaw, it would be better not to mention it in front of the professor.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Sainz came to Professor McGonagall's office on the second floor of the castle as instructed.

Professor McGonagall was still as meticulous as ever. She said straight to the point: "Pomona told me all your thoughts. I was very surprised at the time and didn't believe it. I even thought she was joking. After I came to my senses, I felt that it was indeed something you could say.

Have you thought it through? "

"Professor, I believe you have gotten to know me over the past three years. Although I will only be fifteen in October this year, I can already take responsibility for what I say."

Professor McGonagall's lips moved slightly, and her tone softened, "Come and sit down, child, sit closer and have some willow bud tea."

The small teapot on Professor McGonagall's desk was already boiling, with steam rising from it.

Sainz moved his chair to Professor McGonagall's desk as he was told, picked up the teapot and poured the professor a cup, then poured himself a cup, just as he had done before.

He looked at the green tea in the cup, and the tender tips of the willow buds that leaked from the teapot into the cup. "Professor, do you like it too?"

Professor McGonagall snorted when talking about this, "Oh, I didn't like it before, but I started to like it after Rosario taught Defense Against the Dark Arts for a year two years ago."

Saiens thought of the embarrassment Professor Gratton felt when he pulled out the Whomping Willow and was afraid that Professor McGonagall would find out. Now it seems that he was finally caught by Professor McGonagall?

"Professor Gratton is a respectable and lovable person, and he is also very funny," Sainz said.

"Hmm." Professor McGonagall hummed lightly to show her acknowledgment, but with her serious and rigid personality, she might not be used to it. "Autumn, you seem to know him well?"

"Oh, Professor, we still exchange letters from time to time after Professor Gratton left. I can't say that we know each other very well, but I admire his rich knowledge and life experience very much."

"That's good," Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction. "It will be of great benefit to you to keep in touch with a master of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Sainz immediately followed up, "You are absolutely right. I don't know how lucky I am. Every time I have doubts about Transfiguration, I can get your guidance."

Professor McGonagall didn't buy his tricks and said seriously, "Autumn, it's not a good habit to compliment people casually!"

Sainz also said seriously: "Professor, I will remember your teachings firmly. After all, not everyone is as upright as you."

The professor nodded with satisfaction when he heard that he realized his mistake.

After finishing his cup of tea, Sainz said, "So, Professor, regarding my application for the fourth-year final exam, you see..."

"Well, my job today is to confirm once again that it is indeed your own wish. Now it seems that you have thought about it seriously, so I think it can be considered."

Science listened to the professor's words and thought to himself, "Why, from the tone it seems like there's going to be a twist." Then he had another guess.

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall changed the subject and said, "But you still have to convince Dumbledore."

Okay, what is coming will eventually come!

After the Transfiguration class on Thursday morning, Professor McGonagall handed him a note, "Go to the third floor and talk to the griffin."

He unfolded the note and saw that it said "19:45, cockroach pile"

It’s been three years, and I’m finally going to face off against Old Deng alone. I feel a little excited just thinking about it.

Although Old Deng's office is on the eighth floor, if you don't want a violent invasion, you should still go through the main entrance on the third floor.

In the original track, the guard at the third floor door was described as a huge stone monster, but it was not said what it was specifically. In the film and television drama, it was shown as a winged creature similar to a hippogriff and a bit like a griffin.

Sainz went to see it specifically when he was running around, and it was indeed not a hippogriff. However, to say that it was a griffin was different from the impression he had gotten from other channels in his previous life.

Now that Professor McGonagall has given a definition, it is a griffin, so it must be a local griffin.

But if this is the case, would the mount I drew for Tom still be mistaken for a griffin by other portraits?

Could it be that in their eyes, Tom's mount has always been a weird monster?

Well, then Tom won't be laughed at, right?

At 19:40, Sainz arrived in front of the griffin on the third floor and confirmed that it was the griffin. "What a pile of cockroaches!"

The griffin stood on its legs, spread its wings, raised its head and roared, then jumped aside.

The wall behind it split in two like an elevator door opening to the sides, revealing a spiral staircase inside that slowly moved upwards.