Chapter 15 The Excluded Miss Otter (please recommend ~ please continue to read)

Professor McGonagall's eyelids couldn't help but tremble.

The first time I saw someone using a hat like this, it was the Sorting Hat - an ancient relic that has gone through all the history of Hogwarts.

She pretended that she didn't see it, took Harry's wand, then raised her own wand, and the two connected: "Flashback Curse!"

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

Professor McGonagall was startled.

This is the magic power of the floating spell. After the fight, did you use the floating spell to clean up the battlefield?

She increased her magic output, and the joint of the wand glowed brightly.

This is an illuminating spell.

Professor McGonagall frowned.

This...isn't right.

How could a fight require an illuminating spell?

The pre-flashback spell can investigate the spells released by the wand before, but... these are all messy spells. Even if it is not the Imperius Curse, it should be the Bewitching Curse that Harry said.

Some senior student, finally, under the pressure of the grade exam, couldn't help but beat up Professor Quirrell - Defense Against the Dark Arts is a very important indicator. If you want to enter Gringotts, or...

Ministry of Magic requires at least an "E", a second level grade.

Gryffindor has always been dissatisfied - it's not that they are too keen on the House Cup. It's been a thousand years since Hogwarts was founded. Which house hasn't won the House Cup hundreds of times?

They hated being suppressed by Slytherin all the time.

"Did you research this curse yourself?"

"Just using hand gestures will be very useful during a duel. Filius will definitely like it."

Harry took the glass and took a sip. It tasted as smooth as butter and had the unique refreshing taste of beer: "It's not bad, but it would be nice if I could have a bottle of vodka."

"Here's to our great Lion King!" George raised his glass and handed it to Harry, "Well deserved!"

Not counting Malfoy, he is just a first-year wizard - just like no one would regard an apprentice as a witcher.

Great Britain is the only country where children can legally drink alcohol when they are five years old and accompanied by their parents.

"Let me think about it..."

Hermione gritted her teeth: "If you can think so, that would be really great!"

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

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

Ron's eyes widened: "No, Harry, how could you say that? You saw it too. I beat Malfoy until his eyes were black."

"Axxi!"

"It is indeed a very appropriate title."

"That was a sneak attack." Harry shook his head, "And his eye fell on his own."

But what happened on the Quidditch pitch yesterday.

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

"Is this a review of the spells I have used before?" Harry understood why Professor McGonagall asked him for a wand - when witchers were being investigated, their weapons were always confiscated first. He thought that here

Same thing.

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

Ron said: "Don't worry, you will definitely get it..."

She shook her head, her expression completely relaxed, and explained to Professor Huo Qi on the side: "It's similar to a confusion spell."

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

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

Hermione was still mumbling and counting fractions with her fingers.

The professors were always very cautious in adding points and deducting points. They were basically one point, two points, and five points were deducted at a time. That was the treatment Harry only received in front of Snape.

"Confusion spell?" Harry was stunned, this was beyond his knowledge base.

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

She hasn't finished speaking yet.

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

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

Harry looked serious and stood obediently - he knew that often at this time, the conversation would change.

That night.

Harry sighed and said no more.

Harry nodded, said nothing, and acquiesced.

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

Ron curled his lips and followed Harry.

"I don't need a wand for that little spell." Harry waved his hand, "If possible, can I cast the spell and show it to the professor?"

"But we were deducted forty points, and Harry still has one month of confinement." Hermione found Percy, worried, "Why is this happening?"

Professor McGonagall waved her hand and restored the squeaking hamster in Harry's hand to its original state: "A powerful and dangerous curse that you will be exposed to when you reach fifth grade."

Professor Hooch led Harry back to the Quidditch pitch in a hurry, and the rest of the lesson was uneventful.

Slytherin has monopolized the House Cup for seven years.

"Mr. Potter, you are indeed excellent."

Witchers rarely drink alcohol, but they are not resistant to alcohol.

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

She didn't choose to join the group, so the group naturally didn't welcome her.

The lion fights the snake and wins a great victory!

Hermione is still confused, which has a huge conflict with her short eleven years of life experience, and also has a huge conflict with her study experience in the ordinary world.

This shocked many seniors and seniors.

"What a beautiful idea!" The tall captain of the Quidditch team stood up and spat at George, "There are classes tomorrow, and I remember Harry's Potions class."

They discussed whether this was the two naughty Weasleys who finally put their idea into practice - blowing up the toilet in a certain bathroom.

It was Harry who took Gryffindor to beat up Slytherin during the flying lesson. As a result, Harry lost forty points, plus a month of confinement - the other little wizards did not suffer much.

punish.

"I understand, Professor." Harry nodded.

Professor Huo Qi also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Another twenty points!" Hermione raised her voice, "That brings the total to forty points. We haven't been able to get that much this month."

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

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

"You call it a charm?"

"But!" Sure enough, Professor McGonagall was just as Harry thought, "An excellent spell cannot cover up the mistakes you made, especially when you were fighting Slytherin."

"If you had listened to my advice and not started fighting with the Slytherins, we wouldn't have been deducted so many points."

McGonagall returned the wand to Harry, and with a wave of her hand, a book on the table turned into a hamster: "Please, Mr. Potter."

Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and the class schedule flew in front of her: "Every Wednesday and Friday night, come to my office and be in solitary confinement for a month."

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

The flying lesson is over.

Professor McGonagall looked serious: "Yes, Mr. Potter, I think you should explain?"

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

Harry comforted him: "Hermione, it is indeed a good thing to value house points, but let me give you a suggestion, it is best not to do this."

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

Malfoy fights."

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

It wasn't until dinner that they realized that it wasn't the case.
To be continued...