Chapter 15 Miss Otter Is Excluded (Please Recommend and Read)

Chapter 15 Miss Otter Being Excluded (Please recommend~Please read)

Professor McGonagall's eyelids trembled twice.

This was the first time she saw someone use a hat like this, and it was the Sorting Hat - this ancient relic that has experienced all the history of Hogwarts.

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

Magic power surged out from the mouth of Harry's wand, hitting a book on the table, making it float.

Professor McGonagall was stunned.

This is the magic of the Levitation Spell. After the fight, he used the Levitation Spell to clean up the battlefield?

She increased the magic output, and the place where the wand was connected emitted a bright luster.

This is the Illumination Spell.

Professor McGonagall frowned.

This...is not right.

How can the Illumination Spell be used in a fight?

The Flashback Spell can investigate the spell released by the wand before, but...what kind of messed up spells are these? Even if it is not the Imperius Curse, it should be the Mind-Losing Spell that Harry mentioned.

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

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

"I don't need a wand for that little spell." Harry waved his hand, "If possible, I will cast a spell for you to see?"

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

Harry raised his hand and cast the Axis Sign.

The hamster stood up blankly.

"Little guy, come and turn 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 creatures with high intelligence."

The lower the intelligence, the longer the coma. 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 didn't finish her words.

"Axil!"

Harry raised his hand immediately - he had wanted to try it for a long time.

The seal worked well for ordinary people, at least on his aunt's family.

But he didn't know how it worked for wizards.

Malfoy didn't count, he was just a first-year wizard - just like no one would treat an apprentice as a witcher.

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

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

Professor Hooch also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Confusing Charm?" Harry was stunned, this was beyond his knowledge reserve.

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

"Did you research this spell yourself?"

Harry nodded, said nothing, and acquiesced.

"Did you get the inspiration from your group repelling spell?" Professor McGonagall smiled a little, "A very good spell, which can make me lose my mind temporarily, and I also have some good feelings for you."

"It only uses gestures. It will be very useful in a duel. Filius will definitely like it."

"You call it the Confusion Charm?"

"It is indeed a very appropriate name."

"Mr. Potter, you are indeed excellent."

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

"But!" Sure enough, Professor McGonagall said as Harry thought, "An excellent spell cannot 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: "Every Wednesday and Friday night, come to my office and be in detention for a month."

"I understand, professor." Harry nodded.

Professor Hooch led Harry back to the Quidditch field in a hurry, and the next class was smooth.

Although a lot of time was wasted, 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 class ended.

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 pulled Ron back, he would have almost fought with Malfoy again."

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

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

With someone backing her up, Hermione immediately felt justified.

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

Ron's eyes widened: "No, Harry, how can you say that? You saw it too. I beat Malfoy so hard that his eyes were black and blue."

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

"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..."

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

"Stop talking about fighting!"

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

Harry waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, it's just another twenty points deducted and one month of confinement."

"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."

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

"No, no!" Hermione emphasized, "There are also points deductions from Professor Snape. Don't forget this."

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."

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

"But you didn't!"

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

Harry sighed and said no more.

Ron curled his lips and followed Harry.

Hermione was still mumbling and counting fractions on her fingers.

This was just the beginning of the semester, and forty house points were deducted at once, but it was an incredible number - Gryffindor, which had been slightly ahead because of Harry and Hermione, suddenly saw its gem bottom out.

This shocked many seniors and seniors.

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

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

Some senior classmate finally couldn't help but beat up Professor Quirrell under the pressure of the grade examination - 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.

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

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

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.

That night.

There was a big party in the Gryffindor common room.

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

"Here's to our great Lion King!" George raised the wine 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 suitable for celebration, so don't worry about these things."

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

Great Britain is the only country where children can legally drink alcohol under the supervision of their parents until they are five years old.

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."

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

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

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

"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."

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

Hermione couldn't understand this. She looked blankly at this group of noisy people - including her prefect Percy, who she thought would be on the same side as her. What he cared about most was not deducting points, but obsession. Harry should drink less, but Ron is not allowed to drink.

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

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

"We beat Slytherin!"

George was a little drunk and clamped Fred's head: "Under the leadership of the Lion King, it is not a win, it is a sweep, it is unstoppable!"

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

Slytherin has monopolized the House Cup for seven years.

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.

Harry's arrival gave them expectations for a counterattack, and Harry did not disappoint their expectations. It had only been a month!

The lion fights the snake and wins!

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

Wait until the next day.

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

Originally, because of Harry, although she was chirping, not allowed to copy homework, and wanted to start a wave of involution, these "shortcomings" were within the tolerance of the little lions.

But what happened yesterday on the Quidditch field.

Everyone was fighting Slytherin fiercely, she was watching and trying to persuade them not to fight.

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

Apart from Harry, only Ron could barely talk to her.

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