bookbashuk Chapter 12 Cat Turns into Human, Just Like Beast Becomes Spirit
Chapter 12 Cat Turns into Human, Just Like Beast Becomes Spirit
Harry's unintentional remark caused Flitwick's expression to change. Only upon learning of the intention to forge weapons did his smile return.
When Harry asked again why his expression had changed, Flitwick tried to give an evasive answer, but Harry wouldn't let him off the hook:
"The professor was unwilling to speak out, almost wronging the student. Even if snow were to fall in June, Dou E would still speak out for me."
Although Flitwick didn't know who Dou E was, he could see that Harry was persistent and relentless.
He sat down on a stack of books, scratched his bald head, sighed deeply, and began to recount those past events.
Poems as proof:
Smoke rises in Hogsmeade, wizards and goblins battle it out.
The fairies were utterly defeated and signed surrender agreements.
Rules established to place people as inferior, many sighs echo within Gringotts.
From that moment on, the magic wand became a taboo; anyone who dared to possess it would pay with their life.
After recounting the Lich War of a hundred years ago, Flitwick sighed again:
"My fairy bloodline is probably only one in a thousand to one in ten thousand. Perhaps it's a case of ancestral regression, but I look a lot like a fairy."
"Before I became a renowned dueling master, people from the Ministry of Magic would always ask me why a goblin would carry a wand."
"I'm sorry, Harry, I shouldn't have made such malicious assumptions about such a lovely little wizard as you. It's just that it's been a long time since a student has asked me a question like this."
When the topic turned to sadness, Flitwick also became somewhat dejected.
He considers himself a wizard, yet the Ministry of Magic doesn't treat him like a human; he returns to being a fairy, wielding a wand, only to be called a traitor. Lost and confused about his place, he feels neither human nor righteous.
Harry chuckled to himself, saying, "Good professor, you're getting carried away. I only have one question: were your parents human?"
Flitwick was taken aback. "Yes, they are all wizards."
"That professor is a good wizard; if anyone asks questions and gets annoyed, he can just cast a spell to get rid of them!"
Flitwick was stunned for a moment, then suddenly felt a sense of relief wash over him, as if years of resentment had melted away. He laughed loudly, "That's right, that's exactly it!"
These words were like a wake-up call, clearing away the clouds and revealing the sun, dispelling all confusion.
Flitwick was a man of strong emotions. Now that his confusion had been dispelled, he sighed deeply for a long time, claiming that he had wasted decades of his life, only to be angry with himself.
After pausing for a moment, he said, "Ah, I almost forgot, you want to find a goblin blacksmith, right? But Harry, you should know that goblins are greedy creatures."
Seeing that he only mentioned greed and not the lack of options, Harry understood immediately and took out a bag of Galleons from his robes to offer it to him.
"Without your help, Professor, I would have wasted my efforts. I hope you will accept this small gift. Once the weapon is forged, I will present you with a more generous gift."
Although Flitwick had goblin blood, he wasn't greedy. He shook his head and said, "Put it away, Harry. Helping young wizards solve their problems is what we professors should do."
Harry, however, did not stop. "It is only natural and proper for students to respect their teachers."
Seeing that he insisted on giving it to him, Flitwick had no choice but to accept it. As Harry turned to leave, he waved his wand, and the money bag flew back to its rightful owner.
After arranging a date with Flitwick, Harry rushed to the Transfiguration classroom. The classroom was already full of students, but Professor McGonagall was nowhere to be seen; only a grey cat stood on the floor.
Harry found a seat and sat down next to Ron, saying, "Where's Professor McGonagall?"
Ron stammered, but dared not speak, only glancing at the cat.
The cat, tail held high and neck stretched, strolled over to Harry and began circling around.
Annoyed by its circling, Harry kicked it in the rear, yelling, "Hey! Where did this stray cat come from, daring to stroke my fur!"
The kick came suddenly and swiftly, like a gust of wind. The cat's fur bristled, and it leaped away, claws outstretched, back arched, its vertical pupils staring straight ahead.
"ha!"
The students were stunned and speechless for a long time.
Ron was terrified and winked at her, "No! Harry, apologize to her, that's—"
Before he could finish speaking, Harry kicked him again, "Still dare to breathe on me? Take another kick from me!"
The kick only went halfway, and the cat leaped up and transformed into a human form, taking the shape of Professor McGonagall.
McGonagall shouted angrily, "Mr. Potter!"
Since entering the wizarding world, Harry has seen many strange creatures and is now used to them.
Upon seeing the cat transform into a human, he quickly stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Professor, please forgive me. I thought it was just a stray cat from somewhere, but I never imagined it was your true form. I hope you will forgive me."
McGonagall was about to reprimand them, but these words puzzled her, and she asked, "What true form?"
Harry blinked. "Professor, you're not that cat that came to life and took human form?"
These words caused Ron to close his eyes, Hermione to turn her head away, and none of the students dared to look.
McGonagall's nostrils flared, her dough twitched, and she roared, "This is a transfiguration spell called Animagus! Only seven people in the entire wizarding world can do it!"
"I am a wizard!"
Harry was shocked. What an Animagus! He had transformed from a human into a demon!
Hearing that there are only seven people in the magical world who can transform, he felt even more respectful.
He bowed and said, "I am an ignorant student, please forgive me, Professor."
Professor McGonagall ignored her words, but a hint of worry appeared in her eyes. "Mr. Potter, why would you choose to harm a cat that poses no danger?"
As the saying goes, it's easy to pass on skills, but difficult to cultivate a righteous heart. McGonagall sees Harry's violent nature and cruel heart; how can she not worry? She fears that once he graduates, he will become a scourge to the world.
Harry looked around and said, "This is easy to say, but it must be known only to the professor."
McGonagall hesitated for a moment, but ultimately gave him some face, leaning down and whispering in his ear, "Now you can speak, Mr. Potter."
"Professor, you are wise. I know how to use my feet. I only aim for the cat's buttocks. It will only hurt a little, but it won't hurt you."
McGonagall remained silent, but the veins on her hands bulged.
She stood up and said, "Mr. Potter! Three minutes and eighteen seconds late, Gryffindor, two points deducted!"
After saying that, he returned to the podium, and Hermione was so anxious that she stomped her feet repeatedly.
The lesson taught how to turn a matchstick into a silver needle. Harry listened attentively, but he only managed to conjure a needle tip; his body remained wooden.
McGonagall nodded. "Not bad, Mr. Potter, only slightly inferior to Miss Granger."
She was about to add another point to Harry's reward when she heard him say, "This is enough. If you poison the tip of this needle, you can take a life in the blink of an eye."
These words infuriated McGonagall, who was furious and immediately lost another point, being convicted of inappropriate thoughts.
For days, Harry had only been losing points and hadn't been adding any, which had driven Hermione to despair and made her talk herself hoarse.
"Harry! Why can't you just listen to the lesson properly!" Hermione complained during breakfast. "It's Professor Snape's class today, and he's especially targeting Gryffindor, particularly you!"
"Can't you just listen to the lesson properly for one hour?"
Hermione had been nagging incessantly these past few days, like a monkey chanting sutras. Harry felt overwhelmed and annoyed, and repeatedly clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, saying, "Big sister, please stop chanting. I'll do as you say."
Hermione smiled through her frown, "Then it's a deal, this is what you promised me."
Just then, a hundred or so owls burst in, and the white owl that Hagrid had given him was heading straight for Harry.
Because the owl was female and entirely white, Harry named it Snow White.
Snow White found her master, pecked Harry's ear, and then begged for some toast.
Harry opened the letter he had brought, and Hermione and Ron both crowded around to look at it. They saw that the handwriting was messy and it said that Harry was invited to tea.
Harry said, "Since Hagrid invited me, I will definitely go."
He wrote back, set a time, said he would bring two friends, and handed the letter to Bai Xuegu, instructing her to fly away.
A moment later, the group headed toward the Potions classroom, where Snape, with his slicked-back hair, had been waiting for them.
Thinking about the future, Mischievous Ghost also composed and sang a poem:
Harry lost a lot of points in class, and today he picked up the black cauldron.
Professor Snape, with his slick hair, used every trick in the book to win points.