The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

Waving with their backs to the two, the two brothers looked out of tune, but they were quite reliable when something happened.

Arriving on the second floor, Hermione was moving slowly in the corridor.

For a whole school year, Aini taught the Transfiguration of the little wizards in the first grade, so Hermione and Professor McGonagall didn't have much interaction. I don't know if they will be called "Little Mag" by the students in the future.

Hearing the hurried footsteps behind her, the little witch's shoulders shook suddenly, she turned her head away as if frightened, and was obviously relieved when she found out that it was Harry.

"Professor McGonagall returned to the office after dinner. I thought I'd run into you on the way." Hermione looked nervous, and following Professor McGonagall always made her feel like she had a ghost in her heart.

"I went to the fourth floor to have a look. Lu Wei is quite energetic, and the Philosopher's Stone should still be there." Harry ran to the fourth floor for some reason, as if he had a feeling that he would meet Ernie there.

"Oh, my God, you opened the door? You're so brave." Thinking of that time when she broke into the territory of the three-headed dog, Hermione was still a little scared now.

"Actually, it's nothing. I just took a look outside the door. By the time Lu Wei realized it, I had already closed the door." Harry didn't know why, but he was extra bold today.

"That's amazing, I don't dare to do it." Hermione patted her chest, as if she was the one who did it, and then asked, "Are we going to find Professor McGonagall?"

"Of course, I can't think of any other way now. If you don't do anything, the Philosopher's Stone won't be there when you wake up tomorrow." To be honest, Harry is also a little afraid of Professor McGonagall, just like Snape, no matter how naughty Most students will be honest when they are around her.

"Okay, let's go together. Professor McGonagall didn't come out after entering the office." Hermione said and led Harry to the Transfiguration director's office.

Coming outside Professor McGonagall's office, Hermione knocked on the door politely, and a moment later a neatly dressed witch with a serious face appeared in front of them.

"Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, what can I do for you?" Professor McGonagall was a little puzzled, she couldn't figure out why the two of them appeared here.

"Professor McGonagall, can you take us to see Principal Dumbledore? We have something very important to tell him."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry and Hermione carefully, feeling a little disapproving.Some children will regard such trivial things as extremely important, but in fact, who cares except themselves?

Hopefully they weren't two of them, but even if it was something important, she couldn't bring them to Dumbledore.

Thinking of the bad principal who escaped in the morning, McGonagall felt a little angry, and the letters from those parents gave her a headache.

Dumbledore was fine, he left without patting his ass.

Just saying this once won't annoy her so much, and most importantly, it's not the first time Dumbledore has done this.

Whether it's the Ministry of Magic wrangling, or dealing with those difficult school councils, when troublesome things arise, the first person who is proficient in getting out of the way is always the most well-known and unqualified headmaster who should and is most qualified to deal with these things.

Professor McGonagall hated dealing with the hassle, fearing that too much was prematurely aging him.

As for what age group she was born in 1935...

Heck, the division of age for wizards is different from Muggles, okay?

In short, our cat queen will not admit that she has stepped into the ranks of the elderly.

Absolutely not!

Never!

"Cough." Suddenly remembering that there were still two students standing in front of him, the professor coughed in embarrassment, "Sorry, Principal Dumbledore went out early in the morning, and I can't contact him now."

It was said that the ominous premonition in Harry's heart became stronger and stronger. Even Professor Dumbledore had left. This was really a good opportunity to steal the Philosopher's Stone. Snape, or someone else, would never let go of such a good opportunity.

Regardless of how Professor McGonagall would react, Harry just wanted to grab every straw that could keep the Philosopher's Stone.

After finishing his conjecture, looking at his dean's more stern face, Harry knew that his rhetoric didn't have the desired effect.

"Mr. Potter." McGonagall looked at the boy in front of her with some displeasure. She preferred children who obeyed the rules, although there were not many such people in her academy.

And being able to know the existence of the Sorcerer's Stone, it is obvious that he violated the prohibition issued by Dumbledore when he started school.

What's more, the statement just now is all his one-sided words, without any factual basis, it is completely the man's own imagination.

She was indeed a little angry after hearing that Harry had passed out under Snape's poisonous tongue, which was a bit too much for a child.

But McGonagall didn't think this was a reason to slander a professor. She knew that Dumbledore trusted Snape very much, and that the Potions professor had a deep relationship with Harry's mother.

Around the time of Lily's death, Snape looked like a walking corpse, and even in the first few years when Snape was the head of Slytherin, Professor McGonagall never saw a second look on his face. an emoticon.

She did not believe that Snape would steal the Philosopher's Stone, nor that he would plot to harm a young wizard at school.

"Mr. Potter, if you can't give up promoting inappropriate remarks, then it is very necessary to sober up in the closed room. Maybe a quiet space for thinking can remind you how to respect a person who imparts knowledge."

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall. I don't think Harry meant any malice. Thank you for your enlightenment. I will persuade him when I go back." Seeing that Harry was about to defend himself, Hermione quickly took up the topic, and after a few words, hurriedly said Fleeing.

"Hermione, what are you doing? Things are not what she imagined at all." Harry wanted to break free from Hermione's arm, but after the little witch became serious, it was difficult for him who was thinner than his peers to do so.

Miss Know-it-all was already 10 months older than him, and girls at this age develop faster than boys. Harry has two advantages of human males—strength and size—all of which are inferior to Hermione at this time. .

Hermione didn't stop until she ran to the stairs, leaning on the railing and panting. Although she kept exercising moderately under her father's persuasion, it was too strenuous to pull a person to run fast, especially if that person Does not cooperate.

Harry's condition was better, his panting was not as severe as Hermione's. It was unknown whether it was because of strenuous exercise, or because he was being dragged around by a little witch but couldn't break free. His little face was very red.

"Harry, if you continued to contradict Professor McGonagall just now, she will definitely lock you up tonight, and nothing can be done." After a while, the little witch leaned on the railing and explained to her friend.

"It's not contradicting, it's the truth."

Harry muttered something under his breath, but didn't continue to dwell on the question.

He knew Hermione was right, if she hadn't dragged him away, it would have ended much worse.