DNF Meets Harry Potter

Professor McGonagall stood at the door of the Transfiguration classroom with a serious face. Outside the classroom, small stools were neatly arranged.

Unlike the Potions exam formulated by Professor Snape, the exam is divided into two steps: written exam and practice. Transfiguration class only has practice, and it is obvious that Professor McGonagall pays more attention to the specific spell-casting skills of the students.

This final exam is also not difficult for Karl. Professor McGonagall's request was only for the little wizards to turn a mouse into a snuff bottle.

Her scoring requirements are also very simple, as long as the transformation is successful, it is considered a pass. In addition, the more exquisite the snuff bottle is, the higher the score will be. If there are still mouse beards and hairs left in front, the points will be deducted accordingly.

Although this level of transfiguration is easy for Karl, it is still extremely difficult for other little wizards. The foundation of the Transfiguration course is based on the in-depth analysis of many things. They often cannot understand the true meaning of matter at this age, so Transfiguration has always been regarded as the most difficult subject at Hogwarts.

Carl was bored watching one after another little wizard being called into the classroom by Professor McGonagall full of apprehension, and then walked out with a dejected face, wondering why it was not his turn yet.

When he was idle and bored, he counted carefully, and found that out of every ten young wizards, almost two or three wanted to cry after the exam.

Looking at their sad little faces, Karl couldn't help but sympathize with them. It's too miserable. If there is no accident after returning home, there should be a mixed doubles meal...

Hermione looked at the frustrated classmates, clutching their skirts tightly, and couldn't help being a little nervous.

"Don't panic, Hermione. As I said before, your level is much higher than that of freshmen. Professor McGonagall will definitely give you an O evaluation."

Looking at Hermione who was a little nervous, Carl smiled and looked at her to cheer her up.

The little witch was also infected by Karl's positive and optimistic attitude, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

"Hermione Granger!"

Professor McGonagall quickly called Hermione's name. She stood up from the small round stool and walked into the classroom confidently.

The examination time for the Transfiguration class was fifteen minutes long. Usually most little wizards will stay in there for a full time and then come out with a look of apprehension.

But Hermione was different, she was very fast, and she finished the exam in less than five minutes.

Carl can tell from her exposed dimples and the slightly raised corners of her mouth that her transformation should be smooth, and Professor McGonagall must have given her an O that she has been thinking about.

"Thank you for your encouragement, Carl. Professor McGonagall gave me an O."

The little witch blushed a little, and she was grateful for Carl's encouragement.

"It's okay, it has nothing to do with me. It's all about your own efforts."

Carl smiled back at her.

"Next, Karl Harris!"

He waited for a long time, and even Harry Ron and the others had already finished their exams early, and there were only a few people left in the audience. Finally, Professor McGonagall finally called his name.

Hearing Professor McGonagall calling his name, Carl stood up happily, thinking that he didn't have to wait tediously anymore.

Walking into the classroom, Professor McGonagall had already removed all the tables, chairs and benches in the Transfiguration classroom.

Only two long tables were left alone in the middle of the classroom. One looked a little empty with a mouse sitting still on it, while the other was filled with all kinds of snuff bottles. Some are so exquisite, and some even have their tails wagging on them. Obviously, those are the answer sheets that the little wizards handed in for this school year.

Professor McGonagall will record these in the Hogwarts Archives.

"Professor McGonagall, can I start the exam?"

Carl pulled out his wand from his waist and said politely to Professor McGonagall.

"Of course! And I think this simple quiz is not difficult for Mr. Harris at all. You don't have to be limited to snuff bottles, and you can show your transfiguration to your heart's content." Professor McGonagall was very satisfied with Carl's attitude, serious A smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

In her eyes, Karl is a little wizard who makes her feel very conflicted. She is clearly ranked first in every subject, even her Gryffindor Miss Know-It-All can't beat her.

In her opinion, this kind of students should be very worry-free, and they won't make any troubles to annoy their professors. But Karl is different, he just likes to make troubles, and wherever there are big things happening, he must be there. Both Professor Snape and Quirrell had been pissed at him several times this school year.

And Karl didn't know Professor McGonagall's complicated inner activities, and he didn't want to imagine Professor McGonagall showing too many transfiguration techniques beyond his peers at the moment. He just wanted to quickly change into an exquisite snuff bottle and get the last O. Then recharge your energy and wait for the big move of Quirrell Voldemort, the ugly duo, to see if you can give yourself some more benefits.

"Professor McGonagall, let me turn into a snuff bottle..."

Carl smiled shyly, raised his wand, and waved at the mouse on the table without even saying a spell.

The walnut wand emitted a soft purple light, and the mouse in front of him disappeared instantly, replaced by a snuff bottle that looked very good.

The whole body of the pot presents a mysterious and noble purple, with exquisite fire and cloud patterns outlined on it, without any trace of the mouse's character.

"A perfect transformation! I think an O is necessary!"

Professor McGonagall picked up the snuff bottle on the table, checked it out, his eyes showed satisfaction, and then took out a roll of parchment and wrote a big O on it.

"Thank you Professor McGonagall, goodbye!"

The corner of Carl's mouth raised slightly, and he walked out after thanking Professor McGonagall.

After a day of exams, it was getting late and it was dinner time. Carl zipped towards the Hogwarts Great Hall to prepare for dinner.

Carl looked at the guest seat above from the corner of his eye. Today's dinner was different from the previous ones. There were several professors missing from the guest-of-honor table.

Dumbledore, Snape, and Quirrell were not in their original positions.

Carl's heart tightened, it was none of his business where Snape went. But the disappearance of Quirrell and Dumbledore is different.

"Has the game started yet? Very good, everything is under control!"

Carl lowered his head and muttered to himself, then moved quickly. He was going to send Quirrell to see Merlin tonight, and of course he had to eat a little to have enough strength.

After dinner, he went to the library to read a book. He understood that according to Harry Ron's temperament, he would definitely come to him for help.

But it was like running into Quirrell in the kitchen. This time, he was only half right.

Hermione and Ron ran to the library, panting, and opened their mouths with a critical blow.

"No, Carl! Harry was captured by Snape!"

Carl: "???"