Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment. Albert's question was unexpected to her, but it was reasonable. With Albert's level of transfiguration, practicing Animagus was more than enough.

However, Animagus not only requires superb transformation skills, but also requires a certain level of magic power. Generally speaking, the magic power reserves of less than an adult wizard are not enough.

"You want to practice animagus? It's good to want to learn a little more.

But Albert, I must remind you that your current age is not suitable for practicing this spell. You will have a lot of time in the future, so you can put this aside for the time being..."

Professor McGonagall said it very tactfully. She didn't want to hurt the students' ambition, but it also left a loophole for Albert to exploit.

"Of course, Professor, I know that my current magic reserve is not enough, so I just want to learn about it, not practice!"

Given Professor McGonagall's serious character, I'm afraid if she knew that he wanted to practice Animagus, she would definitely obstruct him. Even if he succeeded, she would also ask him to report to the Ministry of Magic.

How can this be done? What Animagus wants is to be surprised. If everyone else knows about it, then what's the point of practicing?

Professor McGonagall looked at Albert's firm and honest eyes and recalled the first time she met Albert. He won the Academy Cup for Gryffindor and was talented in transfiguration. Dumbledore reminded her to take more care of him. Albert...

"Well, after the club ends today, you come to my office and I will explain the Animagus to you, but you have to promise me not to practice in private!"

Albert nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. With the help of Occlumency, Professor McGonagall could not see any sign that Albert was lying.

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【Ding!Nymphadora Tonks’ negative emotion +10! 】

【Ding!Delisi’s negative emotions +10! 】

【Ding!Kingsley Shacklebolt's negative emotion +10! 】

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[Because the host has received the resentment of all Aurors, congratulations to the host for obtaining the title "Auror Nemesis". Auror damage to the host is reduced by 20%]

Albert:? ?

What's going on, people are attending Hogwarts and negative emotions are coming from the Ministry of Magic? !

Although I don’t know what’s going on, it’s not a bad thing.

The dignified Albert Klein was upright, upright and not afraid of the shadows. He had never done anything illegal in front of others. What could he do to a mere Auror?

As long as his shielding of Traces is not discovered, as long as he practices the Unforgivable Curse without being seen, as long as no one knows that he wants to be an illegal Animagus...

What can a little Auror from the Ministry of Magic do to him?

After a long period of silence, the Transfiguration Club meeting ended, and everyone except Albert breathed a sigh of relief.

They looked at Albert with particularly complicated eyes, full of admiration and resentment.

They admired a second-year student for writing such a high-level paper.

But asking them to insist on understanding this explanation is even more uncomfortable than taking potions class.

Albert followed Professor McGonagall to her office and took the notebook from Professor McGonagall.

This is McGonagall's practice notes on Animagus in his youth, a booklet on the ant system.

Although Animagus has reached the lv4 realm, for Albert, who lacks practical experience, this notebook is extremely precious.

"Take it back and read it first. If you don't understand anything, feel free to ask me." Professor McGonagall instructed.

Albert nodded to express his understanding. "Don't worry, Professor, I won't practice secretly."

When Albert finished his lunch and returned to the dormitory to take a nap, dozens of owls flew outside the window.

Each one carries a small cloth bag, which is bulging, and I don't know what it contains.

The owls stopped on Albert's table, put down the cloth bags, and made a "dinging" sound of gold coins on the table.

One by one, the birds opened their beaks, waiting for Albert to feed them.

"Haha, I haven't eaten yet, why should you?"

Since Albert entered the lounge, Sander flew out of the suitcase and was shocked to see so many fat Scottish round-faced chickens.

It flapped its wings, pretending to fight.

"Don't worry, they won't leave if I don't feed them food. Watch me comfort them."

Albert took out the bag of Bibi's multi-flavor beans from the drawer. This was a gift from Ron for Christmas last semester. He had not eaten it and kept it for now.

"Veravito."

Dozens of braised beans turned into raw meat pellets and flew out of the bag, one for each round-faced chicken.

After seeing them fly away with satisfaction, Sander was filled with shock, "You are nakedly exploiting these beans. These multi-flavor beans are about to expire. They may have diarrhea because of this."

Albert opened the small bags one by one, and they were filled with gold galleons, no more, no less, 15 in each bag. Those Slytherin students still had the spirit of contract and delivered the gold galleons on time.

"It's good to give them something to eat. Multi-flavor beans are magic food. They contain a certain amount of magic power. Long-term consumption can improve the physique of those round-faced chickens, and their physical strength will become better...

It would be nice if they didn't use air to turn them into meat particles. "

Albert Grandet Yan Jiansheng Klein said.