Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

The news of Rollo's mysterious disappearance spread quickly among the young wizards. Many people knew this talented person who did not need to take astronomy classes, defense against the dark arts, or history of magic classes.

But he actually dared to defeat Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration, which was completely unexpected.

As the second most unprovoked professor on the list, Professor McGonagall is not inferior to Snape to some extent.

Every little wizard respects her. Even the little lion of Gryffindor dare not stab in front of Professor McGonagall. Snape will prefer Slytherin, but Professor McGonagall treats everyone equally. Even Gryffindor will be stricter.

Dare to skip her class... Many young wizards who are dissatisfied with Rollo are already snickering and enjoying themselves at this moment, waiting to see him being scolded by Professor McGonagall. If they can give Slytherin a deduction A hundred percent, then even better.

Throughout noon, the discussion at the table did not stop, and they did not find Rollo appearing in the auditorium, which made people's speculations become even more bizarre.

"Maybe Dumbledore drove him away, right? I've known for a long time that people like him won't stay in school for long. Look, it only took so long. Slytherin treated him so well." The curses all became one, and it’s not like you didn’t understand the shouting letter that day.”

At the Gryffindor table, Ron spouted his opinions to everyone who would listen. Since that dinner, he not only lost Harry's friendship, but also became the target of many people. The subject of much discussion behind his back.

Although Ron, who was labeled as jealous, was not targeted by anyone openly, there were far fewer people who were willing to play with him privately.

Perhaps in his mind, suppressing Rollo would prove that he was not the kind of person he said he was, but it was a pity that his words did not get the approval of many people.

"Maybe he just went to do other things, and Professor McGonagall didn't deduct points from him, right?"

Probably annoyed by the nagging, Hermione, who was sitting not far from Ron, closed the notes in her hand and interrupted Ron's rambling.

"What else could he do? This is a school. Unless you think he went to help Hagrid farm and then passed out from exhaustion in the vegetable garden, then that's possible, right?"

"Perhaps he sneaked into the Forbidden Forest and was eaten by something."

This somewhat exciting guess made Ron's lips slightly raise, "Anyway, he was planning on Hagrid from the beginning, so of course he deceived his trust and entered the forest..."

"Rollo is not like that! He and Hagrid are friends!"

Although Rollo did have a bit of a bad taste, and even took it upon himself to violate the rules of night travel, Rollo's sincere love for magical creatures would not be mistaken by Hermione, she believed it.

"Of course you would say that!" Ron shouted angrily to Hermione: "You like him, don't you? That's why you speak for him, right! You haven't even met Hagrid, why are you so sure? ?”

"Yes." Hermione smiled contemptuously: "Girls who like him line up from the gate of Hogwarts to the Quidditch pitch. Eight out of ten conversations at night in the girls' dormitory are about him."

"But no one likes you, right?" Hermione's sharp response made Ron blush, "You only point fingers at others behind their backs."

Ron's face was flushed and he clenched his fists. The oil stains from the dual-handed chicken legs popped out from the cracks of his fists, causing the little wizard beside him to move his butt quickly. His performance made him even more angry.

"You are far from Fred and George, Ron. I misjudged you."

At the moment when the atmosphere was deadlocked, Harry, who had been silent at first, said this coldly. He had already joined the team and started training, and his relationship with his twin brothers had also become very good. They were very interesting. He is a very familiar person and can get along well with anyone.

But at the same time, he also discovered that compared with the excellent Percy and the witty and interesting twins, the gap between Ron and them was not even 01:30 points.

Ron, who has been encouraging himself to copy other people's homework since the first week of school, is really incomparable to his brothers.

Ron, whose face turned blue and white after being choked by these words, turned his head bitterly and muttered to himself: "Yes, yes, they are all better than me."

Ron, who was a little transparent at home and not very popular, met Harry after school started. He thought that after having such a powerful friend, he could stand out. However, all of this was interrupted by Rollo and that man. Damn Malfoy for ruining it.

But he never thought that after that incident, Harry still didn't give up hope of restoring harmony with him. It was him who coldly rejected Harry and didn't choose to explain his behavior, but waited for someone. The person above asked for his forgiveness.

Ron never felt that he had done anything wrong. He was the righteous party. Those people had ulterior motives and he was not at fault.

The Transfiguration class in the morning was for Slytherin and Hufflepuff, while the Transfiguration class in the afternoon was for Slytherin and Gryffindor. The little wizards still came to the classroom early.

A few minutes before class started, there was still no sign of Rollo in the classroom. Harry and Hermione went to ask Draco, but the only answer they received was.

"Rolo didn't seem to come back last night. He often comes back very late, but I didn't expect him to disappear all morning."

Draco was also a little confused. This situation had never happened before.

Their chat was listened to, and the buzzing discussion in the classroom gradually started to sound. Ron's previous speculation seemed to be fermenting again.

Not long after, Professor McGonagall arrived in the classroom and all the chatter disappeared instantly. Her eyes swept across the students, but her expression remained unchanged and she was ready to start class.

"Today we are going to study the second section of the morphological changes of matter, about the key points of the changes between biological materials, rocks, and metals. Turn the book to page No. 20..."

Professor McGonagall's voice paused. He looked at the raised hand with some doubts, nodded and said, "Mr. Weasley, do you have any doubts?"

"Professor McGonagall!" Ron stood up impatiently. He glanced at Hermione triumphantly, and then asked the question that many people wanted to ask: "Where is Rollo? Is he missing or shot? Except? Not all morning..."

"It's class time here, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall said calmly, interrupting Ron's question, "These things are not a matter of taking up class time. If you have no other questions about this class, then please sit down. Down."

Obviously, Professor McGonagall's behavior is not something Ron can deal with. If it were Quirrell, the little wizards would still dare to ask questions, but the person in front of them is Professor McGonagall, and the little wizards don't want to die.

"But that's not fair, right!" Ron desperately tried to find a non-existent ally, "You didn't even deduct his points, but he missed school twice!"

"If you haven't understood me yet, let me say it again, sit down, Mr. Weasley, it's class time now, don't say anything unrelated to the class. If you continue to insist, then I will deduct your points. ”

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips with warning in her words, which was a sign of her anger. Ron also gave up completely at this moment, and he couldn't get the answer he wanted.

Just when Professor McGonagall was about to start over, the window glass of the classroom was knocked, and a cute little owl landed on the window edge, holding a piece of paper in its mouth, as if it was here to deliver a message.

Professor McGonagall, who opened the window and took the note, frowned slightly, but still signed the note on the back and gave it to the little messenger.

"Okay, I think we've wasted enough time."

Professor McGonagall, who returned to the podium, knocked on the blackboard, and a dense and numb handwriting appeared.

"What I'm going to talk about next are all the key points that must be taken at the end of the semester. Please take notes."

The rustle of quills across parchment rose and fell with Professor McGonagall's voice, and a Transfiguration lesson that required full concentration began.

The little owl flying lightly in the sky also arrived above the Forbidden Forest smoothly, and then an eagle quickly penetrated into the gap in the forest and landed lightly.

(Oh my god, once you start to owe debts, it’s hard to pay them back. It’s really a headache)