[HP] This deer is not a deer

"Actually, I don't really know what happened, and then I turned into a deer, that time a week ago, that's all..." Harry explained everything as clearly as possible.

"The latest thing?" Dumbledore pondered, "No one will suddenly become an animal except a born Animagus. No one will suddenly become an Animagus unless someone casts a curse on it." , Harry, think about it carefully."

"Nobody ever put a jinx on me," said Harry hesitantly. "I just remember passing out on the Hogwarts Express, but that was because of the Soulcruncher."

"Do you feel particularly uncomfortable anywhere?" Dumbledore asked.

"Uncomfortable? I didn't feel well the first time I changed. I thought it was just a cold..." Harry thought for a while before pausing. , I'm not sure."

Dumbledore nodded and stood up from the chair, "Is the calf? Let me check."

"I'm not sure." Harry said hesitantly, he bent down and rolled up the trousers on his calf, trying to figure out which leg it should be, he lifted the left leg first, "...I don't remember clearly Where is it?"

"Don't worry," Dumbledore looked carefully at Harry's calf against the light. He squatted down and took a closer look. His wand lightly touched Harry's calf. Dumbledore's lips slightly touched Harry's calf. Wriggling, as if reciting a spell.

Resisting the urge to ask questions, Harry sat quietly.

After a while, Dumbledore reached out and pressed his hand carefully on his leg, then stopped and said, "What bit this little scar?"

When he looked down, it was a small scar, not inconspicuous.

"Bite?" Harry was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered, "Ah, by the way, I was bitten by a cat before school, near Knockback Alley..."

He hurriedly explained, "I didn't go in."

"Bite by a cat?"

"That cat was kind of weird... didn't look too good," said Harry hesitantly, "but I didn't really notice it at the time, but I stepped on it by accident, what's up?" ?Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore didn't speak, he was still thinking.

Harry asked uneasily, "Is there any problem? Actually, I don't feel particularly uncomfortable. It's just that when I turned into an animal, it gave me a shock..."

"The cat should have been cast with some other kind of magic," Dumbledore explained slowly, and he said comfortingly, "I think you may occasionally turn into an animal, like a werewolf, of course, A deer is not much of a threat, and I don't think it's much of a threat to you so far, but if you get caught it's a different story."

"so what should I do?"

Dumbledore pondered and said, "I need a little time to figure out how to undo the spell on you, yes, it should be some kind of spell, or a mixture of several spells..."

"Can you untie it?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Dumbledore nodded, "It may take a lot of time to break the spell. First of all, I must find out which spells are on you. Before that, I think you will continue to turn into animals every once in a while. I think , maybe you need a little extra help."

"Well," said Harry, shrugging, pretending to be indifferent, "maybe I can stay in the Room of Requirement until I transform back, but I don't know when I'll be transformed again."

"Did it only change twice?" Dumbledore asked attentively, "When was the last time?"

"It's also today, Friday," said Harry, and it occurred to him immediately, "Maybe it's a fixed time?"

"Maybe." Dumbledore agreed.

Harry asked hesitantly, "If not..."

"Then there is nothing we can do for the time being." Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, blinking his blue eyes to comfort Harry, "We can't predict after all, can we? Besides, being an animal is not a big deal at Hogwarts matter."

Harry was not too reluctant.

"Being an Animagus is actually pretty fun, Harry, don't worry too much, I promise."

Harry smiled, and something suddenly occurred to him, "Will you tell anyone? I mean, besides Ron and Hermione... who else would know about it?"

"I won't tell anyone if you don't want to, okay?" said Dumbledore patiently.

"Okay, I see, Professor Dumbledore." Harry nodded, he still had a lot of questions, and even remembered the big black dog he had seen before, and Snape appeared in the forbidden area. He hesitated to ask about the matter in the forest.

"Okay, Harry, it's time for you to go to the lounge." Dumbledore glanced at the clock, and it had been a long time since the curfew, and he didn't say anything more to Harry, he just asked him Leaving the principal's office.

Harry returned to the Gryffindor lounge. The lounge had become empty. When he walked into the dark dormitory, he heard Ron snoring lightly. Harry walked carefully to the bed without waking him up. No one but Hedwig in the cage spotted him, and Hedwig gracefully stretched her wings and gave Harry a look.

Harry stretched out his hand to gently stroke Hedwig, and said softly, "I'm late today, I'm sorry, I don't have lamb chops today, can I get some more tomorrow?"

Hedwig lightly pecked him reproachfully, as if to let him go.Harry threw himself on the bed and soon fell into a coma.

The next day, Harry was woken up by Ron. Harry checked his body first, and he didn't become weird anymore.Dumbledore was right, he didn't always change suddenly.He comforted himself in his heart, even so, he could still go and see what the hell Snape was doing, it was not useless to become a deer that no one could recognize.

Then, Harry looked up and saw Ron hesitate to speak. He looked like he wanted to ask him what happened yesterday. If Dean was not still in the dormitory, he bet Ron would have asked him immediately.

He and Ron walked out of the dormitory, explaining the whole story in a low voice, and then had to tell Hermione again, and kept comforting them, vowing to take Dumbledore as a guarantee until both of them believed and let go Come on.

Well, actually, he didn't quite believe it himself.

Perhaps, he still wants to keep a little secret.

Moreover, he didn't want to rely on the two of them for everything, which he felt he could afford.

Today is the morning of Halloween, Harry would have been very unhappy, but yesterday's accidental transformation made him push aside the sadness of not being able to go to Hogsmeade until Ron whispered in his ear As far as this incident was concerned, Harry could barely remember.As recently as yesterday, he had been obsessed with Hogsmeade Week.

"We'll bring you lots of sweets from Honeydukes," said Hermione.

"Well, actually I don't care that much anymore." Harry shrugged, he wanted to know more about Snape, well, he couldn't keep thinking about it.

It occurred to Harry that maybe being a deer wasn't so annoying.He could take the opportunity to secretly follow Snape... As expected, he still cared a lot about what Snape was doing.Harry thought and thought, and didn't tell Ron and Hermione about it. Maybe Ron would support him, but Hermione would definitely report him to Dumbledore.

Ron and Hermione went to Hogsmeade, he started to wander around with nothing to do, and after being scolded by Filch, he met Lupine again, and he was invited into the office for a chat.

Then, unexpectedly, he ran into Snape again, who had been looking for Lupine.

Harry stared at Snape walking in, and resisted the urge to raise his hand to touch his hair. He kept silently saying not to care about Snape, but this only had a gratifying and obvious counter-effect, and he really cared even more.

But Snape didn't even give him a look. Harry glared at him. Snape had come to deliver Lupine's medicine.

Although he looked terribly annoying to Lupine.

Snape the Old Bat was completely focused on Lupine, which was fine, and Harry didn't want any attention at all.It was definitely not a lucky thing to be noticed by Snape, but why on earth did he send Lupine the potion?Harry was curious, but had no idea what was going on.

Until Harry left there, he still couldn't get rid of these thoughts. In the evening, he talked about it with Ron and Hermione.For the banquet, hundreds of jack-o'-lanterns hung in the auditorium, along with a swarm of fluttering bats and many flame-breathing orange streamers that floated lazily below the ceiling like brilliant water snakes.

Harry, on the other hand, kept peeking at the teacher's bench.

Professor Lupine looked happy and normal as usual, talking briskly with the little Charms teacher, Professor Flitwick.

Harry looked down the table, pretending to brush Snape carelessly, then looking away erratically.

Perhaps that was his imagination, Snape's glance at Lupin was less normal than usual?

But this evening was still very pleasant. After the dinner, everyone started to go back to the lounge in twos and threes, but the corridor was full of people for some reason. Harry was puzzled, and he, Ron, and Hermione stopped.

"What's the matter?" Ginny, who had just arrived, also asked.

Suddenly, the crowd in front suddenly swarmed back like a tide.

In front of me——on the portrait of the Fat Lady, small pieces of canvas are scattered all over the ground, completely torn up, and a large piece of canvas fell on the ground, leaving the scene in a mess.

Peeves somersaulted through the air, grinning at Dumbledore from between his own legs, "He's got a bad temper, this Sirius Black."

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