Hermione's Animagus Form

As the downpour gradually subsided, Oren dragged his binoculars in one hand and covered his nose with the other as he returned to his dormitory.

Harry asked with concern, "Oren, why are you bleeding from your nose?"

I accidentally bumped into the door.

Ron rolled his eyes. "What could make your nose bleed? You must have bumped into the Gringotts door."

Oren...

The next day in the Great Hall.

Hermione took a bite of her steak, then looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, her eyes squinting with delight.

Harry exclaimed, "It's beef! At least we don't have to eat bullfrog today!"

Hermione: "Cough cough cough, it's nothing, I just choked accidentally."

Oren...

Ron put down his book in horror and said, "The first time Transfiguration Animagus, your clothes will melt into your skin. It won't hurt like being skinned alive, will it? Forget it, I'm not learning it."

Harry nodded and said, "Very likely. The cat Professor McGonagall transformed into had the same pattern on its fur as the pattern on its robes."

"There's a trick to it," Oren explained. "For the first Transfiguration, there are some methods to avoid the ordeal of being skinned alive."

Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly. "How did you know? These things aren't written in the books."

Oren quickly explained, "Hermione, you know me. I've always been good at deduction."

Two little ones...

"By the way, Hermione, these are your cufflinks, right? I found them in the Niffler's den this morning."

Hermione's suspicion deepened.

George chimed in, "Yeah, if you lose something Winky near the Forbidden Forest, you can always find it with the Niffler."

Harry asked curiously, "What are you two calculating? Are you settling accounts?"

Fred: "We opened a joke shop in Diagon Alley."

Ron exclaimed in surprise, "How did you do that! Did you create a clone or sneak out of Hogwarts?"

George rolled his eyes and said, "Can't we hire a clerk?"

"George, I think the location of Zonko's Joke Shop in Hogsmeade is also pretty good."

"You're right, Fred. Let's work hard to take his place."

Ron...

George: "Oren, the feedback we've received recently is that the Potions that turns Harry into Harley might be a little more effective?"

Oren asked, "How good of a result are you looking for?"

Fred: "It's the kind of transformation that's truly possible, though the duration doesn't have to be too long."

Oren nodded and said, "I'll look into it later."

It's not good to always use bone broth to fool Snape. It's a good opportunity to research that kind of Potions to fool him. Just say it's a byproduct of bone broth. In the end, it's not me who will suffer.

The three boys also ended their discussion.

Hermione said, "Then it's a deal! If you have any questions, feel free to ask!"

Harry raised his hand and asked, "Can I really teach other people spells?"

Hermione: "You can do it, next."

Ron whispered, "I want to know what your Animagus is?"

Hermione stood up. "Hmph~ I'll go invite the others. See you at Hogsmeade later."

Ron...

Oren whispered to the two little ones, "A big ginger cat, similar to Crookshanks, just with a less flat face."

Harry: "How did you know?"

"Harry, you're too young to understand. This is a detective's animalistic intuition, combined with clues and reasoning, that leads to the final conclusion."

Ron said skeptically, "It looks more like Prophecy to me."

Harry: "Or you saw it, I remember you went out with binoculars yesterday."

Oren...

At the castle gate, Ron eagerly jumped to Hermione's side and said, "I already know! You can turn into a ginger cat like Crookshanks!"

Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly. "Ron, how did you know?"

Harry: "Oren saw everything! Stop pretending!"

"You saw everything?" Hermione awoke from the Hunt.

Oren, who has been reported by name: in danger!

Hermione: Deliberately throw a punch!

Oren's health -0

Hermione's health -10

On the way to Hogsmeade, Hermione blushed and kept rubbing her fists, her eyes piercing Oren like flying knives.

"Hermione, you know me. I was just curious about Animagus Transfiguration."

Harry chimed in, "Hermione, don't be angry. It's just that you know you can turn into a cat."

Ron: "If it hadn't been raining so heavily that day, Harry and I would have gone to check it out too."

Then, for no apparent reason, both of them were punched.

On the way, the three little ones chattered and decided to go to a bar. Then they ignored the Three Broomsticks and went to the dilapidated Hog's Head, which had a strange smell.

Oren complained, "This bar is really filthy."

Will, who had been waiting for the news, chimed in, "Yeah, those are the kinds of dark wizards who like to come to places like this."

Oren???

"Ahem," Will explained, "Working for the young master is a respectable job. I usually go to the Three Broomsticks."

Oren...

"The plot of those little wizards will probably be exposed soon. If only they were half as careful as you, Will, when you were a dark wizard stealing and cheating."

Will...

The bar owner, Old Deng, with his sour face, slammed two bottles of Butterbeer onto the table.

Oren curled his lip. "This Butterbeer bottle cap is rusty; I'd believe it if you said it was from the Shang or Zhou dynasty."

Will, who had been spoiled by Three Broomsticks, couldn't even bring himself to drink the Shang Zhou Butterbeer.

"That Umbridge guy has always wanted to get rid of Dumbledore. I reckon once they find out, Umbridge will make his move."

Oren instructed, "Remember to secretly control that pink toad. Once I become the headmaster, I will appoint you as the acting Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor."

Will nodded. "Don't worry, young master, I'll give Umbridge a really good Imperius Curse."

"And no one knows Defense Against the Dark Arts better than us dark wizards."

Oren...

"I think I heard someone calling me, Will, did you hear that?"

"Yes, Miss Granger told those young wizards that the entire bill is on you, young master."

Oren...

On the way back to the castle, Harry said incredulously, "I thought there would only be three or four people, but there are twenty-five! How am I supposed to teach them?!"

Oren added, "Congratulations, Harry, you now have twenty-five men under your command. Perhaps when Hermione becomes Minister for Magic, she'll appoint you as Governor of Wales."

Ron: "Why not seal it off in England?"

"Because the England governor booked it for me."

The three little ones...

Oren praised, "Hermione is indeed amazing; she managed to get those young wizards on board with just a few words. She's definitely good material for Minister for Magic."

Ron raised his hand. "What about me? Oren, can I be Minister for Magic?"

"You really dare to dream! Percy only dared to dream of becoming a Ministry of Magic official after he became student council president."

"If you become the student council president, do you want to become the president of the International Confederation of Wizards? Even promotions don't go this fast."

Ron asked curiously, "What's a promotion? Will you help me get promoted?"

Oren straightened his sleeves. "Seriously, I've never seen such a request in my entire life."

A moment later, Ron clutched his neck with a resentful look in his eyes, while Oren innocently shrugged.

Harry...

Hermione...