Hogwarts Outsider Chapter 155: Big black dog
? There is no doubt that there is no change in the little stick.
This is also a matter of course.
Matthew didn't think he could master this skill in such a short period of time.
He raised his wand again, recalling what Professor Troka taught them in the first Transfiguration class more than a year ago——
Outline a template of a needle in your mind, and then try to imagine the process of turning a match into a needle; follow the will of the brain, let the consciousness coincide with reality... This is "Severus Snape" What the professor calls his "personal reality"!
"Arcus!" he yelled again.
Still nothing appears.
Others are also practicing... But in fact, except for Matthew, the others are obviously a little perfunctory.
"Evans!" Professor "Severus Snape" frowned suddenly, and he shouted angrily.
Harry Evans had a little errand just now, and then he was yelled at by Professor "Snape", and seemed to wake up...
"Teach...professor..." he stammered.
"If you are unwilling to study hard, you might as well get out of here!" Professor "Snape" reprimanded with some disgust.
Evans bowed his head and remained silent.
In fact, this is not fair, and Matthew began to feel sorry for Harry... He was not the only one who deserted. The game between the De Habys and the Tuthill Tornadoes...
However, Professor "Snape" seemed very angry about this, and he reprimanded Evans for about five minutes.
Although the voice is not harsh, nor harsh; but it is obviously a bit offensive.
"Arcus!" Matthew pouted while raising his wand again.
Still no response.
……
But they didn't get to practice here for long.
Because Professor "Snape" took them to set off again soon, Malfoy and Nott also had to stop discussing about Quidditch.
They advanced into the depths of the Forbidden Forest for about five minutes, and finally, they stopped by a small stream.
The stream is gurgling, the water is very clear, and the pebbles at the bottom of the water are clearly visible.
Professor "Snape" bent down and picked up a transparent pebble from the shore.
This is also their next goal——
They began to try to transform these pebbles of various shapes into standard-sized tennis balls.
To be honest... this seems to be more difficult than turning a stick into a needle!
The possibility of success seems to be getting slimmer.
Professor "Snape" patiently taught them some details about transformation...
While listening carefully, Matthew felt a little weird.
Maybe I'm a bit overwhelmed...
But he always felt that if it was just these contents, there was absolutely no need for Professor "Snape" to bring them to the Forbidden Forest!
It's just some withered branches and smooth pebbles, there's no need to be so troublesome! Just let the house elves come here to pick up some, and then you can teach in the castle.
This trip to the Forbidden Forest, no matter how you look at it, is a bit "superfluous".
Suppressing the confusion in his heart, Matthew tried his best to concentrate on listening to some details about the transformation from Professor "Snape".
……
Time flies, or so Matthew thinks.
Of course, for several of his companions, they may feel that this time has passed very long...
Before you know it, it's almost noon.
After Professor "Snape" called them loudly, Matthew reluctantly looked away from those cobblestones.
Malfoy and the others obviously got a little impatient with the wait. In their opinion, although the practice after class this time was not so tiring, it was too boring to face dead branches or pebbles all morning like this.
It's just that Harry Evans is not as "lucky" as Malfoy and the others. He was scolded several times in one morning... When the usually gentle and gentle Professor "Snape" faced him, His temper suddenly became a little irritable.
It seems that the rumors are true, and Professor "Snape" is indeed very harsh on Harry Evans.
At this time, Professor "Snape" called them, obviously not to announce the end of this practice.
Invite them to lunch instead.
Seven people sat on the floor, and Professor "Snape" tapped his suitcase lightly with his wand.
A huge tablecloth appeared in front of them.
Then, on the tablecloth, some food appeared one after another.
Almost all dry food... including a bag of cold quail, several boxes of biscuits, a pack of dried beef, and several bottles of pumpkin juice...
Seeing that Professor "Snape" was so well prepared, he was really ready to lead the students to stay in the Forbidden Forest for a whole day.
But this is not a big lunch, especially for a "pampered" student like Draco Malfoy. He began to nibble on the cold quail with a sad face, and at the same time looked sad.
"Maybe I should prepare some warm food." Seeing that the students seemed a little dissatisfied with his lunch, Professor "Snape" said softly, "Wait here for a while, I'll go to Professor Kettleburn's hut and get some hot food from him..."
"But ~Professor IndoMTL.com~," Matthew couldn't help but frowned, and put down the dried beef in his hand, "This is in the Forbidden Forest!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Wakefield," said Professor "Snape", standing up, "This is just the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and I won't be away for long..."
After finishing speaking, he turned and walked towards Professor Kettleburn's cabin.
……
There is nothing wrong with what Professor "Snape" said.
This place was indeed only the edge of the Forbidden Forest. They stayed around here all morning, but they didn't encounter any weird or threatening magical creatures.
But Matthew frowned, and he suddenly had a very bad feeling...
Others may not feel this way... Crabbe and Goyle were gnawing on cold quail over there, while Evans was eating biscuits with his head down.
"My God, what is that..." Theodore Nott suddenly let out a strange cry.
He was very embarrassed, and he shrank his body back as much as possible, his face was full of fear.
At the same time, Matthew heard the sound of giant claws touching the ground lightly, and something was heading towards them.
He hurriedly looked in the direction of Nott's line of sight——
A creature as light as a shadow!
is a large black dog with gray eyes.
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