Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and everything in the Transfiguration Club classroom immediately returned to order.
“Do you know why I left you alone, Mr. Trollope?” She looked at Scott standing aside.
“Please rest assured, professor.” Scott assured, “I have never studied in depth anything outside the textbook so far.”
Professor McGonagall looked into his eyes, “But you are very interested in Mr. Weasley’s theory.”
“I am indeed very interested in the conjectures Mr. Weasley expounded in his paper.” Scott looked at Professor McGonagall without dodging his eyes, “But I will not study in depth in this area before I have thoroughly mastered the knowledge within the scope of the school curriculum.”
“That’s good, I believe you, Mr. Trollope.”
Professor McGonagall retracted her gaze first.
Having taught Scott for three years, she still knows this student’s usual learning goals very well. She knows that he attaches great importance to the basics.
“Let’s stop here today.”
Professor McGonagall turned around and walked out of the club classroom first.
Scott also walked out of the classroom and said good night to Professor McGonagall in the corridor.
“By the way.” Professor McGonagall stopped again as she turned around, “Mr. Trollope.”
“Professor?” Scott also stopped walking.
“Professor Flitwick has shown off to me more than once the birthday gift you gave him in advance. And if I remember correctly, his birthday is October 17th.”
Professor McGonagall suddenly blinked mischievously.
“But I want to remind you, Mr. Trollope, your Transfiguration professor’s birthday is more than ten days earlier than your Charms professor’s birthday.”
After saying this, she walked into her office without looking back. Only Scott, who was a little dumbfounded, was left standing alone in the corridor.
Alas, why do the professors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry like to compare so much? Obviously, they are all not young anymore.
Scott shook his head and turned to walk towards the stairs.
Since Professor McGonagall reminded him like this, it seems that he must prepare a gift with the same care to make sense. What’s more, forgetting Professor McGonagall’s birthday was originally his mistake.
But more importantly… He thought about it carefully. It was only five days away from Professor McGonagall’s birthday on October 4!
So, what should I give?
Scott thought as he walked.
If I still give Professor McGonagall a painting with the same theme, would it be too perfunctory?
After all, he also knew that Professor McGonagall had been taking good care of him for the past three years, and his teaching of Transfiguration had already exceeded the scope of the school professor’s duties.
In fact, in the eyes of Scott, who was a Chinese in his previous life, this was already the difference between a disciple and a student.
If Scott had just given the professors a gift at Christmas like in previous years, it would have been fine. But this time he was eager to show off, and found an excuse for a birthday gift to give the painting to Professor Flitwick. No wonder Professor McGonagall felt a little unbalanced.
As a student, being too popular with professors is also a kind of distress.
Scott thought narcissistically and walked down the stairs quickly.
Meow…
At this time, a cat’s cry came, and Scott’s face immediately became bad, and he couldn’t help but curl his lips.
As expected, Filch strode over from the corridor on the first floor with his ugly, skinny cat, Mrs. Norris.
The magic lamp in his hand illuminated the two identical bulging eyes of the man and the cat.
“It’s almost curfew, Trollope.” Filch smiled maliciously at Scott, revealing his ugly teeth. “You’d better run back to the Ravenclaw common room as soon as possible, or you will be in detention from tomorrow.”
Although Scott had never been caught by Filch in the past night walks, and had basically never dealt with him, he was not surprised by Filch’s malice at this moment.
Because he knew that this old Squib hated everyone who could learn magic from the bottom of his heart.
“Curfew is coming soon? But it’s not here yet, is it?” Scott gave Filch an obvious fake smile and quickened his pace to pass by him and Mrs. Norris.
Filch’s angry voice came from behind, “I will catch you if you don’t return to the Ravenclaw common room on time…”
“Oh, if you can do it.” Scott replied nonchalantly.
Although the curfew was indeed very close, he did not obey Filch’s words and ran. Because even if he really wandered at night, Filch could not catch him.
But at this time, he was still troubled by the preparation of birthday gifts and had no interest in wandering at night.
But when he walked out of the main building of the castle and passed by the courtyard, he stopped again.
“Come out.”
He said to the monster stone sculpture in the courtyard.
“Fred, George.”
Two identical figures immediately walked out from behind the stone sculpture, one on the left and one on the right.
“You are worthy of it!”
“Ravenclaw’s hound!”
“… When did I get such an ugly nickname?” Scott gritted his teeth and glared at them, “It must be you who just gave it to me!”
“Not us!”
Fred shouted in injustice.
“It came from Ravenclaw these days!”
George added.
“Why don’t I know?” Scott frowned.
He always felt that he was quite popular in Ravenclaw, and no one would maliciously give him such a nickname.
“We don’t know who gave you such a nickname.”
“Maybe you could check it out yourself.”
Fred and George spread their hands together and looked at him with innocent expressions.
“Or come on Eddie.”
“He must know, but he didn’t tell you!”
That’s right, Eddie.
Scott nodded in agreement. The boy must have known this nickname, but he didn’t remind him at all.
Scott decided to settle the score with him first when he went back.
“Goodbye then, you two.”
Scott waved his hand, turned and left.
“It’s a nice night and curfew is coming up.”
“Won’t you join us on a fun adventure?”
The twins ran after him inviting him.
“No, I hope you have fun.”
Scott rejected them without mercy.
“Then don’t blame us…”
“…I won’t help you write a letter to introduce you to Bill.”
The twins smiled and said that although they did not join the Transfiguration Club, they were obviously very well-informed.
Scott kept walking after hearing this, “It’s okay, Percy has promised to help me.”
“Percy?” Fred sighed exaggeratedly.
George said proudly: “Obviously, Bill still likes us more than Percy.”
Scott fell on deaf ears, now more interested in knowing who gave him the dog nickname.
But the twins kept chattering in his ears.
“And we’re not so sure Mom and Dad would be okay with Bill getting a boyfriend.”
“Maybe we can help you convince them.”
Scott felt that the veins on his forehead were beating actively, and he couldn’t bear it and took out the wand from his arms.
However, when he turned around, the twins immediately ran away laughing.
Scott took a deep breath.
Very good, this is very Yinggelan!
He walked towards Ravenclaw Tower in a hurry, suddenly wanting to find a girlfriend as soon as possible.
