I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Lynn, who hadn't slept all night, was in good spirits the next day.

The improvement of his physique and magic points will strengthen him in all aspects. In his current state, unless he is in a tense state for three days and three nights, he will only be sleepless for one night and will not have any effect on him.

There are three classes today, Transfiguration in the morning, Charms class, and a Potions class in the afternoon.

Lynn didn't plan to go to a single class, but he didn't plan to skip classes. At least he couldn't escape from his dean's class. Otherwise, who knows how long the little Snape would scold him for this in the future.

If you don't skip class, then go to take a leave of absence.

Lynn turned his face pale with magic, then went to Snape's office, pretending to be lethargic.

"Professor, it rained and cooled down yesterday. I didn't cover the quilt properly at night. I felt like I caught a cold in the morning, so I want to take a day off to rest in the dormitory today," Lynn said weakly.

Snape seemed to be writing some potion information. He glanced up at Lynn and snorted coldly.

"Whatever you pretend to be, if you want to ask for a leave, just say it. Your little trick of pretending to be sick is not as realistic as the quick-acting candy invented by the two stupid Weasleys of Gryffindor."

Lin En smiled embarrassingly, and he almost forgot that this kind of plain feigning could not deceive any experienced teachers.

"Don't make trouble for me, or you know the consequences. I've approved your leave. Go out." Snape said without looking up.

This is the preferential treatment of good students, that is, Lynn comes here. If it is a Slytherin like Goyle or Crabbe, who dares to pretend to be sick and ask for leave, Snape will not punish him for a month of confinement. He will not be called Seaver Ruth Snape, change his name to Severus Potter.

The leave was approved. Instead of going back to the dormitory, Lynn went directly to the Room of Requirement, where he planned to practice the Animagus transformation all morning to see if he could achieve the transformation without a wand or spell. .

The result was not as difficult as he imagined. I don't know if it was because of his outstanding talent, or because the Animagus Transfiguration itself was just difficult to get started, and then it was easy.

When he transformed for the second time, he already felt that the effect of the spell was not great. The third time he tried not to recite the spell, but only waved his wand to transform and succeeded.

In just one morning, Lynn has reached his intended goal, and he can now perform his transformation directly without a wand or spell.

Just as he thought, in the Animagus Transfiguration, which didn't require a wand, the wand he hid in his sleeve turned into a feather on a crow.

Lynn came to the auditorium at lunchtime.

The atmosphere at the Ravenclaw long table looked rather strange.

The little eagles were all nervous, and even when they were eating, they became startled.

Lynn sat next to Cedric and Ian, put a piece of barbecue in his mouth, and asked casually.

"What happened to your school?"

Ian was not in the common room last night, but he probably heard what was going on when he woke up early.

"Our common room was haunted last night."

Not long after Cedric sat down, he stared at the fat monk who was chatting with the little wizard on the Hufflepuff long table.

"Isn't Hogwarts haunted every day?"

Ian shook his head.

"It's not the same. Although I don't know what the difference is, I heard from the prefect this morning that there were evil ghosts in the lounge, which was not the same as a normal ghost. Many people testified that they saw it with their own eyes yesterday."

He then relayed to Lynn and the others in detail what he had heard.

"They said that when no one answered the door knocker's question when they entered the door yesterday, the knocker opened the door by itself, and then after everyone outside entered the common room, the door did not close by itself. The female prefect went out with a first-year student. When checking to see if the knocker was broken, the door was locked out, and when it was almost curfew, the door was suddenly opened from the inside, but no one came out."

Cedric said hesitantly.

"Are you sure it's not Peeves that's kidding?"

"No, I heard that Peeves was at the door of Gryffindor's common room, teasing the little wizard who was locked outside."

"That's really weird."

Cedric sighed, and Ian nodded in agreement.

Only Lynn drank the pumpkin juice in the cup with a straw without changing his color.

Hehe, yes, these must be evil spirits, what does it have to do with his gentleman Lynn Bellock?

"By the way, I've asked for a leave of absence for the potions class in the afternoon. You need to find someone else to form a team to configure potions together."

Lynn's second-year potions class was held with Ravenclaw. Before, if he used potions in combination, he would always be in the same group with Ian.

Cedric and Ian looked surprised.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Lynn shook his head.

"It's nothing, just found something, go and confirm it."

As a friend, Lynn didn't want to lie to them, but this kind of thing really couldn't be told the truth.

Cedric and the others have long been used to Lynn's behavior, such as practicing the Improved Soul Charm, and they still don't know what Lynn is going to do.

After lunch, Lynn went straight out of the castle and went to the place where he completed the transformation of Animagus yesterday, where after turning into a crow, he flapped his wings and flew out of Hogwarts.

When he arrived in Hogsmeade, Lynn flew straight to a branch next to the Hog's Head Bar. According to the orientation in his memory, he identified a window, which was the room where the hunchbacked old man who traded with Quirrell lived.

At this time, the room was empty, and the old man was obviously not there.

Lynn flew to the ground and jumped around in front of the Hog's Head bar pretending to be looking for food.

Through the window of the bar he could barely see what was inside.

The reason why it was reluctant was because the glass was so dirty and gray that it seemed like it had never been cleaned.

Soon, he found the figure of the old man.

He was sitting alone at a table in the corner drinking.