Chapter 21 021. Professor McGonagall's Birthday Present
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 21 021. Professor McGonagall's Birthday Present
Professor McGonagall waved his wand, and everything in the Transfiguration Club classroom was immediately restored to order.
"You know why I left you alone, Mr. Trollope." She looked at Scott, who was standing by.
"Don't worry, Professor," Scott assured. "I've never studied anything other than textbooks so far."
Professor McGonagall looked him in the eye. "But you are interested in Mr. Weasley's theory."
"I am indeed very interested in the conjectures that Mr. Weasley stated in the paper." Scott met Professor McGonagall's eyes without dodging, "but until I fully grasp the knowledge within the scope of the school curriculum, I do not We won't be looking into this in depth."
"Well then, I trust you, Mr. Trollope."
Professor McGonagall looked away first.
Having taught Scott for three years, she still has a good understanding of the student's usual learning goals.Knowing that he himself places great importance on the basics.
"Let's be here today."
Professor McGonagall turned and walked out of the club room first.
Scott also walked out of the classroom and exchanged goodnight with Professor McGonagall in the hallway.
"That's right." Professor McGonagall stopped again as he turned around. "Mr. Trollope."
"Professor?" Scott also stopped to leave.
"Professor Flitwick has shown me more than once the birthday present you gave him in advance. And if I remember correctly, his birthday is October 10th."
Professor McGonagall suddenly blinked mischievously.
"But I want to remind you, Mr. Trollope, that your Transfiguration professor's birthday is more than ten days before your Charms professor's birthday."
After saying this, she walked into her office without looking back.Only Scott, who was a little dumbfounded, stood alone in the corridor.
Alas, why do professors at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry like to compare so much?Obviously all of them are quite young.
Scott shook his head, turned and walked towards the stairs.
Since Professor McGonagall reminded him like this, it seems that he must prepare a gift with the same heart to make sense.What's more, it was his mistake to forget Professor McGonagall's birthday.
But more importantly... He thought about it carefully, it was only five days before Professor McGonagall's birthday, October 10th!
So, what to give?
Scott thought as he walked.
Would it be too perfunctory to give Professor McGonagall a painting of the same theme?
After all, he also knew that Professor McGonagall had been taking good care of him for the past three years, and his teaching on Transfiguration had gone beyond the responsibilities of a school professor.
In fact, according to Scott, who was a Chinese in his previous life, this is already the difference between a disciple and a student.
It would be fine if Scott just gave the professors a present for Christmas, as usual.But this time he was eager to show off, and found a reason to give the painting to Professor Flitwick as a birthday present.No wonder Professor McGonagall is a little unbalanced.
As a student, being too popular with professors is also a pain.
Scott thought narcissistically, and hurried down the stairs.
Meow……
At this time, a cat meow came, and Scott's face immediately turned ugly, and he couldn't help but pouted.
Sure enough, Filch strode down the first-floor corridor with his scrawny, ugly cat, Mrs. Norris.
The magic lamp in his hand reflected the bulging eyes of two identical lightbulbs of a man and a cat.
"It's curfew time soon, Trollope." Filch smiled wickedly at Scott, showing his mouth full of ugly teeth, "You'd better get out of your way and run back and pull it back. Wenclaw Common Room, or you'll be locked up from tomorrow."
Although Scott had never been caught by Filch in the previous night tour, and had basically never dealt with him, he was not surprised by the malice shown by Filch at the moment.
Because he knew that this old Squib hated all those who could learn magic from the bottom of his heart.
"It's almost curfew time? But it's not there yet, isn't it?" Scott gave Filch a distinct smirk, quickening his pace to pass him and Mrs Norris.
Filch's angry voice came from behind, "I'll catch you if you don't get back to the Ravenclaw common room on time..."
"Oh, if you can do it," Scott replied nonchalantly.
Although the time for curfew was indeed very close, he did not follow Filch's words and ran.Because even if he did go out at night, Filch couldn't catch him.
But at this time, he was still troubled by the preparation of birthday gifts, and he was not interested in night tours.
But when he walked out of the main castle building and passed the atrium, he stopped again.
"Come out."
He said to the monster stone sculpture in the atrium.
"Fred, George."
Two identical figures immediately walked out from behind the stone carving, one left and one right.
"As expected of you!"
"The Hound of Ravenclaw!"
"...When did I get such an ugly nickname?" Scott glared at them through gritted teeth, "It must have been you guys just now!"
"not us!"
Fred shouted injustice.
"It came from Ravenclaw these days!"
George added.
"Why didn't I know?" Scott frowned.
He always felt that he was quite popular in Ravenclaw, and no one should maliciously call him such a nickname.
"We don't know who gave you that nickname."
"Maybe you can check it out yourself."
Fred and George spread their hands together and looked at him innocently.
"Or please Eddie."
"He must know, but he didn't tell you!"
Right, Eddie.
Scott nodded in agreement, the kid must know the nickname, but he didn't remind him at all.
Scott decided to go back and settle accounts with him first.
"Goodbye then, you two."
Scott waved and turned to leave.
"It was a good night and curfew time is coming up."
"Won't you join us on a pleasant adventure?"
The twins chased after him and invited him.
"No, I wish you a good time."
Scott rejected them mercilessly.
"Then don't blame us..."
"...I won't write you a letter to introduce you and Bill."
The twins grinned and said that although the two of them did not participate in the Transfiguration Club, they were obviously well informed.
Scott kept walking, "It's okay, Percy has promised to help me."
"Percy?" Fred sighed exaggeratedly.
George said proudly: "Obviously, Bill still prefers us to Percy's words."
Scott turned a deaf ear, and now he wondered more about who had nicknamed him a dog.
But the twins were still chattering in his ears.
"And we're not quite sure if Mom and Dad would accept Bill finding a boyfriend."
"Maybe we can help you convince them."
Scott felt the blue veins on his forehead beating vigorously, and pulled out his wand from his arms unbearably.
However, when he turned around, the twins immediately ran away laughing.
Scott took a deep breath.
Very good, this is very British!
He hurriedly walked towards Ravenclaw Tower, and suddenly wanted to find a girlfriend as soon as possible.
(End of this chapter)
Professor McGonagall waved his wand, and everything in the Transfiguration Club classroom was immediately restored to order.
"You know why I left you alone, Mr. Trollope." She looked at Scott, who was standing by.
"Don't worry, Professor," Scott assured. "I've never studied anything other than textbooks so far."
Professor McGonagall looked him in the eye. "But you are interested in Mr. Weasley's theory."
"I am indeed very interested in the conjectures that Mr. Weasley stated in the paper." Scott met Professor McGonagall's eyes without dodging, "but until I fully grasp the knowledge within the scope of the school curriculum, I do not We won't be looking into this in depth."
"Well then, I trust you, Mr. Trollope."
Professor McGonagall looked away first.
Having taught Scott for three years, she still has a good understanding of the student's usual learning goals.Knowing that he himself places great importance on the basics.
"Let's be here today."
Professor McGonagall turned and walked out of the club room first.
Scott also walked out of the classroom and exchanged goodnight with Professor McGonagall in the hallway.
"That's right." Professor McGonagall stopped again as he turned around. "Mr. Trollope."
"Professor?" Scott also stopped to leave.
"Professor Flitwick has shown me more than once the birthday present you gave him in advance. And if I remember correctly, his birthday is October 10th."
Professor McGonagall suddenly blinked mischievously.
"But I want to remind you, Mr. Trollope, that your Transfiguration professor's birthday is more than ten days before your Charms professor's birthday."
After saying this, she walked into her office without looking back.Only Scott, who was a little dumbfounded, stood alone in the corridor.
Alas, why do professors at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry like to compare so much?Obviously all of them are quite young.
Scott shook his head, turned and walked towards the stairs.
Since Professor McGonagall reminded him like this, it seems that he must prepare a gift with the same heart to make sense.What's more, it was his mistake to forget Professor McGonagall's birthday.
But more importantly... He thought about it carefully, it was only five days before Professor McGonagall's birthday, October 10th!
So, what to give?
Scott thought as he walked.
Would it be too perfunctory to give Professor McGonagall a painting of the same theme?
After all, he also knew that Professor McGonagall had been taking good care of him for the past three years, and his teaching on Transfiguration had gone beyond the responsibilities of a school professor.
In fact, according to Scott, who was a Chinese in his previous life, this is already the difference between a disciple and a student.
It would be fine if Scott just gave the professors a present for Christmas, as usual.But this time he was eager to show off, and found a reason to give the painting to Professor Flitwick as a birthday present.No wonder Professor McGonagall is a little unbalanced.
As a student, being too popular with professors is also a pain.
Scott thought narcissistically, and hurried down the stairs.
Meow……
At this time, a cat meow came, and Scott's face immediately turned ugly, and he couldn't help but pouted.
Sure enough, Filch strode down the first-floor corridor with his scrawny, ugly cat, Mrs. Norris.
The magic lamp in his hand reflected the bulging eyes of two identical lightbulbs of a man and a cat.
"It's curfew time soon, Trollope." Filch smiled wickedly at Scott, showing his mouth full of ugly teeth, "You'd better get out of your way and run back and pull it back. Wenclaw Common Room, or you'll be locked up from tomorrow."
Although Scott had never been caught by Filch in the previous night tour, and had basically never dealt with him, he was not surprised by the malice shown by Filch at the moment.
Because he knew that this old Squib hated all those who could learn magic from the bottom of his heart.
"It's almost curfew time? But it's not there yet, isn't it?" Scott gave Filch a distinct smirk, quickening his pace to pass him and Mrs Norris.
Filch's angry voice came from behind, "I'll catch you if you don't get back to the Ravenclaw common room on time..."
"Oh, if you can do it," Scott replied nonchalantly.
Although the time for curfew was indeed very close, he did not follow Filch's words and ran.Because even if he did go out at night, Filch couldn't catch him.
But at this time, he was still troubled by the preparation of birthday gifts, and he was not interested in night tours.
But when he walked out of the main castle building and passed the atrium, he stopped again.
"Come out."
He said to the monster stone sculpture in the atrium.
"Fred, George."
Two identical figures immediately walked out from behind the stone carving, one left and one right.
"As expected of you!"
"The Hound of Ravenclaw!"
"...When did I get such an ugly nickname?" Scott glared at them through gritted teeth, "It must have been you guys just now!"
"not us!"
Fred shouted injustice.
"It came from Ravenclaw these days!"
George added.
"Why didn't I know?" Scott frowned.
He always felt that he was quite popular in Ravenclaw, and no one should maliciously call him such a nickname.
"We don't know who gave you that nickname."
"Maybe you can check it out yourself."
Fred and George spread their hands together and looked at him innocently.
"Or please Eddie."
"He must know, but he didn't tell you!"
Right, Eddie.
Scott nodded in agreement, the kid must know the nickname, but he didn't remind him at all.
Scott decided to go back and settle accounts with him first.
"Goodbye then, you two."
Scott waved and turned to leave.
"It was a good night and curfew time is coming up."
"Won't you join us on a pleasant adventure?"
The twins chased after him and invited him.
"No, I wish you a good time."
Scott rejected them mercilessly.
"Then don't blame us..."
"...I won't write you a letter to introduce you and Bill."
The twins grinned and said that although the two of them did not participate in the Transfiguration Club, they were obviously well informed.
Scott kept walking, "It's okay, Percy has promised to help me."
"Percy?" Fred sighed exaggeratedly.
George said proudly: "Obviously, Bill still prefers us to Percy's words."
Scott turned a deaf ear, and now he wondered more about who had nicknamed him a dog.
But the twins were still chattering in his ears.
"And we're not quite sure if Mom and Dad would accept Bill finding a boyfriend."
"Maybe we can help you convince them."
Scott felt the blue veins on his forehead beating vigorously, and pulled out his wand from his arms unbearably.
However, when he turned around, the twins immediately ran away laughing.
Scott took a deep breath.
Very good, this is very British!
He hurriedly walked towards Ravenclaw Tower, and suddenly wanted to find a girlfriend as soon as possible.
(End of this chapter)
