HP: Bad Intentions

"Phew …"

Dumbledore straightened his back.

He took off the special glasses that he was wearing on his eyes.

Blake's name tag was lying quietly on the desk.

But the name tag now.

Compared to before, it was a little different.

It seemed that the colour had become lighter.

From the original pure black.

It had become greyish-black.

Dumbledore turned the name tag over.

He saw the back of the name tag.

There was an additional symbol.

That was not there before.

Dumbledore tried several methods.

Only then did he make this symbol appear.

It was a circular symbol.

In the middle of the circular symbol.

It was dotted with all kinds of strange symbols.

With Dumbledore's erudition.

He was actually unable to identify the meaning of those symbols.

But among the many symbols.

He saw a familiar symbol.

That was the symbol of the Sacred Artifact of Death …

Dumbledore stretched out a slender finger.

He gently pressed on the symbol.

The next second.

The symbols in the entire circular symbol suddenly moved!

The many symbols were constantly breaking down and reorganizing …

Finally …

They turned into letters.

The letters adjusted their order again.

Finally.

When everything returned to silence.

The letters formed a line of words.

They were read together.

It was …

"G. G. Institute of Biology."

…

Professor McGonagall was busy in her office.

Even though it was still summer vacation.

But …

Who asked her to have such a principal who did not like to interfere in things?

There were many things.

She had to finish them before school started on September 1st.

"Flutter!"

The sound of wings flapping suddenly sounded outside the window.

Professor McGonagall was just about to take a break.

She saw an owl outside the window.

Thus, she casually placed it inside.

The owl seemed very excited.

It ignored the owl biscuits on Professor McGonagall's desk.

After throwing down the letter, it turned around and flew away.

Professor McGonagall waved her magic wand.

A teapot and a teacup flew over shakily.

They automatically poured a cup of tea for Professor McGonagall.

After Professor McGonagall took a sip of tea.

She picked up the letter.

"Hermione Granger?"

A little girl with a pair of front teeth flashed through Professor McGonagall's mind.

Then a smile flashed across her face.

She was the one who brought the Granger family to Diagon Alley.

She spent a day with this child.

So she had a certain understanding of this child.

Overall, this was a smart and studious child.

And it was on her.

Professor McGonagall could vaguely see a trace of herself.

So, she quite liked this little girl.

Professor McGonagall curiously opened the little girl's letter.

It seemed that she had a lot of questions.

Otherwise, why was the letter so?

Take a break.

She could take a look.

Professor McGonagall read the letter.

She continued to drink her tea leisurely.

But a moment later.

She never picked up the teacup on the table again.

"A hidden monster?!"

"This child actually encountered such a monster?"

Although she knew that Hermione could write to her now.

This proved that he was safe and sound.

But she still felt her heart clench.

After all, she was an eleven or twelve-year-old wizard.

When she faced that kind of monster.

It was like a lamb facing a hungry wolf.

There was no chance of winning!

Professor McGonagall didn't care about drinking tea.

She continued to read.

"An eleven-year-old boy."

"He used a transformation spell to defeat a hidden monster?"

Professor McGonagall had actually thought of several possibilities for Hermione to be saved.

For example, she was saved by a passing wizard.

Or Hermione thought of a way to scare the monster away.

But …

She did not expect that.

That concealment monster would die in the hands of an eleven-year-old child!

A sense of absurdity rose in Professor McGonagall's heart at the first moment.

Was this child lying?

This was Professor McGonagall's first reaction.

Because the transfiguration spell was a profound magic subject.

She was a master of transfiguration.

Along the way.

With today's achievements.

She did not know how much effort she had put in.

She did not know how much effort she had put in.

An eleven-year-old wizard.

Logically speaking, he should not even be able to cast an illumination spell.

But Hermione actually said.

That boy used the transfiguration spell to kill a ferocious concealment monster?

Concealment monsters were monsters.

They were very cunning and very ferocious.

Even if they were adult wizards.

To kill an adult concealment monster.

It was not a simple matter!

Professor McGonagall was already a little angry in her heart.

Because she felt that this child was lying.

But …

"Then she met Professor Dumbledore?"

Professor McGonagall frowned.

Hermione dared to say that.

Was she really not afraid that her lie would be exposed?

One had to know that it was very easy for her to find Dumbledore to verify the truth of this matter.

Could it be that …

What she said was true?

But …

How was that possible?

An eleven-year-old adept?

He already had that level of transfiguration spell?

According to Hermione.

That was to instantly turn a big rock into a stone lion!

Taking ten thousand steps back.

A young wizard of this age.

Even if he really had such attainments in the transfiguration spell.

He did not have that kind of magic power to directly turn a huge rock into a stone lion in an instant, right?!

The second half of the letter.

It was the question that Hermione asked for advice.

She said that she was the same as the boy named Blake.

She tried to use the transfiguration spell.

But she could not even change a small rock.

Then she asked Professor McGonagall.

What should she do to get started with the transfiguration spell?

"Sigh, what a silly girl.

How can the transfiguration spell be so simple? "

Professor McGonagall also had some guesses.

Maybe Hermione wasn't lying.

But turning the stone into a stone lion would save them.

It wasn't that boy.

It was Dumbledore.

Professor McGonagall analyzed according to the letter.

Maybe Dumbledore was nearby.

Then, he hid in the dark and secretly helped …

As for why he didn't come out to help openly …

Professor McGonagall did not know.

However, she knew that Dumbledore was capable of such strange things.

Just as Professor McGonagall was thinking about how to reply to the letter …

There was a knock on the door.

Professor McGonagall put the letter down.

"Please come in."

The door opened.

Dumbledore strode in.

His expression seemed to be a little tired.

"Minerva, I think it's better for me to tell you personally."

"I have some matters to attend to, so I need to make a long trip."

"So, the job we agreed on earlier …"

A helpless expression appeared on Professor McGonagall's face.

"Alright, you have to go early and come back early, because there's a lot of work …"

Dumbledore nodded apologetically.

He was ready to leave.

"Wait …" Professor McGonagall suddenly called out to Dumbledore.

She turned her head and looked at the letter on the table.

"Um … I received a letter.

The letter said that a boy used transformation to kill a hidden monster? "

"I think this should be you …"

Professor McGonagall originally only wanted to confirm the guess in her heart.

So, she wanted to ask Dumbledore if he was the one who saved the two children.

However, before she could finish her sentence …

She was interrupted by Dumbledore's slightly excited voice.

"Yes!

That boy! "

"He's only eleven years old, and he used transformation to kill a hidden monster!"

"I've never seen such a genius."

"Ah … I forgot to tell you about this."

"But … congratulations, Minerva.

This year, you'll have another genius student who can transform. "

Professor McGonagall was stunned when she heard Dumbledore's words.

Hermione wasn't lying?

This was actually true?

An eleven-year-old boy who could use transformation to kill a hidden monster?!

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