The God of Ice and Fire at Hogwarts

Hermione asked in disbelief: "Irina, where did you get the catnip?!"

Irina stuck out her tongue, leaned into Hermione's ear and said: "When I was studying at home during the summer vacation, I heard that there is a profound transformation technique called Animagus, which can turn wizards into small animals. The Animagus we have registered with the Ministry of Magic in the UK includes Professor McGonagall who can turn into a cat!"

Irina's breath hit Hermione's earlobe, making her face blush slightly.

But after hearing Irina's words, Hermione looked even more incredulous: "So you knew that the tabby cat was Professor McGonagall, and then you still did this?!"

As a good baby, Hermione couldn't even imagine what Irina did.

Irina chuckled: "Oh, who can resist a cute cat Dean?"

Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Oh, Merlin's lace stockings!

Just when Hermione wanted to continue saying something, she seemed to see something terrifying and she immediately stopped talking.

But Irina didn't notice it at all. She continued: "If Professor McGonagall hadn't changed back too quickly, I would have prepared cat strips and cat teasing sticks!"

Just when Irina was talking enthusiastically, a hand was placed on her shoulder.

This made Irina freeze on the spot, and her head turned back one by one.

"Oh? Could you please Miss Lowell and show me your cat strips and cat teasers?"

Professor McGonagall looked at her with a half-smile, and her clenched right hand showed her inner anger.

After taking a look at the helpless expression on Hermione's face, Irina forced a smile: "Professor, do you believe me when I say you heard me wrong?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes were sharp: "Do you think I believe it or not?"

Facing Professor McGonagall's gaze that seemed to want to kill someone, Irina resisted the urge to say "Guess I guess you believe it or not" and lowered her head.

Just as the classroom fell into deathly silence, two boys broke into the classroom rashly and rescued Irina.

With her head lowered, Irina glanced at Professor McGonagall who turned and walked towards the door of the classroom with her peripheral vision, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

Thank you, Harry and Ron!

At this moment, Harry and Ron saw that they were caught late and immediately stood there, waiting for Professor McGonagall to lecture them.

"Maybe I should turn Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley into a pocket watch, so at least one of you two keeps time!"

Professor McGonagall said to the two of them seriously.

Harry argued, "Professor, we're lost."

Professor McGonagall said noncommittally: "Then it becomes a map. You don't need a map to find your own seat, right?"

After saying that, Professor McGonagall asked the two of them to return to their seats.

Irina carefully looked up at the people and said in a voice that even she could not hear: "We never use transformation spells to punish students..."

at this time.

"Irina, stay after class!"

Professor McGonagall didn't look back.

"I'm done!" Irina cried and fell into Hermione's arms, making Hermione's face flushed and at a loss.

…

During the luncheon, Irwin Foley leaned over and whispered: "Did you hear that? The new student in Gryffindor named Lowell actually stuffed Professor McGonagall's Animagus form. Catnip! I’m so envious...ah, it’s incredible!”

Linn glanced at him and said, "Are you a Hufflepuff? Since when did you like eating melons so much?!"

Although Linn was calm on the surface, there was a storm in his heart.

Good guy, how dare you bring catnip to Professor McGonagall? !

He really doesn't dare to do this kind of work!

So envious... Bah, so outrageous!

However, is that Irina also a time traveler? !

Linn thought suspiciously. He turned his head and glanced at the silver-haired girl on the Gryffindor table who was chatting and laughing with Hermione. The girl's delicate face and clear laughter attracted the Gryffindor boys around her to turn their heads. Attention.

Linn shook his head.

Forget it, don't think about it anymore, even if the person named Irina Lowell is also a time traveler, she doesn't pose much of a threat to him now.

As far as this school year is concerned, his biggest threat is Voldemort behind Quirrell's head!

Thinking of this, Lynn subconsciously glanced at Quirrell on the teacher's seat.

This head of garlic was wrapped in a thick turban that smelled like an old woman's foot wrap.

Could this Quilot be a double agent? !

It's admirable that Voldemort could stand the stench!

Linn complained in his mind.

…

At 3:30 in the afternoon, it was the first flying lesson for Hogwarts freshmen.

Irina, Hermione and other freshmen from Gryffindor and Slytherin hurriedly walked down the steps and came to the field in front of the door to prepare for their first flying lesson.

At this time, most of the young wizards had already arrived. Harry and Ron were standing next to Irina and Hermione. The four of them had already gotten to know each other in the compartment of the Hogwarts Express.

Ms. Hooch, the flying instructor, arrived, with short gray hair and yellow eyes like a hawk's.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she snapped. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up!"

Irina glanced at the broomsticks at everyone's feet. These broomsticks were old and broken, with some branches sticking out in random directions. She was afraid that these broomsticks would fall apart in mid-air.

"Stretch out your right hand and place it on the broom handle," Ms. Hooch shouted from the front, "and then say: 'Get up!'"

A group of little wizards shouted: "Get up!"

Irina subconsciously said, "Pigeon!"

Hermione on the side looked puzzled: "What does it have to do with pigeons?"

Irina realized that she had shouted wrongly, and quickly shouted again: "Get up!"

The English word for "get up" is UP. Irina will never admit that she thinks all UPs are pigeons!

When everyone made a sound, Harry's broom immediately jumped into his hand, while Hermione's broom just rolled on the ground, and Neville's broom didn't move at all.

Although the broom at Irina's feet floated up a bit, it quickly fell back.

But Irina, who was not a martial artist, actually kicked the broom at the base when it was falling back, causing the broom to spin around in the air before she caught it in her hand.

Then Ms. Hooch showed them how to ride on a broom without falling off their heads.

She walked around the group, correcting the hand grips of the little wizards.

Soon, it was time for them to practice.

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and push hard." Ms. Huo Qi said, "Hold the broom steadily, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground. Hear my whistle! Three! Two! One!"

But things didn't go as Ms. Huo Qi expected. Before the whistle blew, Neville, who was extremely nervous, subconsciously kicked off his broom and flew up into the sky.

"Come back, boy!" cried Ms. Hooch.

Neville was seen rising straight up, like a cork being ejected from a bottle.

His frightened, pale face looked down at the rapidly retreating ground. He gasped for air and slid down the side of the broom handle.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Irina, who foresaw the plot, quickly cast the levitating spell. Her spell was accurately applied to Neville, making him fall much slower.