Chapter 546
, Section 544: Whose signature is it?
Chapter 546, Section 544: Whose signature is it?
Transfiguration classroom.
Several mice used as teaching aids were squeaking softly.
Neville raised his hand.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I—"
Nawi said haltingly.
He gripped his clothes tightly and looked to the side in a panic.
"Nawi, speak."
"Sheen said from the side."
Neville never found his permission form from the beginning; Sheehan knew it was Neville's grandmother, Augusta Longbottom, who had sent it to Professor McGonagall herself.
Grandma Augusta Longbottom was very thoughtful; she was afraid Neville would get lost.
After all, Neville had been subjected to too many Oblivion Curses.
but……
Nawei has been having a lot of trouble these past few days.
"My grandmother...she sent it to you...Professor..."
Neville kept his eyes fixed on Sheehan's, not daring to look at Professor McGonagall.
"Yes, your grandmother sent your watch directly to me, Longbottom."
Professor McGonagall said her stern face softened somewhat.
She said next time, you'll have to send it yourself.
"Oh...I will..."
Neville blushed and lowered his hand.
He instinctively looked down and saw Hermione secretly throwing a punch at him, Ron looking at him with surprise and delight, and as for the little wizard, he smiled and nodded.
The panic vanished in an instant.
He felt his face burning, but he still managed a silly smile.
"That's more like it."
Hermione snorted. Neville had been terrified of her these past few days, thinking she had lost her watch but not daring to ask.
They went to great lengths to get Neville to open the Magic Hand Mirror.
“My mother said that taking responsibility for oneself is the first step that needs to be taken.”
Justin's voice floated out from the magic hand mirror.
Due to the special design of the magic hand mirror, these words can only be heard by the corresponding wizard.
So some young wizards would secretly use it during class, but they were few in number and used it very cautiously.
Professor McGonagall then let them go.
Judging from their behavior, occasionally exchanging a few words in timid whispers is much better than constantly whispering in class.
"Alright, leave the rest to me."
Professor McGonagall spoke.
The Ravenclaws got up and left noisily, while the Gryffindors enthusiastically formed a long line.
They chattered incessantly, discussing what they would do once they arrived in Hogsmeade.
Strangely, among the group of little wizards wearing red and yellow scarves, there was a little male wizard wearing a blue and green scarf.
"You're also handing this over to Professor McGonagall?"
Hermione moved closer to Sheehan, puzzled.
"Sheen, you, you, you joined Gryffindor? Is that even possible?!"
Ron's eyes widened, and then he was overjoyed.
"There has never been such a case before."
Hermione glared at Ron, who was still lost in his own beautiful fantasy.
What if Sheen was a Gryffindor?
Oh!
How many championships should Gryffindor win...?
“But—Professor—you know, I really want to go—my parents—they don’t understand what Hogsmeade means at all—you can’t—”
A voice desperately trying to defend itself appeared in front of them, and they could see a wizard pleading with Professor McGonagall.
"If you say I can go—"
"That's what the wizard said."
He looked rather tall, and he suddenly came in from outside, appearing hurried and flustered.
"But I won't tell,"
As Professor McGonagall spoke, she stood up and neatly placed the lecture notes into the drawer.
"The form clearly states that permission must be signed by a parent or guardian. If you want to go, you need to have your parent or guardian sign it and then give it to me."
She turned and looked at the wizard coldly; the wizard left with a mournful face.
After the wizard left, Hermione suddenly and cautiously examined Sheehan's form. Letters were still attached to it.
Dear Mr. Green:
Please note that the new semester begins on September 1st...
"No, not this one," Hermione looked down.
The Hogwarts Express will depart from King's Cross Station, Platform 9, at 11:00 AM. If you are going to spend the last week of summer vacation at the farm, please contact me in person.
What is a farm?
Hermione couldn't understand why Sheehan went to the farm.
Why contact Professor McGonagall?
Hermione felt a multitude of clues flash through her mind, but none of them left a trace.
[I am pleased to inform you, dear Mr. Green, that third-year students may visit Hogsmeade Village on certain weekends.]
Please send the attached permission form to...
Hermione immediately narrowed her eyes and began to watch intently.
Unfortunately, the crucial handwriting was obscured by Sheen's finger.
"Who should it be given to..."
Hermione heard what sounded like someone talking behind her.
She turned her head and saw Ron looking shocked and worried.
The two looked at each other and could see the surprise and panic in each other's eyes.
"what are you doing?"
"what are you doing?"
The two spoke in unison.
The young wizard, who was reading in line, seemed to be disturbed. He turned his head slightly and saw Hermione and Ron glaring at each other again.
"You saw it..."
Hermione quickly covered Ron's mouth, then squinted and asked.
"I didn't see anything, there wasn't even a signature on the back."
Ron, forgetting they were still in the Cold War, shrugged in confusion.
"No signature?!"
Hermione was stunned.
“Yes… I didn’t realize Professor McGonagall could be biased. She even agreed to let Sheehan hand in an unsigned form.”
Ron muttered to himself.
Hermione opened her mouth, looking at him as if he were an idiot.
"Then why didn't Sheen hand him over to Professor Flitwick?"
"You mean..."
Ron blinked.
"Professor Flitwick isn't the vice-chancellor, so he can't sign off?!"
Ron suddenly realized.
Hogwarts has a very strict hierarchy.
"you……"
Hermione paused, then nodded inexplicably.
Is that right?
Ahead, Professor McGonagall had already put away the forms. She said gently:
"Go."
Sheen nodded.
"besides……"
Professor McGonagall put away her lecture notes and moved closer; Hermione had never seen the professor like this before.
She quickly tugged at Ron, making him also stare at the two wizards, one big and one small, in front of them.
"Be careful, and contact us immediately if anything happens."
Professor McGonagall frowned slightly as she thought of the fugitive who had broken in recently.
"I see, Professor."
Sheen said.
Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction. After collecting the last two copies from Hermione and Ron, she left the Transfiguration classroom with Sheehan.
The students all dispersed, leaving only Hermione and Ron deep in thought in the classroom.
They seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness of the past, and leaned together in deep thought.
"I see--"
Ron sat up abruptly.
(End of this chapter)