What does it mean to trust him? Putting your own life in the hands of another person is inherently unsafe.
Harry walked back to the Gryffindor dormitory.
Dumbledore had refused his request to drop out, asking him to try studying here first. Hogwarts was the safest place, and wouldn't let him be hurt.
Facing the repeated assurances of the strongest wizard in this magical world, Harry reluctantly agreed.
Voldemort wasn't dead.
For him, it was both good and bad news.
He could personally avenge his parents' death.
But his own safety was also at stake.
However, Dumbledore said that even though Voldemort wasn't dead, he must be in an extremely weakened state.
Otherwise, he wouldn't hide in Professor Quirrell, not even daring to show his face.
This gave Harry some time to grow.
He was still too weak.
If he had Dumbledore's strength right now.
He could go find Quirrell and kill Voldemort now.
Power.
Harry strolled through the Hogwarts corridors, his thoughts wandering elsewhere.
So far, there were two ways to increase his power.
One was the magic of the wizarding world, a complete system of world magic. He had to seize the time to learn, mastering advanced magic knowledge as soon as possible.
The second was his own game magic, the magic from Heroes of Might and Magic 3, almost all combat magic, each of which was a huge help to his strength.
But neither of these paths could make him strong in a short time.
The first one required time, and in this aspect, he could try his best to reduce the time he needed to grow.
The second one required resources, resources for killing, and he had no clue for now.
Sigh, let's take things one step at a time.
If all else fails, I'll run away in the middle of the night, go to China to open a restaurant. With my skills, I can make a living anywhere.
The word "caution" was deeply etched in his memory from his dreams.
Back to the Gryffindor dormitory.
Ron was waiting for Harry to return.
"Harry, I haven't seen you. Percy said you went to Professor Dumbledore?" Ron came up to him.
"Yeah, I needed to confirm something with Professor Dumbledore," Harry nodded.
"Let's go, I'll take you to our room." Ron didn't ask what he talked about with Dumbledore, leading Harry back to the dormitory.
The next day, before dawn, Harry woke up and ran around the castle. On the one hand, he was familiarizing himself with the terrain, on the other hand, he was exercising his body.
A healthy and strong physique could better help him learn magic quickly.
Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, slightly disappointed.
He ran around, but didn't find any wild magical creatures.
The only place he knew of with a large number of magical creatures was beneath the Black Lake. There were a lot of magical creatures there, but it was under a contract!
They were included in Hogwarts' protection contract.
The creatures in the lake couldn't harm the students, and the students couldn't harm them either.
With a father-killing, mother-killing enemy by his side, Harry always felt extremely insecure. Even though he was very weak now, he was still known as the Dark Lord.
No one knew what his situation was like.
If he suddenly attacked, Harry might not even be able to defend himself.
He was just an ordinary 11-year-old wizard.
He was still too weak, and needed time to grow.
He went back to the Great Hall for breakfast, packed some to take back to the dormitory, woke up the others in his dormitory, and waited for them to finish before going to class together.
On the first day of school, September 2nd, Monday, the classes made Harry feel very excited.
Transfiguration in the morning and Herbology in the afternoon.
He was very interested in transfiguration in this world.
Now he could take this class, which gave him a strange sense of excitement.
Just like when he could cook for the first time.
Hogwarts was huge and complex. The most frustrating thing was that the stairs moved by themselves.
If you didn't know the terrain, you could easily get lost.
A group of freshmen faced this problem and were a little lost.
Harry grabbed an upperclassman and asked him for directions before he found his way.
He looked at his classmates.
Why didn't they know the way? Why didn't they ask?
The purpose of having a mouth is not just to eat, is it?
Harry somehow thought of Dudley, the little pig.
Dudley's mouth seemed never to stop.
He rushed to the Transfiguration classroom with Ron.
They arrived early, with plenty of time.
As soon as they entered, they saw a cat squatting on the podium.
Ron complained to Harry, the excitement of coming to Hogwarts for the first time had gradually faded.
Replaced by a headache for this school. His family had never had such a complex environment, it was simple.
"If I were alone, I'm afraid I'd still be circling around."
He didn't hear Harry's reply, Ron looked at Harry, only to see him staring at the cat on the podium.
There was excitement and surprise in his eyes.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Ron didn't understand why he would show such an expression when he saw a cat.
"Is it Professor McGonagall's pet?" Ron looked at the cat on the podium and mumbled.
Harry shook his head as he walked over, "It's not a pet."
Ron followed behind.
They walked closer and saw the cat's appearance clearly.
It was a tabby cat, with the most peculiar thing being the stripes around its eyes, like glasses.
"Hey, Harry, look at the pattern on this cat's face, it's like Professor McGonagall's glasses!" Ron pointed excitedly at the tabby cat.
"It's Professor McGonagall!" Harry clearly sensed the aura emanating from this cat.
It was exactly like Professor McGonagall.
Could Transfiguration do this?!
Incredible.
Harry grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck.
Then he flipped its ears, feeling the soft touch, and then he looked at its paws.
Pads, claws.
Exactly the same as a real cat.
After hearing Harry's words, Ron was stunned. This cat was Professor McGonagall?
He remembered his parents' brief introduction to Gryffindor.
Professor McGonagall was a master of Transfiguration, one of the seven Animagi registered with the Ministry of Magic.
A tabby cat.
My god!
Ron's face turned pale instantly.
What did I just do?
He saw Harry's actions and immediately grabbed his hand.
"Stop, Harry, what are you doing?"
His strength was too small.
Harry rubbed its back twice.
Yeah, the fur was smooth.
Exactly like a real cat!
The little cat's blank eyes finally reacted, it broke free from Harry's hand.
Then, in an instant, it turned into Professor McGonagall, wearing a green and plaid dress.
Her expression was serious, making Ron terrified.
"Mr. Potter, you recognized me, didn't you?"
Harry nodded honestly, he usually didn't lie, unless necessary.
"Then why did you..." Professor McGonagall's eyes flashed with anger.
But Harry said with sincere eyes, "I'm just curious, Professor, after you transform into a cat, you have no magic at all. If it wasn't for my sensitive perception, I wouldn't have thought this cat was you."
"Is this also a kind of Transfiguration?"
Professor McGonagall nodded, "This is one of the most advanced types of Transfiguration, Animagus, which can allow a person to truly transform into an animal. This kind of Transfiguration is dangerous. If you don't have a certain level of Transfiguration skills, rashly using it will make you confused about whether you are an animal or a human."
She saw the yearning in Harry's eyes, so she made it clear that this kind of magic was not something he could learn now.
"In 6th or 7th year, maybe even earlier, if you are good enough, Mr. Potter, you can try practicing it."