Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 120 Practical Skills of Transfiguration

In the end, facing the troubles left by Lockhart, both sides chose to take a step back and reached an agreement.

Hogwarts is willing to let the dwarves stay, but only allows them to perform in the Great Hall with golden wings and a harp on their backs.

The rest of the school is not allowed to walk around at will, and the link of distributing Valentine's Day cards to the little wizards is also omitted.

Although the dwarves were all sullen, when they stood on the dining table and plucked the harp, the sound they made was unexpectedly pleasant.

"Oh, it's really beyond my expectation, I can't tell, they really have a few brushes." Hermione smacked her lips while eating the Valentine's Day limited chocolate.

With a gloomy face, a dwarf passed behind Hermione and said, "This plain-looking lady, we are professionals."

With a "creak", Hermione grabbed the knife and fork and pierced the plate in front of her. She stared, "Abominable? Ordinary?"

"Hey, Hermione, don't pay attention to what these dwarves say," Ron quickly comforted, "Just now I was also rated above average by it, which is not objective."

Hermione was even more angry, and her whole body was shaking.

In the auditorium, after the performance of the dwarves, there was a ballroom dance.

Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and the deep purple ceiling immediately and slowly changed to colorful colors.

Hardy pushed a record player, tapped it with his magic wand, and immediately, melodious music wafted from the dark golden speakers.

The little wizards of the senior grades couldn't wait to invite their female companions to shake slowly in the middle of the dance floor.

"Look, Percy's dressed like a peacock with its tail on!"

Ron grumbled as he watched Percy Weasley holding Penelope Clearwater proudly showing off his secret dance footwork.

"Dancing in the middle of the dance floor? That's ridiculous, isn't it? Harry? Hermione?"

Ron turned his head, and suddenly found that his two good friends, all on the hands of their partners, stepped onto the dance floor one after another.

"So I'm the funniest person??" Ron's facial features were wrinkled together like a bitter melon.

Soon, the dance was over, and Professor McGonagall reminded the little wizards to go back to the dormitory to rest as soon as possible.

But obviously, on this special day today, there will always be people secretly hiding in every corner of the school, whispering intimately.

In this regard, several professors can only turn a blind eye.

Even Filch, who has always been in charge of curfew inspections, made an exception today and was drunk and sleeping soundly on his stomach in the boys' bathroom.

……

The next day, Filch posted a new notice on the bulletin board outside the auditorium.

His head was wrapped in a bandage, and his right cheek was swollen badly, and he would groan in pain every once in a while.

"What's wrong with Filch? Could it be that he was beaten last night?" Vanessa looked at the funny bandage shape of the other party, hiding in the distance and secretly laughing.

The little witch standing beside her explained in a low voice: "I don't know, when he was discovered, the toilet bowl in the bathroom was already broken."

"Oh--"

Vanessa said in a long tone, "Maybe he mistook the toilet bowl for a beautiful girl, and then tried to kiss? And ended up chipping out his own teeth?"

A group of little witches "Kukuku" couldn't hold back their laughter.

After Filch left with a gloomy face, the young wizards immediately rushed to the bulletin board.

"It's the Dueling Club!" Dean Thomas cheered.

"Professor Ollivander arranged it once a month. Tonight, he will invite Professor McGonagall to show us the actual combat skills of Transfiguration."

After reading the content on the bulletin board, someone immediately felt like a discouraged ball, "I thought Professor Flitwick would be invited this time."

Seamus Finnigan waved his wand, "He was once a dueling champion, and he must be able to teach us many powerful spells."

"Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration is also very good," Ginny retorted in the crowd.

"Yes, yes, Professor McGonagall can always turn the quill on the table into anything," Seamus Finnigan disapproved, "but what's the use in a wizard duel?"

Ginny's little face flushed slightly: "It's just that you don't know the real usage of Transfiguration! Otherwise, Professor Ollivander wouldn't have arranged it like this."

"Oh, let's wait and see tonight." Seamus Finnigan spread his hands.

night.

In the auditorium after dinner, all the tables were removed, and an 8-meter-long duel platform was laid across the center, covered with a soft red velvet carpet.

Thousands of candles floated above the auditorium, and the flickering candlelight added a touch of mystery and solemnity to this duel club.

"To be honest, I haven't dueled anyone for a long time." Professor McGonagall held his wand in his right hand and adjusted his square glasses.

Hardy, who was standing aside, smiled, "Professor McGonagall, don't be so nervous."

With his hands behind his back, he held his wand with his fingers, "Let these little wizards see how powerful Transfiguration is, and we can't let them underestimate this course."

Under the duel stage, the young wizards who got the news had already flocked to the place.

Colin Creevey borrowed a ladder from Filch, leaned it against the wall, and fiddled with the magic camera in his hand.

"Okay, little wizards, can you hear my voice?" Hardy pressed the tip of his staff against his neck and cast the spell of amplification.

"Calm down, the time has come, very good." Waving his hands to calm down the entire auditorium, Hardy jumped onto the dueling platform.

"Today, we are very honored to invite our head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall, to show everyone the charm of Transfiguration."

Hardy paced slowly, "Ah, I know what you are thinking in your little heads, how can transfiguration be used for a duel?"

"To be honest, if you have this kind of thinking, then today's course will definitely benefit you a lot."

After a brief introduction to the Dueling Club, Hardy announced loudly: "Now, let's hand over the dueling platform to Professor McGonagall!"

In the warm applause of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall walked gracefully onto the dueling platform.

Under the stage, the little wizards all stared at each other closely.

As Hardy said, most of the students thought Transfiguration had little to do with dueling.

Their understanding of Transfiguration is still limited to turning everything around them into a chair.

"First of all, I have to emphasize that transfiguration is a profound subject with endless learning. Even I can only say that I understand a very small part."

Seamus Finnigan and Ginny Weasley all listened, which decided the outcome of their earlier argument.

Professor McGonagall first took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and then threw it casually.

When the tip of the staff was touched, the handkerchief in mid-air immediately "snapped" and turned into a palm-sized mouse, which landed on the dueling platform lying on its stomach.

"Ron, this looks much better than your mouse Scabbers." Hermione couldn't help but say.

"Really? I don't think so." Ron muttered, winking and looking at each other.

Wei Wei raised her wand, and Professor McGonagall said, "Who wants to challenge this mouse?"

"The winning little wizard, I allow him (her) to be exempted from the rest of the Transfiguration homework this semester."

With a "wow", the audience immediately became a sea of ​​palms.

Seamus Finnigan stood on tiptoe, jumping excitedly in place, and was successfully selected by Professor McGonagall.

"Mr. Finnigan, come up, very well."

Professor McGonagall withdrew to the edge of the dueling stage, holding his wand with both hands, "Are you confident to win this duel with Transfiguration?"

"Of course!" Finnigan yelled loudly.

He glanced triumphantly at Ginny in the audience, then drew out his wand, and looked contemptuously at the mouse in front of him.

(End of this chapter)