There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 64 Missing Quirrell

All the little wizards looked up at Professor McGonagall's stern face.

To be honest, I'm a bit afraid to watch it.

Looking at it makes people tremble, their eyes wander, and their minds are in a trance.

For fear of being called by Mag to answer the question.

Public execution.

Shame!
"Transfiguration is dangerous because it is easy to change into something strange and never return." Professor McGonagall said: "There was a wizard in ancient times who had a whim and used Transfiguration on his beloved neighbor."

"He wanted to turn his neighbor into a girl with a cat-eared head, but the spell failed, and the neighbor turned into a cat-headed girl. The scene was very horrifying."

The little wizards were dumbfounded.

Is that the world of adults?
Girl with cat ears, they couldn't understand how anyone could like this strange creature!
"Then what happened next?" Someone asked from the bottom.

"He loves his neighbors too much." Professor McGonagall sighed, not ashamed to continue.

The students are still young and cannot be polluted by dirty things.

The little wizards were silent, their little minds couldn't comprehend such a heavy thing.

"Many humanoid magical creatures...such as werewolves and vampires, I have always suspected that they are the masterpieces of ancient transfiguration masters." McGonagall said: "So, the Ministry of Magic strictly restricts the use of transfiguration."

"Anyone must never use Transfiguration on humans, this is the iron law of Transfiguration!"

"Now, let's formally learn Transfiguration."

All the little wizards looked up at Mag, who frowned.

"Look at what I do?"

"Is there writing on my face?"

"Read a book!"

As if they were pardoned, people hurriedly lowered their heads to read.

For the first time, Harry felt that the book was so beautiful, and every word of the guide to transformation for beginners contained profound mysteries.

Next to it, Neville asked Hermione quietly: "We chatted during the Hogwarts Express, didn't you say you read all the first-year textbooks? Why can't you answer Professor McGonagall's question?"

Hermione's voice was also very low: "Professor McGonagall is too strict, I was so scared to death that I didn't dare to raise my hand."

This reason is too real, and the people around have nothing to say.

Under the high-handed rule of Professor McGonagall, Slytherin and Gryffindor did not exist each other, and took a transformation class seriously.

In the classroom quiz, McGonagall distributed a match to everyone and asked the little wizards to turn the match into a needle.

The little wizards who took a class seriously said that they usually used simple and crude spells, but now they suddenly changed to delicate spells, and they were not used to it.

With his hands on his back, Mag carefully checked the results of the little wizard's spells.

Except for Hermione who achieved the goal perfectly, the others performed less than ideal.

Especially Crabbe and Goyle.

What kind of matches are given to them, and what kind of matches are they now.

Mag frowned more and more, and everyone trembled.

Fortunately, the get out of class bell rang in time.

The students seemed to be pardoned, and some people smiled, and the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

Professor McGonagall raised his hands and pressed them down.

"Don't worry, I'm talking for 2 minutes."

The air froze again.

"You study not for me, but for yourself!" McGonagall said earnestly: "Transfiguration can be used in all aspects of life, such as housework!"

"Who wants to do housework? The ancient nobles have house-elves, and most of us can't afford house-elves!"

"Transfiguration can help you. Have you heard the story of the snail girl? You can also create servants and make them work for you!"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up.

Can you conjure up a servant to help with work, can you conjure up a tool man to help me with my homework and classes?

"Not only that, Transfiguration can also help in combat." Professor McGonagall pointed out, and the desk turned into a huge axe, with a cold blade and extremely sharp.

Crabbe's eyes are shining brightly. If I am proficient in transfiguration, can I conjure infinite throwing axes and uninterruptedly release the physical version of Shenfeng Wuying!

At that time, you will not be stuck with things, and all plants, trees, bamboo and stones can be used as axes. Since then, you have refined it and gradually entered the state where no ax is better than having an ax.

Crabbe, hands in his arms, felt for the throwing axe.

What do I need this throwing ax for?

Professor McGonagall exaggerated the versatility of Transfiguration, and everyone was fascinated by it, wishing to have advanced Transfiguration immediately.

But now, everyone still wants to leave get out of class.

Transfiguration is not so easy to learn, there will be a lot of time in the future, so take your time.

Little wizards have already read the class schedule, the next class is flying class!
What does flying lesson mean?
Ride on a broomstick!
Quidditch!
Bar none of the most popular sports in the wizarding world!

Who wouldn't want to soar through the sky on a broomstick?

Harry didn't want to.

Neither did Hermione.

In fact, students born in Muggle families don't want to, they have never ridden a broom, and they are afraid of embarrassment.

Malfoy's heart is hot, this young master's flying level is unrivaled in the world, let them see later, what is the real skill!
However, Professor McGonagall's words hit him hard.

"By the way, your next class is flying class, right?" Professor McGonagall seemed to have just remembered: "Mrs. Hooch is sick, so I don't have time to teach you. I just have time, so let's continue learning transformation in the next class. technique."

Students born into wizarding families are hit hard.

The flight lesson that I have been thinking about for a long time, just go away like this?

No way, who made Mrs. Hooch sick?

Many people sighed, so sad.

Malfoy stroked his hair, no, I saw Mrs. Hooch at dinner this morning, she could eat and drink, she was alive and kicking, and ate more than me!

She must be a Hufflepuff!
Am I wrong?

The next second, the door of the classroom was pushed open, and Mrs. Hooch, with a red face and a nimble figure, strode in. She saw Professor McGonagall froze for a moment.

"It doesn't look like you're sick?" Harry wondered.

"Huo Qi, why do you still insist on taking classes when you are sick?" Mag sighed: "Take care of yourself."

Mrs. Hooch: "..."

I am sick?

I do not know how?
"Yes, you are sick." Professor McGonagall was convinced: "Go and see Madam Pomfrey."

Hey, I see.

"Cough cough cough..." Mrs. Huo Qi covered her mouth with her right hand and coughed a few times.

"You're right. I seem to be sick. I'll leave the next class to you. Thank you for helping me with the class."

"It's time to see someone else, they are all colleagues, as they should be." Mag is a good professor who cares about his colleagues!
When Mrs. Hooch didn't know that she was sick, Mag took the initiative to remind her, which led her to know that she had a physical problem, so she sought medical treatment in time to avoid delays in her illness and ensure the health of her colleagues.

At the same time, she cared about the students, and took the initiative to carry the banner of acting as a substitute teacher while Mrs. Huo Qi was receiving treatment.

The little wizards are in the best learning time, and they are hungry for knowledge. McGonagall's transformation class will contribute a lot to their future success.

Mag is like a candle, sacrifice your spare time, burn yourself, and illuminate others!
After Mrs. Hooch left, Professor McGonagall's smile subsided, and he returned to his old-fashioned sternness.

"Now, let's move on to class."

"Take out your matches and change them for me!"

Everyone is not stupid, they have figured out what happened.

"You study hard, stick to it for seven years, and pass it by gritting your teeth."

"When you graduate, play as you please."

"The bitterness of the present is for the sweetness of the future!"

The little wizards had to continue to fight with the matches in the air that was about to freeze.

The atmosphere is extremely depressing.

At this moment, they missed Quirrell very much.

Quirrell, our good professor, we miss you so much.

(End of this chapter)