Harry Potter and the Attack of the Squibs

"But because of this, you should go back to the dormitory, study hard, complete the course and graduate from Hogwarts."

"Don't get involved in things you shouldn't get involved in. After what happened last time, don't you still understand?"

Malfoy shook his head: "That's no longer possible. Death Eaters are all headmasters of Hogwarts, aren't they?"

Professor McGonagall frowned: "A Death Eater can't be a principal, you don't understand."

She was silent for a moment: "As for Gryffindor being imprisoned, you don't have to worry."

"Of course they have other people taking care of them."

Malfoy was silent for a moment, then nodded: "So what do we do now? Professor Snape must be waiting for me in the office."

Professor McGonagall turned around and opened the office: "Follow me."

Malfoy walked in and found a stack of transcripts on Professor McGonagall's desk.

"You did fail Transfiguration last school year."

Professor McGonagall sat aside: "Snape provided your career counseling."

Malfoy thought for a moment, then fell silent.

"I've seen your course selection. You want to be an Auror, right?"

Malfoy was silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

"This is a very high goal. Actually, I don't think you can pass the interview, but based on your grades alone, you have a good chance."

"Did Snape show you any extra mercy in Potions?"

Malfoy smiled bitterly: "He never shows mercy to anyone, at least during exams."

Professor McGonagall nodded: "Then your biggest trouble now is the Transfiguration class. You performed well in class last school year. Why did you fail the final exam?"

Malfoy was speechless.

He didn't understand why Professor McGonagall would ask questions knowingly.

The reason was, of course, that Malfoy was restless and completely absent-minded during the exam.

Of course, Malfoy was like this in all exams, but all other professors gave all students passing grades directly because of Dumbledore's departure. Only Professor McGonagall was still strict, so Malfoy's Transfiguration class naturally did not Passed the law.

However, Malfoy couldn't say that it was all Professor McGonagall's fault. In the final analysis, his grades should have been like this.

"But forget it, you still have a chance, here is a test paper, finish it."

Malfoy's scalp went numb instinctively. As an ordinary student, of course he was afraid of test papers.

And why did he escape from the dormitory in the middle of the night with a broken jar and a desperate mood, only to have to face an impromptu exam?

This was simply a harsher punishment than being caught by a Death Eater.

However, Professor McGonagall's will could not be violated, and Malfoy finally accepted his fate, sat at the table and started working on the papers.

He tried to remember everything he'd learned and realized it wasn't that hard after all.

Malfoy had been secretly watching the secret exercises of the three Harrys throughout the summer vacation: yes, the three of them thought they were practicing in secret, but in fact Luke knew what they were doing, and the Weasleys also knew, and Malfoy They even come to watch the whole process every time.

Every time Malfoy paid most attention to Hermione, of course at first he was just looking for comfort, but then Malfoy noticed the powerful power of transfiguration.

After that, he began to dig out his Transfiguration textbook again and make up the lessons again.

And everything he learned is now used.

When Malfoy returned the paper filled with answers to Professor McGonagall, Professor McGonagall was obviously a little surprised.

But she nodded anyway and pushed a compass on the table in front of Malfoy.

"Turn it into a spherical flask."

Malfoy was stunned for a moment.

As a transfiguration practical test for a sixth-grade student, such content is too simple.

Transfiguration classes start very early in learning complex living transformations, turning inanimate objects into living things. This is a more complex and difficult-to-master transfiguration. Transforming an inanimate thing into another inanimate object will even cause confusion. Wizards don't think it counts as transfiguration.

Malfoy felt a little inexplicably moved. He was very happy that Professor McGonagall finally understood him and deliberately let him go.

He took out his wand, pointed it at the compass, and began to cast the spell.

When Professor McGonagall put down the test paper, the compass on the table had disappeared.

In its place is a glass flask.

Professor McGonagall nodded and held the flask in front of her eyes.

"The depression is due to the irregularity of the spherical surface, and the insufficient transparency is due to diffuse scattering caused by different refractive indexes."

Malfoy lowered his head in disappointment.

In fact, he already knew that he failed when he cast the spell just now, but he didn't expect that he would fail so completely. He obviously thought this was the simplest problem.

"Muggles who don't believe in the existence of magic can also explain some problems that are simply unimaginable. Everyone in the world does not have to be afraid that they cannot do something. There are always things in the world that only he can do."

After speaking, Professor McGonagall raised her wand to make the spherical flask perfect.

"If you pass, I will give you a good re-examination score, but in fact you are only a little bit away from being excellent. Study hard, and maybe you will be able to get excellent in the final exam this school year. Then the Auror interviewer will ask you "Lower."

Malfoy smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Now as long as you are a Death Eater, you can be an Auror."

Professor McGonagall stood up and shook her head vigorously: "This situation will not last long."

Then she led Malfoy out of the office.

"It's time for you to go back to your dormitory."

Malfoy decided to make a final struggle: "But the Gryffindors in solitary confinement..."

Professor McGonagall shook her head: "There is a reliable person taking care of them."

Malfoy was stunned for a moment.

But he didn't ask who the reliable person was, he just turned and left.

…

"Ah, I love pudding."

Ginny said grabbing a mango pudding from the plate in the house elf's hand.

"So, house elves can even take you to apparate freely in Hogwarts?"

Luna on the side smiled and nodded. She was slowly licking a complex-colored candy. It was a special dessert made by house elves, mixed with various strange flavors, but Luna had a special liking for it.

"So they want to lock you here for three days, without being allowed to go out, without food, and without even light?"

This is a narrow small room, obviously at the bottom, without any windows or door cracks. Although it is bright and comfortable inside now, before Luna appeared with the house elf, it was pitch black and you could not see your fingers.

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