Hogwarts Abnormal Raiders

After the light, everything returned to calm.

The little wizards' eyes widened, and they saw a thin object placed on the desk in front of Malfoy, and there seemed to be a light flashing from it.

Professor McGonagall glanced at it, her scalp twitching:

"Mr. Malfoy, are you kidding me? Isn't this still a match?"

The little wizards also looked disappointed.

Yes, after the cool effect just now, nothing changed.

Just put a good match there

Blaise covered his face and moved aside silently.

It's so embarrassing, stay away now.

Unexpectedly, Malfoy chuckled and said confidently:

"Don't be anxious, let the magic fly for a while."

Fly... fly for a while

Professor McGonagall was stunned again, as if she had never heard such a new word before.

But then he became furious and flew away at such a close distance.

Just when he was about to get angry, he suddenly heard a little wizard exclaiming: "Look, something has changed."

The match suddenly stood up like a carp and jumped up and down in a one-legged dance.

Then he did eighteen more backflips, and finally ran upside down several times and fell to the ground in a beautiful posture.

............

Such fancy magic makes men and women cry in silence.

Professor McGonagall looked at it and wanted to hit someone.

Just when she was about to lose her patience, she finally saw a silver light shining on the end of the match.

The match seemed to be fading away, slowly revealing the shape of a thin needle.

After a while, a hard and thin needle appeared that could be used perfectly for needlework.

Everyone looked at this scene with their mouths wide open in surprise.

Unexpectedly, it actually succeeded

The corner of Malfoy's mouth twisted, as if he was a pretentious criminal, and he was extremely sullen.

Someone who did something bad gave a crooked-mouthed wizard the title of Witch King on the spot.

However, life is always full of surprises and accidents...

Before he could be proud, the thin needle suddenly trembled a few times, then a trace of green smoke rose up, and it spontaneously ignited.

The flame suddenly rose, revealing the true nature of the match.

After a few seconds, the match burned out and turned into a pile of black ash.

what's the situation

The little wizards were all shocked. They thought it was over, but they didn't expect there would be a sequel.

"Mr. Malfoy, could you please explain what is going on?"

Professor McGonagall had a dark look on her face because she felt she was being played

Malfoy was also stunned, um, that's not right, I didn't add this effect.

This match can also add drama to yourself

"Well, Professor, I don't know for sure. Maybe it felt too ashamed to be watched dancing, so it collapsed."

Professor McGonagall: "............"

Do you believe this reason when you tell it?

"Anyway, I can be considered successful. After all, you didn't say how long it would take to change..." Malfoy beeped quietly.

Professor McGonagall only felt that she had encountered the biggest challenge in her teaching career.

Because she had never had such a strong urge to commit a crime against an underage wizard.

Malfoy came over and gave me a blow to separate me first.

However, Professor McGonagall resisted this impulse with her strong professionalism.

She tried her best to show a bright smile, but it seemed that she was smiling:

"Of course, congratulations, Mr. Malfoy, you managed to score five points for Slytherin."

Malfoy felt something was wrong, but couldn't put his finger on it.

However, since there is no default, that is a good thing.

"Thank you for your generosity, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy smiled.

At this time, the surrounding Slytherin students applauded and cheered for him.

"Malfoy Malfoy"

Malfoy waved enthusiastically to the little wizards, like a big star meeting a fan.

However, some people didn't want to keep him happy for too long.

As soon as Malfoy put down his hand, he heard Professor McGonagall sneer and say:

"Mr. Malfoy, now, let's talk about compensation after you destroyed the teaching tools."

What the hell

Teaching equipment compensation

Malfoy was dumbfounded.

"I don't quite understand what you are talking about when I destroyed the teaching tools," Malfoy said confused.

Professor McGonagall was not in a hurry and slowly explained:

"The match you just practiced with is a teaching tool belonging to Hogwarts. Now it has been completely damaged and irreparable due to your improper spelling. Shouldn't you compensate?"

Malfoy was stunned. There was such an operation.

Isn't this a disposable item? The Hogwarts family is so prosperous but still lacks this little money.

But he didn't panic, it was just a match, how much money could he have.

Thinking of this, he asked casually: "How much is it, I'll pay it."

Professor McGonagall smiled as if her trick had succeeded, and said a jaw-dropping figure:

"200 Galleons."

what'sthe

Malfoy couldn't believe his ears, "Professor, you added two extra zeros."

"You heard that right, it's 200 gold galleons."

"You think I'm stupid for having such expensive matches? You're just blackmailing me, okay?"

Malfoy doesn't want to be taken advantage of, and diamond-encrusted ones aren't that expensive.

Professor McGonagall: "Don't get excited yet, Mr. Malfoy, let me explain it to you first."

"Do you think every match here is an ordinary match in the Muggle world?

Oh, let me see, it’s true.

But each one of them is carefully selected and subjected to countless exquisite magics by wizard craftsmen before it can be selected into Hogwarts as a teaching tool.

Do you know how many years these matches have been circulated? They have been passed down for more than 200 years since the last principal took office.

Each match has withstood thousands of castings, but can survive unharmed. Isn’t this indomitable spirit worthy of admiration?

They have long surpassed their own value, but as a cultural inheritance, witnessing the glorious starting point of generations of great wizards in the Transfiguration class at Hogwarts.

One of them might have been used by Dumbledore.

Last time the American Magic School sent a delegation to visit and study, I also took them to observe these matches, so they are still cultural markers and priceless treasures.

To be honest, I am planning to submit an application to the Ministry of Magic these days to have these matches numbered and officially become the tangible cultural heritage of Hogwarts.

So, you destroyed not only a match, but also the honor of Hogwarts

..........

Mr. Malfoy, I have said so much, can you understand?"

Malfoy: "......"

why

Why did he know every word Professor McGonagall said, but why couldn't he understand how to connect them?

Match material cultural heritage

What kind of bullshit logic is this conclusion based on?

Even if you are a professor, you still have to talk about the Basic Law, okay?

Although he was unable to refute, Malfoy was not going to compromise just like that. He suddenly thought of something and said excitedly:

"Wait a minute, I just saw Seamus Finnigan explode during practice. Why don't you let him pay? It's not fair."

A little brown-haired guy in the crowd touched his head in embarrassment. There was still black ash left by the explosion on his face.

Professor McGonagall did not panic at all and said calmly:

"Although Mr. Finnigan made a mistake, his match was good, with only a little burnt.

I also want to ask you, Mr. Malfoy, how did you manage to destroy the matches so cleanly?

Obviously, even the restoration spell won't work. "

Malfoy: ""

You ask me, who am I asking? I still want to know

"Professor McGonagall, just tell me what you want to do. As long as you don't lose money, you can do anything. I want to be quiet. My head hurts."

Malfoy gave up on the treatment, knowing that he had completely lost.

This woman is scarier than he imagined

Professor McGonagall did not feel dry after talking so much. On the contrary, she smiled proudly as if she had won a battle:

"Mr. Malfoy, since this is your first offense, I can make the decision to forgive your unintentional mistake. Therefore, Slytherin will deduct five points."

“Okay, little guys, that’s it for today’s class, let’s get over.

Miss Granger, please help me collect everyone's matches and bring them to my office. "

After Professor McGonagall announced that get out of class was over, she walked away without looking back.

Amidst the sighs, Malfoy fell down on his seat in despair, like a salted fish that had lost its moisture.