Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Wood: I'm Panicking (Edited)
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Crack!"
The classroom was engulfed in smoke and fire, and the senior mages reacted quickly to defend themselves. Those who knew the protego charm cast it on themselves and their classmates, those who were skilled in transfiguration immediately sealed the space above their heads and thickened the wooden walls, and those who knew nothing else moved to the corner to stay out of the way.
Wood, who had already flown out the window, gasped: he'd heard of Fred and George's work, but had never tried it in an open space, and today was the first time he'd used fireworks from the Weasleys twins. Now, did it seem a little too powerful?
He swallowed saliva and a few beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Professor McGonagall was a bit distracted in class today, she was distracted and felt like something bad was about to happen. Just as she was about to leave the lectern to watch the students' transformations, a popping noise was heard from upstairs, which sounded a bit like fireworks....
The little wizards on stage caused chaos at their desks. Their task today was to turn the teacups into mice, and some of the young witches had already succeeded. But the noise from upstairs had alerted the mice and the mix of mice and teacups on the tables, and the mice were running, the teacups were spinning, and the classroom was in chaos.
"Stay here!" said Professor McGonagall and hurried off.
Fred and George looked at each other in the classroom.
'Fred, why did that sound just now sound so much like a firework?'
'Yes, it was a Weasley firework, George.'
With a glance, they were both sure it was their product from upstairs doing the trick. They both felt instantly energized.
"From the sound of it, it looks like someone is using a vanishing spell on the fireworks." whispered Fred to George.
"Merlin will bless him, but I'm really looking forward to it, I wonder what a firework hit by a vanishing spell would be like, we've never seen one explode indoors."
Fred nodded thoughtfully. Although there were tests before the product came out, they didn't dare do them in their humble abode! They'd rather do it in Snape's office than at home; after all, Snape couldn't kill them, but Mrs. Weasley could.
At this point they were both full of anticipation, just waiting for Professor McGonagall to return with more to say.
Professor McGonagall was not long in arriving at the scene of the incident,
A cloud of smoke was billowing out of the classroom door, and there were already several students standing in front of the door who had heard the noise and had come over to see what was going on.
"Get back!" Professor McGonagall felt her blood pressure rise, "Mr. Brown, five points off for Ravenclaw, and you, Miss Berthold and Mr. Thomas! Five points each for Gryffindor and Slytherin!"
All the little wizards present, were surprised by Professor McGonagall subtracting points.
After clearing a flurry of little wizards from the door, Professor McGonagall's momentum peaked. If she can show a ring of energy behind her, then Professor McGonagall's energy must be full at this point.
She entered the smoke-filled classroom, where the smoke obstructed her vision, so she waved her wand and blew the smoke out the window. Through the window, he naturally saw Wood outside the window.
Oliver Wood: weak, helpless, but especially capable of causing trouble.
Professor McGonagall's face gradually turned ashen. By now the smoke had cleared from the room, and the smoke from the window blew on Wood, disturbing him, but he dared not move.
The smoke had cleared and the scene inside appeared before Professor McGonagall's eyes, the puppet the [Sister] standing in the center of the classroom, unharmed and apparently safe by Professor Flitwick's protego charm.
Professor Lockhart, standing next to the [Sister], was badly embarrassed: his hair looked as if it had been set on fire, his robe was in tatters, and blood was oozing from under his skin. The flesh of the three-headed dog was so thick that the smoke and fire hardly hurt him, but his clothes were ruined. There was a roar from the back of the classroom, and a dozen small quail-like wizards emerged from behind the crumbling wooden walls.
Tom spun the disk in his hand.
"Episkey!" "Aguamenti!" "Repair!"
Tom cast all three spells quickly, cleaned himself up a bit, dressed his wounds, and fixed his robes.
Professor McGonagall looked at Tom, wanting to know what was going on, and Wood came flying in with his head down. Professor McGonagall gave him a stern look and made him stand by the window.
At this point, Wood was even thinking about hopping on his broom and running away from Hogwarts.
Tom gave Wood a big grin as he finished, "Excellent idea, excellent! Ten points for Gryffindor."
Professor McGonagall: "???"
"I'm a little confused..."
"I've been doing practice with Mr. Wood, so I've been making a bit of noise." explained Tom to Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall looked around the classroom as if she had been bombarded, with a "I believe you" look on her face.
"That's good, that's a good way to turn the tide," Tom patted Wood, who had a blank stare, on the shoulder, "You've improved, but remember you can't do this in exams."
At Tom's admiration, Wood's face perked up: as if he could still be saved...
Tom looked at Professor McGonagall, "Professor, I need you to tidy up the classroom with me, the lesson will continue. But I can vouch that Oliver Wood has done nothing to break the school rules."
Professor McGonagall nodded, "If Professor Lockhart says so, then you won't be grounded this time, Wood...".
Oliver Wood felt a surge of ecstasy, he had just thought he was going to get at least a week's punishment, not even Fred and George had blown up a classroom, but he was actually safe on the floor, and he shot Professor Lockhart a grateful look.
"But," like any teacher, Professor McGonagall liked to put the buts after what she really meant, "Can you tell where those fireworks came from just now? I can't imagine what they'll be doing in a couple of days."
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In the end, he stammered for a long time without giving the Weasleys twins away, offering instead the shocked response of "I found them." Professor McGonagall shook her head, knowing without asking where it came from, just to get conclusive evidence from Wood.
Now she came to her senses: this pyrotechnics is a marvel! It was very interesting to see the power increase tenfold when hit by a fading spell.
Of course, students who broke school rules were to be punished severely. Professor McGonagall was determined to give Fred and George a piece of her mind when she had the evidence.
But she couldn't delay any longer, after all, she and Professor Lockhart had to get on with their lessons. She pulled out her wand and worked with Tom to restore the setting. It was then that she noticed the wooden wall.
"Very good Transfiguration, Professor Lockhart." He looked closely at the marked wall and found that the quality of the Transfiguration was quite good. Normally, the magic inside a transformed object would be disturbed by a blow and would eventually collapse, returning the object to its original form.
The more skilled the magician, the more stable his transformed objects will be. For example, if a student transforms a teacup into a mouse, the mouse will fall to the floor and return to the shape of the teacup, turning it into a piece of broken china. But if Professor McGonagall did this, the mouse would not return to the shape of the teacup, but would squeak in fear.
Tom's wall, which had been hit by the fireworks countless times, had not disintegrated, although the side facing inward had been reinforced by the students themselves. But Professor McGonagall found it interesting that the outer layer had held for so long without disintegrating.
She didn't have much time to prepare.
"Excellent quality," Professor McGonagall said, feeling the scars on the walls and restoring them to their original shape. The scars that had appeared on the walls did not transfer to the tables, which remained as they were. As long as the magician's magic could resist, the objects would remain as they were before the transformation. It is the magician's magic that prevents the objects from changing the way they should. Of course, this is only possible with a good magician, but a normal magician would not be able to do it.
After cleaning up the classroom among everyone, Professor McGonagall left, and Wood walked timidly to the corner, standing next to his classmates. Percy, who was standing next to him, asked quietly, "Did you get these fireworks from Fred? Where did you get them?"
Wood began to study the pattern on the ceiling.
Percy shook his head and prodded Wood again, "Got anything else in there? Something quieter, I might need it for the duel later."
Wood gave Percy a look of utter surprise, as if this was the first time he had met him.
"Alright, anyone else want to come up for a try? Let's hurry..." Tom walked back up to the podium and looked at the students. Percy was a little anxious to give it a try, but held back. He needed to get some supplies from Wood before he went up, and besides supplies, he had to think about how he was going to fight.
A rather pretty and arrogant looking blonde Slytherin girl stepped forward. Her name was Cassandra, as Tom remembered.
She walked slowly towards Tom and gave him a graceful salute.
"Come on, Cassandra!" Tom stepped back, as Cassandra waved her wand, forming a wall of flames in front of herself, impressed by the flock of birds that had hit Wood several times in a row.
...
"That's it for today's lesson, remember to read the handout I gave you after class." Tom looked out the door into the crowded hallway, a little dazed. It had been ten minutes since the end of class, but the students still didn't want to leave, because the fight with [Sister] was so much fun!
Tom had to quickly finish off the little stage magician with a flurry of moves, and then announced that the class was over, "We have to go to class later!". He kicked them all out with that excuse.
Chapter 143: Chapter 143: Meeting Hogsmeade for the first time (Edited)
Tom's session on Defense Against the Dark Arts was a great success. The performance was the fact that the students took it upon themselves to delay the class, which is a very rare occurrence. To the best of their recollection, no other subject had ever had such an occurrence.
No class lasts forever. The only thing that can end a teacher's delay is the next class and the arrival of the next teacher. The delayed class is one of those rare deals in the world where the seller increases the quantity and the buyer is not happy.
In a forty-minute class, a five-minute delay is an eighth of a teacher's raise. Does a five-minute delay make the teacher overtime? Not really. The teacher's break also takes away from the students' bathroom breaks, but it also takes away from the teacher's own break: school schedules are arranged in such a way that the teacher's classes are numbered together as much as possible, for example, the first hour in the morning in class one and the second hour in class seven.
The teacher was not obliged to continue teaching at the end of the class, he could simply leave the class at the end of the day and go. It is a strange thing, because it is the teacher's responsibility to do what is best for the students, but it is still a point of complaint for the students.
All teachers, wholeheartedly, don't want to be held back: it's so nice to have that time to go back to the office and have a drink and go over the phone! But there is a lot of uncertainty in the classroom. Often, even the most experienced teacher can't guarantee that he or she will be able to finish the lesson before the end of class, because some student may ask an odd question, or there may be a gap of a few minutes because of a delay somewhere. There is a lot to cover in each lesson. You can't move it to another class because you don't know if there's going to be a new mess in the next one, so you'll have to drag it out.
The only way to avoid procrastination is to be like Tom, a monster: when the bell rings, no matter where you're talking, just stop anyway, put the book away, and walk away.
Haven't you covered everything for the final exam? That's fine, I'll take it out of the final exam. It's none of my business if students don't learn what they should. This is what many European teachers do, they don't finish the new class a week before the final exam, so they work overnight to change the scope of the exam.
But the good thing is that they teach the same old stuff and don't use it on the job.
The older wizards in the classroom filed out, but were stopped by the younger wizards at the door, who asked what the noise was about.
"Wood, did you make that noise?" Fred and George also made their way to the front, winking at Wood.
Wood had just nodded when his face changed and he saw a familiar bow in the distance moving quickly towards him, like the dorsal fin of a shark on the beach,
He immediately said to Fred, "Go away, Professor McGonagall is coming!"
Fred and George, who had fought with Filch for four years, were as quick as two loaches and disappeared without a trace as soon as they heard the words.
But Fred and George's departure did not empty the corridors, and the young wizards still huddled around their elders. Each of them sought out the elders of their House and asked them for the truth, all the while casting curious glances at the [Sister] in the classroom.
They completely blocked the entrance hallway. The students who didn't have classes were fine, but those who had classes were a bit anxious, feeling closer and closer to being late, but having to smile stiffly and give the seniors the benefit of the doubt.
But then came a cold voice, Cassandra's, who had arrived behind Wood. She cast a dismissive glance at the noisy students and said coldly, "If you're all right, don't block the way, I have class later and I don't want to be late for such ridiculous reasons."
The other seniors struggled to get out of the way as they were being teased by their younger siblings. Cassandra turned out to be the villain for them, which was just what they wanted. So none of them stood up to contradict Cassandra's words, or at best rolled their eyes in silent protest.
The chaotic students froze for a moment, they were so overwhelmed by the schoolgirl's presence that they silently parted to let the pretty blonde pass, while the rest of the students took the opportunity to walk away.
Cassandra stopped suddenly, seeing her sister, Cassandra Wray, on the outskirts of the crowd. Her sister was the spitting image of her, with her beautiful blonde hair, elegant Slytherin robes, and arrogant look. Cassandra Wray is currently in her third year in Slytherin house.
"What are you doing here? The House of Wray doesn't hang out with the common people." He looked at his sister and said in a reprimanding tone.
"I only have Professor Lockhart's class next hour."
"Very well, pay attention, Professor Lockhart is a very good teacher, you will benefit greatly." He paused, "If possible, you can ask the professor to confront you privately with [Sister] after class."
With those words, he left the hallway without looking back, leaving only a faint scent behind him.
...
When the students returned to their Houses from battle classes, the fact that Professor Lockhart had created an alchemical puppet, the [Sister], soon became a hot topic of discussion in the school.
The battle puppet was very beautiful and powerful, and thanks to Professor McGonagall's skill, the puppet was very realistic. Many young wizards wanted to see the puppet, but Professor Lockhart refused all their requests. He needed to recharge the puppet because the magic stored in it had been depleted.
This added to the mystery of the puppet the [Sister]. Some of the young wizards went so far as to swear that the [Sister] was a real girl who had been seriously injured in an accident and was in danger of death. But she met the world-traveling Professor Lockhart, and to save her life, he alchemically created a new body for her, one that is immortal and has the power of magic!
The story is well told, and the young wizards have arranged the materials for the puppet. One young magician, who had read many books, was quite sure that the puppet was made from a mysterious plant from the East called "Lotus Root." He produced a book in which it was said that the people of the East had been using Lotus Root to make bodies of children who had died prematurely 3,000 years ago, and that the new bodies were so powerful that the children were able to slay dragons in the sea.
This hypothesis was immediately accepted, because Lockhart had actually been to the East. And since [Sister] was so powerful, she must have been able to slay dragons, according to the descriptions of the elders, so she must have used that material.
Although Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick came forward together to say that they had actually made the [Sister], and Tom himself repeatedly said that he had only made a small contribution, the rumors were not dispelled.
In the midst of all this hustle and bustle, Saturday arrived.
Tom had been at Hogwarts for over a year and hadn't been around Hogsmeade much. The only interaction he had had with Hogsmeade was at Hogsmeade station. Tom hadn't been able to go in first year, and now that he could go, he hadn't had the chance to go because of all the things he had to do.
But this weekend, he had to go anyway. He had lost a bet to Miss Granger and needed to buy a box of chocolates, something that involved a whole box that couldn't be taken away from Professor Flitwick, which was not conducive to a harmonious collegial relationship.
Professors have a privilege over students in that they can travel to Hogsmeade whenever and wherever they want. Regular students, who have permission from their parents or other guardians after their third year, are only entitled to visit on weekends. Of course, Monday through Friday, teachers were hard pressed to work, so even if they had the right, they would not be in Hogsmeade Village on weekdays.
Tom got dressed, walked across the courtyard to the main gates of Hogwarts and headed for Hogsmeade. But no sooner had he exited the castle than he saw Snape, dressed in a black robe like a large bat.
"Professor Snape, are you going to Hogsmeade too?" Tom was a little surprised that Snape, who had been in the basement creating potions, was going to Hogsmeade, and that he had bumped into him, what a coincidence.
Snape gave him a cold look, "The potion materials I ordered have arrived."
Tom realized that Professor Snape had gone to restock, after all, the thief had stolen some of the materials he had in storage.
"Professor Snape, you might want to put an anti-theft spell on your stockpile." Tom gently warned that these potions, in the wrong hands, would be a disaster. He, Tom Yodel, was willing to help Mr. Snape and save it for him.
Snape snorted coldly, "That stupid thief is probably a rotting, stinking corpse by now. The boneless eel jerky he took was actually soaked in the poison of an Acromantula, hehe." Snape laughed coldly, without a trace of warmth in his eyes.
Tom: "..."
I almost believed the story when it was made up. He hadn't eaten the jerky he had taken from Snape's office to hide it from the public. He's not crazy enough to touch material with unknown effects. It's like having a bottle of sodium chloride in the lab, would you cook with it?
Definitely not.
The two walked across the courtyard in silence, and then they saw a familiar figure in front of the school gates.
"Professor Dumbledore? what are you doing here?" Tom was stunned, what wind was blowing today to make the teachers come out en masse?
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