"Damn bad old man!" On the way back, Ka couldn't help but scold, different from the previous teasing, this time it was absolutely sincere.

So for the two days of the weekend, he didn't even go to his favorite library.

Not getting an answer made him very manic, and he couldn't read the book at all.

And what happened next made his heart even more dry.

On a Monday afternoon of the following week, in Professor McGonagall's office, the crackling of the stove silenced the room.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cooper, but I can't agree to your request. Professor McGonagall rejected Carl without hesitation.

"But Professor, there are only half days of class in the first year of the week, and the rest of the day is a complete waste!" said Carl.

He had come here in the hope that Professor McGonagall would allow him to sit in on the senior class, which had not been able to keep up with his reading progress.

He can learn on his own, but self-study and having a teacher explain it are completely different concepts.

What's more, after a week of lessons, Karl found that the Hogwarts teachers were teaching at a very high level, even Snape, even though he was not interested in Potions class.

He had thought it would be an easy task, but Professor McGonagall refused so decisively.

"The afternoon is for you to do your homework, Mr. Cooper, not for you to force yourself to learn things that you can't fully understand right now, have you finished last week's metamorphosis homework?" Professor McGonagall moved out of her teacher's usual killer and checked her homework.

"Actually, I'm done, Professor. Karl shrugged his shoulders and said, pulling a roll of parchment directly from his bag and handing it over.

Professor McGonagall looked at it a few times, and instead of returning it to Carl, she put it in her drawer.

"You're not going to ask your senior classmates to do it for you, are you?" she asked with a straight face.

She had a hard time believing that Carl had written the paper.

In fact, there is a lot of homework at Hogwarts, and the assignment in Transfiguration class is to complete a paper that explains your understanding of Transfiguration, which must be at least two feet long, which means that you have to write almost two full pages of A4 paper, one page is a thousand, two pages are two thousand words, and the homework in other courses is similar to Transfiguration.

Ask yourself, even if you have to write a little more when you write on parchment, all of Nima's homework adds up to more than Carl's college thesis in his previous life, and note that this is only his homework for the first week of his first year.

Fortunately, in this life, he still has a little talent.

Karl didn't explain directly, but drew his wand, pointed to a quill on Professor McGonagall's desk, and whispered that he couldn't cast a spell silently.

It was a magic that he had been searching for a long time to find, and it was a must-have when he was a student. He wondered why no one at Hogwarts seemed to know how to use this spell.

The quill moved on its own, and the words in Carl's head flowed into words on a piece of parchment.

Professor McGonagall's face couldn't stand any longer.

In fact, the professors never thought that this group of first-year wizards could really complete their homework, the homework was just to give them a direction, and they would not really ask the young wizards to complete their homework strictly in accordance with the requirements when they were in the third or fourth grade.

But Carl didn't know that.

"What do you see, Professor?" asked Carl cautiously.

"That's not going to work!" Professor McGonagall was adamant, "I can't mess up the whole of Hogwarts because of you!"

"Are you afraid that someone will learn from me?" said Karl bitterly.

"No," Professor McGonagall said with a somewhat amused expression, not believing that anyone other than Carl would come to her for such a thing.

Giving Carl a strange look, Professor McGonagall didn't explain much.

"Alright, now, go out and enjoy the afternoon!"

If someone were watching now, they would be shocked, and Professor McGonagall, who has always been strict, would say such a thing and let a student play?

So, after coming out of Professor McGonagall's office, Carl was even more upset.

If he wants revenge, he has to at least vent.

Just around this time, Professor McGonagall, who had followed Carl out of the office, saw George and Fred.

"Weasley, if you play cards in the hallway again, I'm going to deduct your points!" Professor McGonagall said angrily, the little good mood she had just had was gone.

Standing not far away watching this scene, Carl smiled, and he suddenly thought of a good way to vent.

So, in Wednesday's herbal medicine class, Carl "missed" spilled the manure water used to fertilize and sprinkled the dung soup on the people around him, but he didn't get it at all - this is the third time he has "missed" today.

"Carl, if you do this again!" Professor Sprout was a very kind person, she liked Carl very much, but she couldn't stand Karl's deliberate sabotage three times and twice.

"You can deduct my points, Professor. Karl said sheepishly.

"Gryffindor deducts five points!" Professor Sprout looked at Carl angrily and strangely, she had never seen a student make such a request.

Carl smiled contentedly.

I'm going to deduct all the Gryffindor points!