In his sleep, he had a magical dream in which he managed to remove the doorknob of Professor McGonagall's office, crouched in the corner of the hallway, and watched the furious Professor McGonagall snicker.

It's so happy that Joel in reality can't help but laugh.

But when he opened his eyes and the harsh sunlight shone on his face, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember how he had managed to get Professor McGonagall out of his office.

He tapped his head in annoyance and sighed.

He reassured himself that Professor McGonagall might not have been lured out of the office in his dreams, and that everything had been conceived to fulfill his wishes.

Joel is not so talented in Transfiguration, not as bad as Eddie, but not as good as Sergei.

The professors at Hogwarts don't pay too much attention to him, they give lessons to hundreds of students, and they only give extra points to those who do well in class, but rarely deduct points from students - as long as you don't mess with the class.

Professor Snape was an exception, and he was happy to come to Joel's side again and again to stare at him in the cauldron and deduct points from Ravenclaw.

Fortunately, Joel and Eddie have made up for the history of magic this week, and they have also earned a lot of points in Professor Binns's class, although Professor Binns usually does not like to interact with students in class - he prefers to read the textbook by himself without any ups and downs, which is quite similar to the appearance of some professors in Joel's previous life lecturing to PPT.

But Joel and Eddie couldn't take the initiative, and they kept raising their hands in Professor Binns's class to offer their insights into the story of the history of magic, and Professor Binns had to stop and let his nasty mind spin two more times before he could figure out what they were saying.

After a few repetitions, the numb Professor Binns came back to his senses, rewarding Joel and Eddie with points for each lesson, and Professor Binns liked the two students so much that he actually remembered their names - because few people listened carefully to each of his lectures.

Even the current Headmaster, Dumbledore, had slept in his class.

Thanks to the extra points in the History of Magic class, Prefect Caitlyn didn't bother them during this time.

Joel and his three roommates packed their backpacks and went downstairs for breakfast and went to the Transfiguration classroom.

Their task today was still to turn matches into silver needles, and for the students who were making quick progress, Professor McGonagall also wrote a transformation charm on the blackboard and asked them to turn the silver needles back according to the conversion charm.

Joel was busy among the students, wand in hand, banging on matches, but his mind was on how to remove the doorknob of Professor McGonagall's office.

Eddie was also absentmindedly waving his wand, muttering Transfiguration spells in his mouth, his mind thinking about how to sell an outline of the history of magic.

But he is different from Joel, Joel is a dry match and does not apply magic, Eddie, a rough boy, whose magic power is not properly controlled, came out of the body, and just now he was stunned and distracted, and the wand in his hand was waved into the air, and a sledgehammer fell from the sky and smashed directly on Eddie's hand.

"Woohoo......" Eddie let out a scream, the hammer in front of him weighed like a thousand pounds, and he felt like his hand bones were about to break.

Professor McGonagall quickly turned around when she heard the voice, and after seeing Eddie's tragic condition, she waved her wand slightly, and the sledgehammer flew off the back of Eddie's hand into the air, and then smashed into the open space next to the lectern with a dull thud.

"How many times have I stressed it before!" Professor McGonagall said angrily, "Concentrate and concentrate! ”

"That's the price of your inattention when using the Transfiguration Charm!" Professor McGonagall grabbed Eddie like a chicken, "The wand will drain the magic from your body, with unpredictable consequences!" ”

"Take that lesson in mind, Mr. Carmitchell," Professor McGonagall led him to the infirmary, "but luckily your magic isn't very strong, otherwise your right hand would have been scrapped if the hammer went down." ”

Although Eddie didn't quite listen to Professor McGonagall's words, he couldn't think about them anymore, the bones of his right hand had deflated, and it looked like the bones had been smashed into powder, and his index finger and thumb were still gently pinching his wand.

One of the things that scared him the most was that his right hand was completely unconscious.

The light in his eyes quickly gathered, and he was about to cry in the next second.

Professor McGonagall glanced at him, her lips pursed and she didn't say anything.

The Transfiguration classroom was already in chaos, and it was the first time that students had been exposed to such an accident for the first time in the first month.

Compared to Eddie's shattered hand bones, the previous Potions Crucible was nothing.

"That's a terrible look, tsk......" several Slytherin students whispered.

The students of Ravenclaw College panicked, and many of their classmates were frightened by Eddie's tragic situation, and their eyes were filled with tears.

"Sergey, Eddie is going to be fine, right?" Alan was worried.

"Don't worry," Sergei and Allen had just sat next to Eddie, taking a clear look at his injuries, "It's just a broken bone, and it's not a problem for Madam Pomfrey in the medical wing. ”

Joel sat in the last row of the classroom, looking at the messy classroom and had an idea.

His hammer is still in his backpack.

Joel realized that he had overlooked the fact that not only was there no one in the second-floor hallway after the library closed, but now that the students were in class, there would be no one in the second-floor hallway.

It seemed like the perfect opportunity to do it yourself without having to wait until the evening.

As soon as he said he would do it, Joel grabbed his backpack and slipped quietly out the back door of the classroom.

After moving away from the Transfiguration classroom, he rushed straight to the corridor on the second floor, running all the way down the corridor, which was empty, and the students were either in class or catching up on sleep in the dormitory.

Joel made sure that no one found himself along the way, and made it to Professor McGonagall's office.

He took an indestructible sledgehammer from his backpack and smashed it against the doorknob.

"80, 80, 80......" Joel let out a roar of rage with each hammer, and the sound of the hammer colliding with the doorknob echoed throughout the hallway.

The brass doorknob was unusually tough, and Joel slammed it a few times to deform it slightly.

"It can't go on like this......" Joel was a little impatient, the sound of the hammer meant that there would never be much time left for him, and Filch and the other professors would be arriving soon.

If he can't smash the handle, he simply slams the door!

He turned the hammer sideways and slammed it against the wooden door.