Why the Flying Curse?

There are more than a dozen spells in the senior grades, which are key learning content, and it is so coincidental that it is the turn of the flying spell.

Rig nervously wondered when he was going to show his stuff.

If Rig hadn't forced the level with the Flying Charm on Professor Flitwick's level, he would now be able to perform a "Book Flying from the Bottom of Professor Flitwick's Feet" to Professor Flitwick.

Seeing Rig's eyes widen in surprise and his eyes flickered, Professor Flitwick was happy.

Although he is short, he has a bad stomach.

This was the effect he wanted, startling the unprepared Rig.

It's because he also likes to play pranks that he's always supported the study of twins.

It's a pity that because of the identity of the professor, there are few times when you can spoof.

Playing a joke with a young wizard will affect the effectiveness of his teaching.

Joking with the professor? Don't think about it, Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration isn't vegetarian.

When he first joined the company, he was chased down by Professor McGonagall in three corridors because of a joke, and he became a bantam sheep for a month.

Even if it comes back later, I still want to eat grass from time to time.

Rig looked at the cheerful Professor Flitwick, who smiled and stroked his mustache and squeezed his eyes narrowly at Rig.

"We still have to ensure the safety of the little wizard, otherwise we won't know if something is really wrong."

Even Professor Flitwick, who thought most of all, didn't think that a word from the Headmaster would stop the little wizard from wandering at night.

Each level in the corridor on the fourth floor is handled by a professor.

Hagrid and Professors Sprout opted for regular check-ins, while the busier Professors McGonagall and Flitwick opted to use a spell to remind themselves that they would sense it if the door was opened or the spell was triggered.

Last night.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick had gotten up to check the level to see which little wizard had not slept in the middle of the night.

The two professors had just met at the staircase, and before Professor McGonagall could complain about his old friend's crumpled pajamas, she received a message from Headmaster Dumbledore's Phoenix Fawkes.

With the principal's assurance, they didn't show up in the hallway, giving the boys a big "surprise".

Rig touched his nose a little embarrassed, since Professor Flitwick knew about it, then he didn't have to hide it.

"Professor Flitwick's second book is flying!"

Since Professor Flitwick took the initiative to ask, and he was still smiling so happily, then Rig was not polite.

He is really a good student who respects his teachers, and he does whatever the professor tells him to do.

Professor Flitwick opened his mouth in disbelief and threw his arms helplessly forward.

The book at his feet flew into Rig's hand with a "whoosh".

Luckily, there was a podium in front of him, and Professor Flitwick, who was about to fall, pulled the table and stopped.

Standing on a book for a long time, Professor Flitwick felt that his sense of balance had improved.

He doesn't usually fall unless he's stunned!

"You, you, you, you're ......," Professor Flitwick raised his finger speechlessly and amusefully, pointing at his favorite student of the year.

Reluctantly nodded Rig with a straight face for a long time, and Professor Flitwick couldn't hold it back, so he patted Rig on the shoulder and told him to hurry out.

Rig knew he wasn't angry just by listening to the smile in Professor Flitwick's tone.

Professor Flitwick still liked the prank a little, proving that Rig's magic prowess was still interesting.

Professor Flitwick was figuring out how to make a small stove for Rig, his favorite student.

Professor McGonagall suddenly came in to talk to him about the hallway, and Flitwick quickly hid his smile and wrote a big O on Rig's transcript with a blank face.

This is the first excellent result given by Professor Flitwick today, even Hermione is only an E.

Because she was so nervous, she forgot to shake her wrist when she did the tap dance for the second time floating pineapples.

The pineapple went straight to the ceiling of the classroom, nearly assassinating Professor Flitwick, and Hermione cried on the spot at her mistake.

Rig comforted Hermione for a long time during their lunch.

The exam that day, the Charms class in the morning, and Transfiguration in the afternoon.

After the exam in the morning, Ron was still bragging to Hermione, and he was sure that the report card this time far exceeded her expectations.

Before Ron could finish speaking, Harry, who was very discerning, shut up and silenced himself.

In the afternoon, Professor McGonagall used the Transfiguration exam to prove that Ron was still the same little spicy chicken.

Professor McGonagall read the names and let them in one by one.

It was a tough afternoon.

Students who have finished the exam are also not allowed to go out, lest they give their classmates a thorough question.

The more the little wizard took the exam in the future, the greater the psychological pressure, and Hermione, who failed the exam in the morning, had already anxiously begun to deform her hairpin as a simulation.

Rig didn't care, he didn't think there were any exams that could stump him.

Seeing that Hermione was so nervous, Rigra stared at Hermione, who was chanting words from the hairpin, and found that Hermione's hands were as cold as stones at the bottom of the black lake.

Hermione's attention drifted off the rails.

She had intended to turn that hairpin into a silver needle, but it ended up being a silver rose.

The blooming flowers are like Hermione's mood at this moment.

When she got into the classroom, Hermione was even happier.

Their exam question today is a mouse turning into a dinner plate – the more beautiful the plate, the higher the score; If there is still a rat's whisker or shape on the plate, points will be deducted.

Without hesitation, Hermione conjured a flat plate adorned with silver roses, and Professor McGonagall smiled and nodded to Hermione.

Ron entered the classroom behind Hermione, confidently raising his wand.

The rat squeaked twice, but its form did not change except for turning a cream color.

Professor McGonagall looked at Ron with a blank expression, Ron's face was as white as a wall, and Hermione nodded in satisfaction at the back of the room, feeling revenge.

Rig was the last student to take the Transfiguration exam, and Professor McGonagall deliberately adjusted the order of the exams.

Just to let her think that she must be a good student who is okay, Rig, to show the standard answer of this exam.

Hearing Professor McGonagall call to himself, Rig clenched his wand and walked into the classroom.

By the time it was Rig's turn, the sun was already setting, and the classroom was barely illuminated by the last rays of afterglow.

Ron and Harry were chatting quietly, and Hermione was silently reciting tomorrow's knowledge of the history of magic.

Rig walked up to the podium and smiled confidently as Professor McGonagall finished reading the question.

He pinched the back of the mouse's neck.

The wand was aimed at the rat, which had already begun to pretend to be dead, and the light of Transfiguration brewed in the head of his wand before detached and surrounded the rat.

The mouse, in the light, turned into a square glass tray.

On top of the tray was a colorful, realistic Hermione laughing, and a wonder peeking out of the corner.

Professor McGonagall proudly showed the entire classroom this beautiful work of art, which had nothing to do with rats at all.

Hermione stared blankly open at the tray in Professor McGonagall's hand, her face covered with a thin rouge-like flush.

She never thought that she was so beautiful in Rig's eyes, and Rig chose to conjure up her photo during the exam.

Of course, Hermione pretended not to see the wonder.

Rig looked at Professor McGonagall expectantly, waiting for the professor to give him a perfect score.

At this point, Professor Flitwick frowned, knocked on the open door of their classroom, and asked, "Professor McGonagall, are you free?" Trouble come out. ”

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