"Miss Granger, for whatever reason, you cast a silence spell on your classmates, and Gryffindor will deduct 5 points."

Professor McGonagall quickly put away her smile and said to Hermione seriously.

Gryffindor's little wizard looked confused.

What is the Silence Spell?

Isn't it a Slytherin banishment to let Malfoy turn and flee?

The Ravenclaw students' eyes lit up, and the Silence Spell was in the Standard Spell, Level 2, which belonged to the second-year students' curriculum.

These studious elements have been nurtured by senior students in the past few days, and they have already studied here, but they don't have the energy to practice.

At their own pace, if Granger could already cast the spell on Standard Spell, Level 2.

Then, she must have pre-mastered the Standard Spells, Level 4 or higher.

Oh my God, why did she end up in Gryffindor?

She should come to Ravenclaw!

Some of the Slytherin wizards have also put Hermione Granger on their list of not to be provoked.

As for the fact that she is a mudblood, they intend to hide it silently in their hearts.

After all, they weren't as iron-headed as Mr. Malfoy.

Hufflepuff took advantage of the excitement to secretly eat snacks, and just practiced Transfiguration for a while, but they were starving.

"I understand, Professor." Hermione didn't refute.

She knew Professor McGonagall's character, and she had to follow Professor McGonagall for something that made sense.

Otherwise, it will only backfire.

Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction, then said, "Quiet, everyone is practicing Transfiguration on their own!" ”

"I'm going to inform Dean Snape that Mr. Malfoy left the classroom without permission, and Slytherin will deduct 20 points!"

"Finally, I have appointed Mr. Potter as the surrogate teacher for this class, and everyone needs to listen to him, and if there is anything they don't understand, they can ask him."

With that, Professor McGonagall gave Harry an apologetic look, then transformed into a tiger striped spotted cat and quickly ran out the door to the exclamations of the students.

Harry sighed helplessly, then walked over to the lectern.

He drew his wand and pointed towards the classroom door, the two doors shuddering slightly, and then slowly closing.

All the little wizards were stopped by Harry's hand.

Some people understand that silent mantras are something that only sixth-graders can access, and what they don't understand is that they don't know how to do it.

"Hello everyone, I'm Harry Potter from Gryffindor, and I'm sure none of you don't know me."

"What Professor McGonagall did just now was the most complex and dangerous of the Transfigurations—the Animagus."

"The Animagus will make you a non-magical creature, and any magical and Muggle device will detect the difference between this animal and its own kind."

"Again, the conditions for the success of this kind of magic are very demanding, and every wizard who successfully casts a spell needs to report it to the Ministry of Magic."

"According to incomplete statistics, there are only seven Animagus registered with the Ministry of Magic."

"Wow—" The little wizards exclaimed, their eyes flashing with adoration and curiosity.

Harry smiled, feeling like he had managed to get into the role of teacher.

"Of course, to become an Animagus, the first thing you have to do is to complete Transfiguration. Let me share my experience of successful Transfiguration......"

Harry's lecture method was lively and interesting, and the young wizards quickly immersed themselves in a sea of knowledge.

Even Goyle and Crabbe felt like they had learned a lot.

They didn't think it would matter if Professor McGonagall was gone, and of course, Mr. Malfoy was too.

……

Malfoy, unable to speak, immediately ran towards Snape's office.

Damn redheads!

Damn mudbloods!

And damn Potter!

Malfoy's face was pale and distorted.

He had to get to Dean Snape's office before the spell expired, as he had already figured out his words.

"The Mudbloods used magic on him to stop him from saying cheating words about the red hair!"

Yes, Malfoy felt that this would be a great distraction from Dean Snape.

In this way, he can turn the lie that Harry Potter completed Transfiguration later than himself.

Malfoy is not a fool.

Even the stupid-looking redhead can do Transfiguration, and Mudblood and Potter can.

"They must have been taught privately by Professor McGonagall." Malfoy felt like he had found another good sentence.

Whether this is true or not, as long as Dean Snape is satisfied.

Poor Malfoy, he probably didn't know that his dean was a master of dementorship.

His terrible excuse would definitely be spotted by Snape.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Mr. Malfoy may not be responsible for his own poor future.

Boom.

As Malfoy turned, he felt like he had hit someone in the stomach and sat on the ground.

An unpleasant smell of garlic and mustard almost knocked him out.

Who is it!?

Malfoy touched his aching forehead, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a kind-faced adult in front of him.

It was a face he'd seen, and Malfoy was sure of it.

Quirinus Quirrell!

Professor Quirrell, the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, was impressed by Malfoy's scent and interesting observations during his visit to Hogwarts these days.

Well, I've got to keep him from finding out I've fallen under the spell, or he'll help me untie it. Malfoy had not forgotten his original intention and planned to leave without apologizing.

He stood up, and for some reason, his eyes inexplicably glanced at Professor Quirrell again.

Strange, what about the purple turban he usually wears?

Malfoy suddenly felt chills all over his body.

Professor Quirrell was staring at him, his eyes almost identical to the serpent statue in front of the dorm room.

"He saw it, he saw it! You stupid piece of rubbish! ”

The sound was like an embroidered saw rubbing against a stone, like a rooster crowing with a severed neck, and Malfoy felt like a knife piercing his eardrums.

"Who, who's talking." Malfoy covered his ears, and the silence spell was inadvertently lifted.

"Yes, I'm sorry master, I'll kill him right now." Professor Quirrell shuddered, and without the cover of his turban, he showed his bald head.

Strangely, however, Malfoy couldn't see the back of Professor Quirrell's head, which seemed to have collapsed under a heavy load.

The top of the professor's head was a cut above the average person, and the extra mass of flesh kept wriggling, reminding Malfoy of the fat meat maggots on the dead rats he had seen as a child.

Malfoy jerked out his wand, but instead of pointing it at Quirrell, he held it tightly to his chest as if it were a cross as a vampire believer.

No, this is Hogwarts, there's Headmaster Dumbledore, there's Head Snape, there's Professor McGonagall.

I should have called for help!

Help me! Help me!

Malfoy opened his mouth, only to find that nothing was coming out.

Silent Silence Spell!

Quirrell begged for mercy as he stood up, his wand raised, the tip of which was pressed against Malfoy's chest like a bayonet.

A dark and desperate magic escaped from him, and the tip of his wand shimmered with a malevolent green light.

Malfoy felt like he was entangled in a python, and it became increasingly difficult to breathe.

"Idiot! Idiot! This is Hogwarts! There's Dumbledore here! The shrill voice shouted again.

"With the Oblivion Curse, you goddamn idiot! I should have chosen a smarter guy! ”

"I knew I would contact that Wormtail, he was the first servant to respond to me!"

Quirrell's expression suddenly became excited, "No, master, please don't give up on me!" I'm going to use the Oblivion Charm! ”

"Then don't stop your killing curse, you idiot!"

"Yes, yes......"

Malfoy's heart was about to stop.

Kill, Killing Curse?

He looked down at the glowing green wand scribbling on him.

At this moment, he felt that his body had been torn apart, and all his organs had stopped obeying him.

Tears and snot flowed down in unison, and the hair, which had been well-groomed, became disheveled at this time.

No, I don't want to die.

Who's going to save me?

Headmaster Dumbledore!

Dean Snape!

Professor McGonagall!

Whoever it is, please help—

"Forget it."

Malfoy fell straight in the darkness, his eyes glazed over, his hands still holding his wand to my chest.

"Fool, don't forget to use the Freshness Charm, your smell is too strong!"

"Understood, my master."

"Add the Oblivion Charm, you idiot!"

"Yes......"

The voices in the darkness faded away, but Malfoy was completely unaware.

Nope

(End of chapter)

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