In his sleep, he had a very magical dream. In the dream, he successfully removed the door handle of Professor McGonagall's office, squatted in the corner of the corridor and watched the furious Professor McGonagall, who couldn't help but snicker.
He was so happy that Joel in real life couldn't help but laugh.
But when he opened his eyes and the dazzling sunlight shone on his face, no matter how much he thought about it, he could not remember how he asked Professor McGonagall to leave his office.
He knocked his head in frustration and sighed.
He comforted himself that he probably did not lure Professor McGonagall out of the office in his dream, and that everything was just imagined to satisfy his own wishes.
There was only one class on Transfiguration today, and I have to say that after the expiration of his magic power, Joel became an average student again, and his performance in class was even a little poor.
But the professors at Hogwarts will not target him. Professors have to teach hundreds of students. They will only add points to those students who perform well in class, but rarely deduct points from students - as long as you
Don't cause trouble in class.
But Professor Snape was an exception. He never tired of coming to Joel's side again and again to watch him put the potion in the crucible, and deducted points from Ravenclaw again and again.
Fortunately, Joel and Eddie both crammed history of magic this week and earned a lot of points in Professor Binns' class. Although Professor Binns usually doesn't like to interact with students in class - he prefers to be on his own.
The person's voice was calm as he read from the textbook, which was quite similar to the way some professors in Joel's previous life lectured on PPT.
But Joel and Eddie couldn't help but be proactive. They kept raising their hands to express their opinions on the history of magic in Professor Binns' class. Professor Binns had to stop and let his sluggish brain spin two more times.
, only then can we understand what the two of them said.
After repeating it several times, the numb Professor Binns came to his senses and rewarded Joel and Eddie with points in every class. Professor Binns liked these two students so much that he actually remembered their names -
—Because few people will listen carefully to every one of its lessons.
Even the current headmaster Dumbledore fell asleep in its classroom back then.
Thanks to the extra points in the History of Magic class, Prefect Caitlin didn't give them any trouble during this time.
Joel and his three roommates packed their backpacks and went downstairs to have breakfast and arrive at the Transfiguration classroom.
Their task today was still to turn matches into silver needles. For students who made fast progress, Professor McGonagall also wrote a conversion spell on the blackboard and asked them to follow the conversion spell to turn the silver needle back.
Joel had no magic power, so he could only sit in the last row of the classroom, doing tricks among the students, holding his wand and striking matches while thinking about how to remove the doorknob of Professor McGonagall's office.
Eddie was also waving his wand absently and muttering the Transfiguration spell. He was thinking about how to sell an outline of the History of Magic.
But he was different from Joel. The wand held in Eddie's hand had magic power. Just now, he was stunned and lost his concentration. He waved the wand in his hand into the air, and a big hammer fell from the sky and hit Eddie's hand directly.
"Ouch..." Eddie let out a scream. The hammer in front of him was as heavy as a thousand pounds. He felt as if his hand bones were about to break.
Professor McGonagall heard the sound and turned around quickly. After seeing Eddie's miserable state, he waved the wand in his hand gently, and the big hammer left the back of Eddie's hand and flew into the air, then hit the open space next to the podium.
, making a dull sound.
"How many times have I emphasized this before!" Professor McGonagall said angrily, "Concentrate, concentrate!"
"This is the price you pay for not concentrating when you use the transformation spell!" Professor McGonagall grabbed Eddie like a chicken, "The wand will drain the magic power out of your body, and then produce various unpredictable consequences!"
"Remember this lesson, Mr. Carmichael," Professor McGonagall led him to the hospital wing. "Fortunately, your magic strength is not high, otherwise your right hand would have been destroyed by this hammer."
Although Eddie didn't feel right listening to Professor McGonagall's words, he couldn't think about these things in his mind now. The bones in his right hand had deflated, and it looked like the bones had been smashed into powder, and he
His index finger and thumb were still holding the wand lightly.
The thing that frightened him the most was that he had completely lost feeling in his right hand.
The water in his eyes quickly gathered, and he was about to cry in the next second.
Professor McGonagall glanced at him, her lips pursed tightly, and she said nothing.
The Transfiguration classroom has become a mess. One month into the school year, this is the first time the students have been exposed to such an accident.
Compared with Eddie's shattered hand bones, the explosive cauldron from Potions was nothing.
"That look is so miserable, tsk tsk tsk..." Several Slytherin students were discussing in low voices.
The students in Ravenclaw House were in a panic. Many female classmates were frightened by Eddie's tragic situation, and their eyes were filled with tears.
"Sergey, will Eddie be okay?" Alan was very worried.
"Don't worry." Sergei and Allen had just sat next to Eddie and saw his injuries clearly. "It's just a broken hand bone. It's not a problem at all for Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing."
Joel was sitting in the last row of the classroom, looking at the messy classroom, and had an idea in his mind.
His hammer is still in his backpack.
Joel realized that he had overlooked something before. Not only was there no one in the corridor on the second floor after the library was closed, but now that the students were in class, there would be no one in the corridor on the second floor.
This seemed like a perfect opportunity, and I didn't have to wait until night to do it.
Just as he was told, Joel grabbed his backpack and quietly slipped out of the back door of the classroom.
After leaving the Transfiguration classroom, he rushed directly to the corridor on the second floor and ran along the corridor. The corridor was empty. The students were either in class or catching up on sleep in the dormitory.
Joel ensured that no one noticed him along the way and arrived at Professor McGonagall's office.
He took out an indestructible sledgehammer from his backpack and smashed it against the door handle.
"80, 80, 80..." Every time the hammer hit, Joel roared in his heart, and the sound of the hammer and the doorknob colliding with each other spread throughout the corridor.
The brass door handle was extremely tough, and Joel smashed it hard several times only to deform it slightly.
"This can't go on like this..." Joel felt a little impatient. The sound of the hammer meant that he wouldn't have much time left. Filch and other professors would arrive soon.
If he couldn't break the handle, he would just break the door!
He turned the hammer in his hand sideways and hit the wooden door.