Professor McGonagall obviously did not expect that someone would break down the door of her office. The wooden door was just an ordinary structure, and it cracked open after being hit twice by the "indestructible hammer".
Joel was overjoyed and quickly stepped forward to aim the hammer at the gap and strike hard.
There was a loud noise, and a piece of wood fell to the ground along with the brass door handle.
Joel quickly picked it up, put the hammer and the door handle into his bag, and then tiptoed downstairs.
When we returned to the Transfiguration classroom on the first floor, Professor McGonagall had not returned yet, so Eddie was probably seriously injured.
Good brother!
I will definitely bring more gifts to visit you when I come back!
In the messy classroom, Joel, who was sitting in the last row, was not found to have left.
Professor McGonagall returned to the classroom five minutes later, and Eddie did not follow him. It was probably because he was seriously injured and had to stay in the medical wing for a while.
Judging from her expression, it was obvious that she was not aware that a hole had been smashed into her office door.
"Concentrate, students," she pursed her lips into a slit, "I don't want a situation like Mr. Carmichael to happen again!"
Filch suddenly ran over with a limp on crutches, "McGonagall, Professor McGonagall..."
"What's wrong, Mr. Filch," Professor McGonagall said a little unhappy, "You should know that I'm in class right now."
Filch nodded, then patted his chest with a dry palm, "A hole was broken in your office door!"
Professor McGonagall froze on the spot.
The students in the classroom were whispering, and even the Slytherin students were very interested in this matter.
Joel calmed down his breathing. He had never done anything like this in his life, and he felt guilty at this moment.
"Argus, have you found out who did it?" Professor McGonagall walked towards Filch with her chin high.
Although Joel was sure that he saw no one when he acted, he still felt nervous after hearing Professor McGonagall's words.
Filch shook his head, "I didn't see anyone when I heard the noise and rushed to the scene. I suspected it was Peeves."
Professor McGonagall didn't say anything else. She believed that it was definitely not Peeves. Professor McGonagall had worked at Hogwarts for decades and knew Peeves' character very well. He always only bullied students and did not do anything to them.
Dare to play a prank on the professor.
What's more, he and Peeves had no grudges in the past, so why would he smash his office door?
She exhaled with a sullen face, "Today's class was really full of troubles."
"Everyone, please stop holding the wands in your hands first." Professor McGonagall wanted to go back to the office to see if any important information was missing. With Eddie's incident today, she did not dare to let these students practice by themselves again, "This section
For the rest of the class, you will preview the transformation spell knowledge in the textbook, and leave the classroom on your own after the bell rings."
"I will receive a paper from you on object transformation spells in class next Tuesday, with a length of no less than 12 inches." After Professor McGonagall said these words, she strode out of the classroom. Filch shook his head and held his hand.
The crutches are also gone.
Neither of them knew that the person who broke down the door to Professor McGonagall's office was sitting in the classroom.
When Joel and others returned to Ravenclaw Tower after their morning classes, he finally received a notification from the system that the mandatory mission was successfully completed, which also meant that Professor McGonagall had not discovered the culprit of the incident.
He breathed a sigh of relief and took advantage of the gap between his roommates to leave the dormitory. He hid the wooden board with the brass door handle and the hammer in the suitcase under the bed. After making sure that no one would find these items, he felt relieved.
.
The next morning, he found that most of the students at the Gryffindor table had gloomy faces. They were actually sitting on their chairs eating their breakfast. They were no longer laughing and laughing as usual.
"What's going on?" Allen felt a little uncomfortable. Not only him, but also the other three college students on the long table felt uncomfortable. They were usually used to Gryffindor's noisiness, and they couldn't hear them at this time.
The laughter was so loud that it was hard to even swallow the food.
"Professor McGonagall went to the Gryffindor common room yesterday," Penello, a fourth-year student, walked up to them and sat down. "She thought some troublemaker from Gryffindor had broken down her office door.
She also warned them that if they have any personal opinions about themselves, they are welcome to talk to her in person and not to do shady things behind her back that would affect her normal work."
"Senior Penello, how do you know so clearly?" Qiu on the side asked curiously.
"Ah... Percy Weasley of Gryffindor told me," Penello forked a sausage from the table, "He suspected that his twin brother did it."
"One person is responsible for attracting attention in front of everyone, and the other person takes the opportunity to act," Penello shrugged. "Percy said that the two of them often use this trick to tease their brothers and sisters at home."
Joel was dumbfounded, having finally seen Percy's mental ability.
The Weasley twins are really sitting at home this time, and the pot comes from the sky.
He didn't dare to say much, so he ate a few mouthfuls of food and ran to the library with Sergey to continue sorting out materials.
Eddie was injured and admitted to the hospital wing, so the two of them had to increase their workload. Neither of them were good at doing things. They knew that time is money. This outline of the History of Magic was completed one day earlier.
Achieve profit one day earlier.
"Sergey, look at this place." Joel found a place in a pile of history of magic books that was different from the one written by Bathilda Bagshot. "After the establishment of Hogwarts, the four founders
The differences between people are getting bigger and bigger, and they have completely different views on whether to admit Muggle students."
"Salazar Slytherin even built a secret room under the Hogwarts castle to purify students of Muggle blood..." Joel tapped on a pile of magical histories written by other authors.
"This is not mentioned in any of these books."
Sergey let out a light sigh and took the two books of History of Magic. He frowned and read them for a long time. Finally, he shook his head and gave up the question. "We still focus on the ones written by Ms. Bathilda Bagshot. What we did before is
Something is wrong."
"These history of magic books are only used by us to expand our knowledge. The exam questions will not be based on these books. We have spent too much time on these irrelevant books."
Joel shook his head, pulled off the parchment, and revised it, assuming that the authors had forgotten this point. He had read the original work, and of course he knew about the existence of the secret room and that there was a basilisk trapped inside.
"Do you believe there is a secret room under the castle?" Joel suddenly asked.
"So what," Sergey shrugged nonchalantly and sneered, "900 years have passed. Even if there are any monsters in the secret room, they should have died of starvation. Do you believe that anything can survive for 900 years?"