Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

The Transfiguration classroom turned into an early morning vegetable market. The sounds of little wizards chanting spells could be heard one after another, just like the vendors shouting at each other.

Glenn's basic transformation technique has long been upgraded to the proficient level, and tricks such as changing a match into a needle are of course not a problem.

The golden mean is that going too far is not enough.

The mistake in Professor McGonagall's eyes was simply that he made it intentionally and directly imagined the image of a toothpick in his mind.

In the eyes of others, you are successful, but not completely successful.

This is exactly the result that Glenn wants. He can let the professor see his little talent without becoming the focus of the eyes of his classmates, the best of both worlds.

He followed his classmates, making pretentious gestures, and smiled secretly in his heart.

The life of a top student is so simple and boring.

Qiu sat in the back row and poked Glenn's back with her little hand.

"How did you make the matches change..." The little girl puffed up her cheeks and looked at him aggrievedly, her big Kazilan eyes flickering.

Glenn looked at her and couldn't help but smile like a kind aunt: "You try again, and I'll take a look."

Qiu nodded repeatedly, rolled up her sleeves, revealing a pair of bright wrists that could conquer frost and snow, and waved the wand in her hand.

"Transform quickly!"

The matches on the table swayed slightly without any change.

Qiu was a little discouraged, but Glenn quickly encouraged her.

"Actually, the shaking of the match is already more than half of the success."

"Really?" The girl's eyes lit up, then dimmed slightly, "Then what is my problem?"

"Well..." Glenn pondered for a moment and found the crux of the matter.

"Professor McGonagall just said that the action when waving the wand is very important. If you recall her demonstration just now, you must be decisive enough."

In fact, Qiu had successfully activated the magic power in his body, but he was not confident in waving the wand and his wrist became weak, causing most of the magic power to escape.

At this time, Qiu was not as lacking in self-confidence as she was later. She tilted her head and recalled it before trying again.

"Transform quickly!"

The wand waved and made a "whisking" sound.

The invisible magic power hit the target, and the match trembled and began to change. The ignitable end became thinner and pointed visibly to the naked eye, and a small hole appeared at the tail.

"Did you succeed?" Qiu was a little excited.

Professor McGonagall happened to come here at this moment, showing an expression of surprise.

She picked up the almost needle-shaped match and looked at the color carefully. There was a slight hint of silver on it.

"What a great talent, Miss Zhang!" She returned the match to Qiu with a satisfied smile on her face, "It's just a little bit short. As long as you practice more, it won't be long before you can completely master this transformation."

"Thanks to Ge..." Qiu blushed slightly and planned to tell Professor McGonagall about Glenn's achievements in teaching her, but she saw Glenn shaking his head at her, "Your teachings."

She forced to swallow the second half of the sentence and replaced it with thanks to the professor.

"I'm going to give Ravenclaw another five points!" Professor McGonagall encouraged and turned to focus on others.

"Thank you!" Qiu thanked him with a smile, and then expressed his doubts: "Why don't you let me tell the professor that you helped me?"

Of course Glenn can't say that he just wants to be a bastard.

"If you give me the credit, will Professor McGonagall give more points to the college?" He replied with an excuse he had already thought of.

The system's toneless voice sounded again.

Important character, Qiu Zhang, friendship level 10, exchange currency 500.

Add so much at once?

Glenn was like a dragon who had discovered a treasure, and his greedy eyes turned to Eddie and Marcos, who were waving their wands like baboons.

"Do you need my help, dear old guys?" He said to the two of them with a smile, and two gold coins seemed to appear in his silver eyes.

The actor Marcos felt a chill running down his spine, but he couldn't figure out why.

Business genius Eddie was keenly aware of a familiar aura. The look in his roommate's eyes at this moment looked like the way his profiteer father looked when he met a fat sheep.

...

"Eddie, there's something wrong with the pronunciation of your spell. It should be 's', not 'z'."

"A wand is not a bat, be gentle, Marcos, don't act like a bat!"

...

The supporting character, Marcus Belby, has a friendship level of 20 and an exchange currency of 100.

The supporting character, Eddie Carmichael, has a friendship level of 20 and an exchange currency of 100.

The supporting character, Marietta Acmo, has a friendship level of 10 and an exchange currency of 50.

...

If I want to be willful, I will be willful. If I want to be stubborn, I can be stubborn. Let’s see what you can do to me.

If I don’t want to be hesitant, I won’t be hesitant. If I don’t want to be confused, I won’t be confused. What could be more inflated than this?

During the break, Glenn, who had gained a lot, hummed an off-key ditty and looked at the course schedule with excitement.

Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Potions...

A wave of friendship is approaching...

In the afternoon there were two consecutive Charms classes, together with the new students in Slytherin.

Professor Flitwick was short and could only reach the desk by standing on a pile of books.

After the routine roll call, he began to open the door to the world of magic to the little wizards.

Unlike Professor McGonagall, his classroom atmosphere is not depressing and serious, and is even a little loose. Coupled with his not-so-ferocious personal image, this has led to some unharmonious voices in Slytherin's rich second-generation circle from time to time.

came.

"Hey! Did you know?" A strong freshman said to a few people around him, "I heard that Flitwick is a mixture of goblin and wizard!"

Those people immediately became interested and started discussing with him. Their voices were not loud, but they did not cover up.

Glenn couldn't help but frown at his impudent look.

Professor Flitwick did not stop them like other professors or deduct points from Slytherin House. He just glanced at them lightly and continued to explain the basic knowledge of Charms.

But this kind of tolerance made them talk and laugh even more unscrupulously.

"There are many reasons why a spell will lose its original effect, including breaking spells and some special circumstances. For example, magical creatures that are naturally resistant to magic..."

Professor Flitwick's explanation was diverged from the boring content of "Standard Spells - Elementary", and coupled with his unique understanding, the students who listened carefully benefited a lot.

"Kaka..."

There was an inaudible sound, and a chandelier on the ceiling of the classroom became loose and swayed slightly.

Under this chandelier are the rich second generations of Slytherin.

They were still immersed in their interesting topics and the professor's indulgence, without paying any attention to the imminent danger.

I don't know if it was the ability given by the system, but Glenn keenly felt a faint fluctuation of magic power.

One end is connected to the chandelier. And the other end...

From the seemingly random wave of the wand in Professor Flitwick's hand.

Sure enough, none of the professors who have been able to teach at Hogwarts for so many years are fuel-efficient.

They are all old foxes!

(I feel like after this chapter is published, some readers may say that Flitwick’s character design is OOC. But I personally really like the character of Flitwick. There is too little ink in the original book, so I want to write more subplots.

Describe him. Don’t worry, the little professor will never hurt his students in this way!)