Hogwarts: Who taught you to transform like this?

Facing the doubts of the little wizards, Professor Flitwick gently waved his wand and motioned them to look down at the ground.

"Look...ah!"

"Merlin's beard, why am I flying!"

"Professor, what's going on!"

In the eyes of the little wizards.

The tables, chairs and them all flew up one meter high, and the whole classroom seemed to be floating in the air.

The little wizards screamed and held on to the tables and chairs tightly, fearing that they would fall down in the next second.

"Merlin, you can put us down."

Professor Flitwick said with satisfaction.

"Okay."

Merlin waved his wand again.

Now everyone could see clearly.

The tables and chairs slowly fell under Merlin's spell, and there was not even a sound when they landed on the ground.

As if they had not moved at all.

"Excellent magic control, beautifully done!"

Flitwick did not hide his admiration for Merlin.

"Only absolutely precise control of magic can achieve this, without any shaking or vibration."

"Perfect!"

"I suggest you all learn from Merlin."

"Hufflepuff gets another ten points!"

Flitwick generously adds points again.

Hufflepuff has already got back half of the points that were deducted because of Snape.

The badgers applauded excitedly.

The little lions gnashed their teeth and cried with envy.

Even Hermione, who performed so well in the morning, only got five points.

Who would have thought that Merlin would get twenty points in one class.

But they also admitted that Merlin's performance was indeed exceptionally good.

Professor Flitwick was not Hufflepuff's dean, so there was no need to favor Merlin.

So they had no choice but to hope that Merlin would not be so good in other subjects.

For example, Potions or Flying.

"Unlikely."

The little lions shook their heads and shared their own intelligence.

"I heard from Hufflepuff that Merlin made Snape lose face in the morning and exempted him from homework for a semester."

"Merlin's beard, how did he do that? I want to be treated like this."

"As long as you can answer Snape's questions correctly and make a perfect potion before he teaches you."

"Forget it, Merlin's pants, I'd rather do homework."

"It would be terrible if you anger Snape and become his material for making potions."

Merlin thought it was outrageous.

I don't know who spread the rumor, why would Snape use a little wizard to make potions.

"No, it is clearly forbidden to use wizards to make potions. Professor Snape won't do that."

"Really?"

"Yes!"

Merlin nodded seriously and refuted the rumor for Snape.

He also explained his real punishment method.

"But he will ask you to sort out his storage room."

"There may be a lot of things in there that you don't want to see."

"For example, the venom of the giant spider, the horn of the poisonous horned beast, the nails of the voodoo doll, etc..."

"Oh my!"

The little wizards were trembling with fear.

They felt that this was even worse than being used as a material for making medicine.

After all, the former only needed to die, while this one had no way to survive or die.

...

"A-choo!"

Snape, who was teaching senior students, suddenly sneezed.

He shook the potion in his hand and poured a few more drops into the crucible.

A green smoke suddenly rose, and sticky potion came out from the edge of the crucible, dripping on the ground and making the whole classroom smell of decay.

The brothers Fred and George laughed in the audience.

"Is it funny? Mr. Fred and Mr. George?"

Snape flicked his cloak, and there was no use of the wand. The traces on the ground disappeared completely, and the smell in the air also disappeared.

"Um... Professor, we just think this is a good reaction! You know, we like Potions!"

"Unfortunately, I don't understand."

Snape said indifferently.

"But since you like potions, I have a good idea."

His gloomy eyes fell on the twins' faces, as if looking at a pile of dry moon-crazy beast feces.

The twins looked at each other and realized that it was not good.

Just as they were about to argue, Snape waved his robe and turned around.

"Since you like potions so much, clean all the cauldrons before going back!"

"Oh, Merlin's beard!"

The two wailed.

There were a lot of disgusting things in today's potions, and they wanted to cry when they thought about cleaning for several hours.

But experience told them that they could not argue with Snape again, otherwise the punishment would only be heavier.

Merlin naturally didn't know the situation of the twin brothers.

According to Professor Flitwick's request, he explained the precautions of the levitation spell to a group of young wizards and got five points again and left the class easily.

Then he went to the hall with Hermione to do homework.

The reason for choosing this place is also very simple.

Merlin wanted to improve his magic power, so he specially prepared a lot of Riem beef jerky.

And you can't eat in the library.

Anyway, he didn't have homework, so he studied the same way everywhere.

It was just right to take a look at the elementary school bully doing homework.

Brown hair drooped from the side, she chewed a quill while flipping through a book, frowned from time to time, and was a little cute.

Glancing at her topic.

"On the influence of spell accuracy on the color and size of objects in Transfiguration".

"What is the significance of this paper?"

"It's because of Neville."

"What does it have to do with him?"

Merlin was puzzled.

He remembered that Neville seemed to be okay in other aspects except that he was a little forgetful.

"During the morning class, Neville forgot the pronunciation of the spell and turned the match into a three-foot-long stick."

"Is this okay?"

"He almost stabbed Harry and Ronald to death."

"Okay."

Merlin suddenly understood McGonagall's painstaking efforts.

It seems that young wizards still need this kind of paper to deepen their awe of magic.

The little witch wrote for a while, looked at Merlin again, and frowned.

"Merlin, you can't really not do any homework, right?"

"I want to write it too."

Merlin looked serious.

"But Professor Snape doesn't even let me attend the class, and Professor Flitwick thinks I'm not qualified to do homework. What can I do?" The little witch rolled her eyes and was so angry that she didn't want to talk. She was writing a paper that was more than ten inches long. And the little wizard next to her who only knew how to eat on the table didn't have to write a word. Now he still said such a rude remark, which was unbearable. Hermione simply couldn't bear it. She raised her hand and hit Merlin's arm. "Hate it!" "It's not okay to tell the truth!" Merlin stretched lazily and enjoyed the beating massage from the little witch. After a while, his ears moved and suddenly heard a low voice. "Idiot, what are you doing? You only got this little information in one day?" "No, master, this is really all." A familiar voice sounded, but I couldn't remember whose voice it was. "Did you hear any sound?" Merlin looked at the little witch. "No?" Hermione shook her head, looking normal. "It's okay, maybe I heard it wrong."

Merlin smiled and lay on the table to listen to the tiny voices coming from his ears again.

Knowing that this should be the effect of super hearing talent.

"Impossible! A little wizard who can release a perfect spell can't be just a wizard in the Muggle world."

"And this orphanage, Wu's Orphanage, it can't be here."

"The information must be wrong, Dumbledore is hiding something! Trash, go check it for me again!"

"Tonight, if I still can't get the information of Merlin Handel, you know what will happen!"

"If it doesn't work, I'll go ask in person!"

"Huh?"

With this strange name, Merlin can be sure that this is the conversation between Voldemort and Quirrell.

I really didn't expect that my super hearing talent can even hear such a secret conversation.

But why did they target me?