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Chapter 281 Malfoy’s “Disaster Day”

"Miss Granger, for whatever reason, you cast a Silencing Curse on your classmates. Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

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

The young Gryffindor wizard looked confused.

What is a silencing spell?
Isn't it the Slytherin banishing curse that made Malfoy turn around and run away?
The Ravenclaw students' eyes lit up. The Silencing Curse was in "Standard Spells, Level 2" and was a course for second-year students.

These studious people have been influenced by the upperclassmen in the past few days and have already previewed here, but they just don't have the energy to practice.

Judging from their own progress, if Granger is already able to cast the spells in "Standard Spells, Level 2".

Then, she must have previewed "Standard Spells, Level 4" or a higher-level spell book.

God, why did she get into Gryffindor?

She should come to Ravenclaw!

Some young wizards in Slytherin also put Hermione Granger on the list of people they should not mess with.

As for the fact that she was a mudblood, they planned to keep it in their hearts.

After all, they are not as stubborn as Mr. Malfoy.

Hufflepuff took advantage of the excitement to eat snacks secretly. They had practiced transfiguration for a while, but they were starving.

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

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

Otherwise, it will only be counterproductive.

Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "Quiet, everyone practices the Transfiguration on their own!"

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

"Finally, I appointed Mr. Potter as the acting teacher for this class. Everyone needs to listen to him. If you don't understand anything, you can ask him."

After saying that, Professor McGonagall gave Harry an apologetic look, then turned into a tabby cat and quickly ran out the door amidst the exclamations of the students.

Harry sighed helplessly, and then walked to the desk.

He pulled out his wand and pointed it towards the classroom door. The two doors trembled slightly and then slowly closed.

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

Some people know that silent spells are something only sixth graders can access, but those who don't understand seem to be unaware of their power.

"Hello everyone, I am Harry Potter from Gryffindor. I believe all of you don't know me."

"What Professor McGonagall just performed was the most complex and dangerous form of transformation - Animagus."

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

"Similarly, the conditions for the success of this kind of magic are very strict, 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 by the Ministry of Magic."

"Wow -" the little wizards exclaimed again and again, their eyes shining with admiration and curiosity.

Harry smiled, feeling that he had successfully entered the role of teacher.

"Of course, if you want to become an Animagus, you must first complete the transformation. Now I will share my experience of successful transformation..."

Harry's teaching methods were lively and interesting, and the little wizards were quickly immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

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

They felt that it would not matter if Professor McGonagall was gone, and of course Mr. Malfoy did too.

……

Malfoy, who could not speak, immediately ran towards Snape's office.

Damn red hair!

Damn mudblood!

And damn Potter!
Malfoy was pale and contorted.

He had to get to Dean Snape's office before the spell wore off because he had already thought of his words.

"The mudblood used magic on him to stop him from saying that the redhead was cheating!"

Yes, Malfoy felt that this could greatly divert Dean Snape's attention.

In this way, he could make the lie that "Harry Potter completed the Transfiguration later than him" true.

Malfoy is no fool.

Even the stupid-looking redhead can complete the transformation, and the Mudblood and Potter can even do it.

"They must have been taught by Professor McGonagall in private." Malfoy felt that he had discovered another good sentence.

Regardless of whether this is true or not, as long as Dean Snape is satisfied.

Poor Malfoy, he probably didn't know that his Head of House was a master of Legilimency.

Snape would definitely see through his poor excuse.

However, fortunately or unfortunately, Mr. Malfoy may not be responsible for such a bad future for himself. Bang.

As Malfoy turned the corner, he felt himself bump into someone's stomach and sit on the ground.

An unpleasant smell, like a mixture of garlic and mustard, almost knocked him out.

who is it! ?
Malfoy touched his aching forehead and opened his eyes to see an adult with a kind face in front of him.

He had seen this face before, Malfoy was sure of it.

Quirinus Quirrell!

Professor Quirrell was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. When he visited Hogwarts these days, Malfoy was deeply impressed by his smell and interesting knowledge.

Well, I have to keep him from finding out I'm under a spell, or he'll undo it for me. Malfoy has not forgotten his original intention and plans to leave without apologizing.

He stood up and for some reason looked at Professor Quirrell again.

Strange, where is the purple headscarf he usually wears?

Malfoy suddenly felt cold all over.

Professor Quirrell was staring at him, his eyes almost identical to the giant snake statue in front of the dormitory door.

"He saw it, he saw it! You stupid loser!"

The sound was like an embroidered iron saw rubbing against a stone, or like a rooster crowing with its neck cut off. Malfoy felt as if a knife had penetrated his eardrums.

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

"Yes, I'm sorry master, I will kill him now." Professor Quirrell was shaking all over, and without the cover of his turban, he revealed his bald head.

But the strange thing was that Malfoy couldn't see the back of Professor Quirrell's head, which seemed to have collapsed due to a heavy object.

The top of the professor's head was a little taller than an average person's, and the extra mass of flesh was constantly squirming, reminding Malfoy of the fat maggots on the dead rats he had seen when he was a child.

Malfoy whipped out his wand, but did not point it at Quirrell. Instead, like a believer who met a vampire, he used the wand as a cross and hugged it tightly to his chest.

No, this is Hogwarts, with Principal Dumbledore, Dean Snape, and Professor McGonagall.

I should ask for help!
Help!Help!
Malfoy opened his mouth, but found that no sound came out.

A silent silencing spell!

Quirrell stood up while begging for mercy. He raised his wand and pressed the tip against Malfoy's chest like a bayonet.

Dark and desperate magic emanated from him, and the tip of the wand flashed with a sinister green light.

Malfoy felt like he was being wrapped around a python, and it became increasingly difficult to breathe.

"Idiot! Idiot! This is Hogwarts! There's Dumbledore here!" The harsh voice yelled again.

"Use the Oblivion Charm, you damn idiot! I should have chosen someone smarter!"

"If I had known I would have contacted that Wormtail, he was one of the first servants to respond to me!"

Quirrell's expression suddenly became excited, "No, Master, please don't give up on me! I will use the Forgetting Curse right now!"

"Then stop your killing curse, you idiot!"

"Yes Yes……"

Malfoy's heart stopped.

Kill, killing curse?

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

At this moment, he felt that his body was torn apart and all his organs were no longer functioning.

Tears and snot were streaming down his face, and his hair, which had always been neatly styled, became disheveled.

No, I don't want to die.

Who can help me?
Principal Dumbledore!

Dean Snape!
Professor McGonagall!

Whoever it is, please help——

"Everything is forgotten."

Malfoy fell straight up in the darkness, his eyes blurred, and his hands still held the wand tightly to my chest.

"Idiot, don't forget to use the refreshing spell, you smell too strong!"

"Understood, my master."

"Add the Forgetting Curse, you idiot!"

"Yes……"

The sound faded away in the darkness, but Malfoy was completely unaware of it.

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)