I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 94 Let's Go to Entertainment Street!
More than a week passed by.

Professor McGonagall was sitting leisurely in the office, a cup of fragrant cocoa tea was steaming on the table.

She has observed and summarized the disadvantages of establishing an entertainment street in the school for more than a week, and also formally submitted an application for revoking the entertainment street this morning.

I believe that this place that hinders students' learning will soon disappear.

Professor McGonagall picked up the quilt, took a sip with satisfaction, and was about to close his eyes and rest for a while.

But then there was a knock on the door.

Professor McGonagall hurriedly straightened his back, maintaining a serious look, and said, "Please come in."

"Professor McGonagall." Red-haired Ron and Harry poked their heads cautiously and asked, "We have a question about the Transfiguration Charm, can you guide us?"

"Oh?" Professor McGonagall looked at Ron and Harry in surprise. These two boys were absent-minded in her class, so why would they come to ask for advice in their spare time?
Could it be that my changed teaching method worked?
Professor McGonagall thought about it, and couldn't help showing a kind smile on his face: "Of course, come in."

Ron and Harry hurried into the office, turned around and closed the door.

"What's your problem?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"I can't conjure the point of the needle right now," said Harry, scratching his head.

"Me too!" Ron added.

The most difficult step in turning a match into a needle is the tip of the needle.

They can turn the fire into a silver stick like a needle, but it is rare to be scratched by the needle point.

Professor McGonagall nodded and said, "Show me first, do you have any matches?"

"Have."

Harry took out a matchbox from his pocket, with the Diagon Alley Wheezes logo on it.

Professor McGonagall frowned slightly, but did not speak.

Harry took one of them, took a deep breath, and waved his wand.

Under his direction, the match changed rapidly, but stopped at the point when it finally formed a needle point.

Professor McGonagall witnessed Harry's operation, and with her experience as a transfiguration spell master, she instantly found out the reason.

She nodded and looked at Ron: "Come on, try again."

"Oh, oh, good."

Ron had a nervous look on his face.

As the lowest student in the class, practicing in front of the teacher, the mental quality is really hard enough!

Ron regretted it a little now, he felt that it was a stupid decision to ask Professor McGonagall for advice!

But there was no turning back when he opened the bow. With trembling hands, Ron took out a matchbox that also had the logo of Diagon Alley's Witchcraft and Witches printed on it, took out one, and waved his wand nervously.

His performance was much worse than that of Harry just now, and he just barely completed the transformation of the match.

In fact, his skills were similar to Harry's, but he was too nervous, causing his movements to deform.

Professor McGonagall nodded and said, "I almost know the reason for your failure."

Harry and Ron looked at Professor McGonagall expectantly.

"Both of you have the same problem, the movements are not standardized enough, and the incantations are not accurate enough!" Professor McGonagall said, "Transfiguration is a very rigorous subject, you must pay special attention to these two problems when you are beginners. "

"If there is a slight problem in any place, it will prevent you from conjuring what you want, such as the same spell."

Professor McGonagall took out a teaching match from the drawer, and she flicked it lightly with her wand.

Instead of being turned into a needle, the match turned into a rope.

"Just now, the arc of my wrist rotation was a little smaller, and the incantation was not accurate, so there was a problem in the end."

"Of course, if you reach my level in the future and can control magic power proficiently, you don't have to abide by these rules."

Professor McGonagall smiled and tapped her wand. Without seeing her make any other movements, the rope on the table turned into a silver needle.

The eyes of Harry and Ron couldn't help but widen, and expressions of amazement appeared on their faces.

Professor McGonagall was very satisfied with the expressions of the two, and she said in a comfortable mood: "Come on, you two try again, and I will correct you a little bit!"

The minute hand on the clock hanging on the wall struggled forward until it dragged the hour hand across a space.

Both Harry and Ron have made great progress, and the needles they created have gradually taken on a sharp shape.

"Okay, let's stop here today. The movements of the two of you are already standardized enough, but the proficiency is not enough. As long as you practice more, you will be able to succeed soon!"

Professor McGonagall clapped his hands and said.

"Thank you, Professor!"

After Harry and Ron finished talking sincerely, they put all the trash on the table into their pockets.

"Go ahead and ask me later if you have any questions." Professor McGonagall said.

Harry and Ron nodded, turned and left the room quickly.

It's still early, they have to hurry up and practice!
After the office door was closed again, Professor McGonagall heaved a long sigh of relief.

The boys Harry and Ron were as if they had never attended a class, their foundations were so poor that she had to correct them bit by bit!

If it wasn't for seeing the two of them coming to ask for advice for the first time, I was afraid that it would hurt their enthusiasm.

She wanted to scold them all.

Professor McGonagall rubbed his stiff face with a smile.

Tired of being a kind teacher!

It's better to be serious.

No wonder Snape was as serious as a facial paralyzed one day!
Professor McGonagall thought for a while, summed up his experience, and was ready to rest on the chair again.

But the banging on the door came again.

Professor McGonagall got up instantly, arranged her clothes, and said again: "Please come in!"

"Professor McGonagall!" A head poked in, "Is it convenient for you now? I have a question about the Transformation Curse and I want to ask you!"

Professor McGonagall looked at this familiar scene and nodded in a daze.

Are Hogwarts students working so hard now?

The sun was gradually setting, and Professor McGonagall sent away the No. 30 six batches of students who came to ask questions today.

She leaned back on the chair wearily.

Although the number is small, each student has a variety of questions.

She had to spend a lot of talking to help them correct.

By the end of the day, she felt her throat was on fire.

No!

Mine get out of here!

Professor McGonagall got up quickly. She had a hunch that there might be students coming next!
Thinking of tutoring for another half an hour, her head hurts.

She walked towards the door of the office, this was the first time she felt that the door was so far away.

With a bang, the door opened.

Professor McGonagall was relieved that she could finally escape from this place.

But seeing the scene in the corridor clearly, she was stunned.

"Professor McGonagall!" A student at the door said in surprise, he put down the hand that raised the knock on the door, "Do you have anything to do? I do."

The voice she was most looking forward to hearing in the past has now become the magic voice of chasing souls.

"Professor McGonagall, are you leaving?"

The students waiting to ask questions had already lined up from the door of the office to the end of the corridor, and made two turns outside.

When they saw Professor McGonagall open the door, they all spoke.

It was as if countless bees had been placed in the corridor, making Professor McGonagall's head buzzing.

She hurriedly said, "No, it's okay, I just opened the door to let in the air."

"That's great, Professor McGonagall, I"

There was another noise in the corridor.

"Don't worry, everyone come one by one, I will help you answer."

Professor McGonagall squeezed out a bitter smile, finished speaking with difficulty, and dragged himself back to his seat.

She actually wanted to yell!
What else to learn!

Please!

Let's go to Entertainment Street!
that is a good place!

(End of this chapter)