A friendly day 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 too much is too little.

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, it is 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 his classmates, the best of both worlds.

He followed his classmates, gesticulating in a pretentious manner, and smiled to himself.

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 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 danced 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 problem.

"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 he would be later.She tilted her head to recall and tried again.

"Transform quickly!"

The wand was waved, making a "whisking" sound.

The invisible magic hits the target, and the match trembles and begins to change.The ignitable end became visibly thinner and pointed, 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, planning to tell Professor McGonagall about the credit Glenn had given her, but she saw Glenn shaking his head at her, "Your teachings."

She forced herself to swallow the second half of her 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 couldn't say that he just wanted to be a bastard.

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

The system's toneless voice sounded again.

Important character, Qiu Zhang, friendliness +10, exchange currency +500.

Adding so much at once?

Glenn was like a giant 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.

But 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 your pronunciation of the 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.

I don’t hesitate if I don’t want to, I don’t get lost if I don’t want to be lost. 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, with the new students in Slytherin.

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

After the routine roll call, he began to open the door to the world of charms 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 resulted in some unharmonious voices coming from time to time in Slytherin's rich second-generation small circle.

"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.The sound was not loud, but it was not covered up.

Glenn couldn't help but frown at the 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 more unscrupulously.

"There are many reasons why magic spells will lose their original effects, 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 top of the classroom became loose and swayed slightly.

Under this chandelier were the rich second generations of Slytherin.

They were still immersed in their interesting topics and the professor's indulgence, unaware of the impending 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 on the other end...

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

Sure enough, no professor who has been able to teach at Hogwarts for so many years can save fuel.

They are all old foxes!

(I feel that after this chapter is published, some readers may say that Flitwick’s character is OOC. But I personally really like the character of Flitwick. The original work has too little ink, so I want to write more subplots. Describe him. Don’t worry, the little professor will never hurt his students in this way!)