The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

"Children, your imagination is the most unrestrained. I often envy this. Think about how matches will be transformed into needles step by step."

Professor McGonagall has a gentle tone, and he is not angry when he sees the children conjure up some weird things - Sissy's steel bars, Helen's pillows, and even Dickie conjuring a naked butt for that match.

The essential thing to learn the Transfiguration Charm is imagination, but the imagination of these children is too wild and unconstrained, which is hard to control.

Sissy clenched her lower lip tightly and worked hard, and finally turned the match into a um... what is it? It should be like chopsticks, one end is sharper.

I am afraid it will take some effort to grind iron chopsticks into needles.

With 5 minutes left, Professor McGonagall called a timeout, emphasizing again several rules that the Transfiguration spell cannot be abused:

1. For the safety of your lives, you must not try to use the transformation spell on yourself or others at this stage;

2. It is not allowed to change objects into other shapes to tease classmates (for example, turning a quill into bread, tricking others into chewing on mouth hair)

3. Do not practice in crowded places to avoid accidental injury

For violators, Filch will give a pair of limited-edition silver bracelets and a free one-day trip to the punishment room.

Professor McGonagall left a lot of homework after class. In order to let them form an intuitive understanding of the Transfiguration Curse, the homework densely listed more than 50 simple transformations, in addition to the matches practiced in class. class, they need to select the points of attention for each transformation.

Apart from the multiple-choice questions and the basic knowledge filling in the blanks, Professor McGonagall seems to like to add a few short-answer questions at the end to find out the students' true mastery.

The dishes in the lunch restaurant are still rich. When the students are busy with class, the elves are not idle at all. They will make a different menu every day, which is delicious and nutritious.

Yogurt in British supermarkets is not cheap, but at Hogwarts, Sissy can eat unlimited supply every day, and can add jam, nuts or cocoa chips according to her own preferences.

During the lunch break, the four of them found a stone bench, squatted down and finished the homework left for the Transfiguration class.The students passing by looked at them with strange eyes, but seeing the four badges of Eagle Academy pinned to their robes, they walked away without any surprise.

In their eyes, even if someone reads a book upside down in a flower bed, as long as the person belongs to Ravenclaw, it is not surprising.Not everyone in Ravenclaw is like this, this is mainly due to the seniors of the Eagle Academy.

They each have their own unique and grotesque learning methods, but the results of a few of them make it difficult for the top students in other schools to hold a candle to. Therefore, when people look at the learning methods that do not take the usual path, they naturally change from contempt and ridicule to envy.

Before the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon, Sissy was stopped by Professor Flitwick in the corridor. He had obviously been waiting here early.

"What's the matter, Professor?" Cissy was resisting to go to Quirrell's class in her heart, and she could feel the obvious beating in her temples.

Flitwick looked around vigilantly, and quickly pulled her into the dark.

"I always feel worried. Quirrell's temper suddenly changed before the start of this semester. It's better to be careful." The professor conjured a thin sheepskin glove out of thin air.

"It's really timely rain, do you want to approve me not to go to his class?" Sissy thought to herself, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and she was trembling at the thought of having a class with the garlic-flavored Voldemort in a while.

She swallowed, took the gloves and asked tentatively: "Does Professor Dumbledore know about his abnormality?"

Professor Flitwick nodded, "He seems to know, but he didn't reveal anything. The headmaster asked me to bring you the gloves, and he told you not to take them off during the defense class."

Sissy tilted her head and thought about it, she was obviously afraid that the red beads on her hands would be exposed, but fortunately she never mentioned this to others.

"Okay, I'll wear it properly, but," Sissy frowned and looked at her right hand, "doesn't it look weird?"

The weather in September made her wear a sheepskin glove to class, and it was hard for others not to notice.

"Oh, oh yes, it's easy to solve." Flitwick slapped his head and swung his staff to hide the gloves. "That's enough. No one can see it after you put it on. It will automatically return to its original shape when you take it off."

Sissy tried it. If she looked closely, the glove when she held the wand would create a gap of a few millimeters between her palm and the wand, which would be difficult for others to notice under normal circumstances.

Flitwick heaved a sigh of relief, and hurried to his class after explaining something.

Sissy walked into the classroom feeling uneasy.The roommates surrounded her curiously and asked, but she couldn't tell the truth, so she could only fool around.

Not long after, Professor Quirrell, who was wrapped in a thick purple turban, walked in, and the strong smell of garlic permeated the classroom.

"Hi, hello, I'm—it's Quirrell." He stood on the podium, twisted his body, and stammered.

Some of the students are still covering their noses. Why is this teacher not only smelly but also stuttering?

After seeing the strength of Snape and McGonagall, no one thought that there would be such a weak and helpless teacher, but they were silently relieved at the same time, at least they don't need to be afraid of him, right?

With such thoughts, Quirrell's weird behavior seemed funny and interesting to them, but Sissy wondered if he was pretending, or was really frightened by Voldemort at the back of his head.

Professor Quirrell didn't talk much in the main class. The students were curious about his turban, and some naughty climbed to the table to tear it off to see what happened. Quirrell seemed to have eyes in the back, and suddenly avoided it.

According to him, the turban was a thank-you gift from an African prince during his travels.

Sissy held her head and tilted her legs and looked at it dismissively. Of course he didn't dare to let someone take it off. He lent his body to someone as a temporary Horcrux. I really don't know what happened in the forest.

Just took time out to accumulate practical experience in Defense Against the Dark Arts;

Just ran all the way to Albania;

He happened to meet vampires, wizards, and Voldemort who was parasitic on small animals, and became his servant;

Harry happened to come to school this year, and Quirrell was a teacher at Hogwarts.

How can there be so many coincidences in the world?

Presumably, some people's careful planning was indispensable behind this bad relationship, and Quirrell was selected to be a tool man.

And Dumbledore asked Hagrid to take out the Sorcerer's Stone, gave hints about the corridor on the fourth floor when the school started, and now specially sent gloves, all of which show that he planned this countermeasure early.