Chapter 37 The Elder Wand is out, it must be a lie
"Wake up, Harry, that's not entirely true."
Fried and George opened their mouths. They thought something was wrong at first, but now they finally knew why - as smart people, they could see the fabrication under that wonderful story at a glance. They didn't expect it at all. Lee actually took it completely seriously.
The Elder Wand, what a joke, only a brat like Ron would believe that thing exists.
"Maybe some of it isn't true... but everyone says it's not surprising what happened to Dumbledore."
Harry glanced at his still-recovering legs. Madam Pomfrey said that he had better rest for the whole afternoon, "And the truth is always the same. Firm belief, accumulate strength, never give up, never give up...and then do it again." Fight back."
"That's the truth, but... the wand in Dumbledore's hand is the Elder Wand... Mom said it when she told me, it was a fairy tale..."
"Maybe, as long as it's true," Harry said with firm eyes, "Anyway, I want to give it a try."
It was the first time since he was a child that he was the leader of a small team. The only thing he could find to guide him was Dumbledore's biography. This failure made him think a lot.
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“All the points have been deducted... When was the last time we lost all the points?”
"Three years ago, or four years ago?"
In the common room, the senior Gryffindors were not worried at all - the House Cup had been isolated from the courtyard for a long time, and it didn't hurt to lose it again.
The point is, what happened to the very Gryffindor Harry now.
"I hope it didn't hit him - one thing Gryffindors must remember is that when Slytherin is at a disadvantage, Snape will appear..."
"The second thing is, don't start a war with Slytherin at will, unless the Quidditch match comes..."
The person next to me happily added, "Because Professor McGonagall would have been a little unfair at that time..."
"The third and most critical thing is that learning is the most important..."
The sixth graders glanced at the cheerful fifth graders and said, "How do you, in your grade, sit here and chat leisurely at this time? This is your OWLS year. Have you finished your homework? You have previewed the new courses. ?Reviewed the previous content?”
"Ah, okay, okay..."
The few fifth graders who had mixed in with the crowd stood up quickly and ran towards their rooms as if they saw Professor McGonagall.
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Andrew was naturally unaware of the scene in the Gryffindor lounge, but this did not affect his anxiety during the Transfiguration class.
Even a fool can feel the solemnity of the air. From the moment Professor McGonagall stepped into the classroom, the air in the classroom seemed to have been cast by some evil spell, making people feel weak to breathe.
"Start class."
Professor McGonagall tried to show her calmness, but this was even more scary. Although there were no Gryffindors among the students present, this did not affect everyone's trembling.
Fortunately, as the class progressed, Professor McGonagall's expression softened slightly - the beans that were handed out turned into glass balls under the spell of most students, even if there were a few glass balls that looked like beans. The shape can barely be regarded as successfully changing the shape of the object.
"Ravenclaw plus three points."
"Hufflepuff plus three points."
As Professor McGonagall spoke with a sense of powerlessness, the force that seemed to be strangling every student's neck finally disappeared.
"Okay, hand in last week's homework, and then write a record of the content of this class."
Assignments were passed up one by one from behind - only then did people realize that the assignments that were supposed to be collected before class had actually been delayed until now.
Andrew, who was sitting in the front, thought about it for a moment, then nervously handed in his papers together.
"Okay, get out of class is over."
Professor McGonagall picked up the paper and left the classroom first. After the relieved students were quiet for two or three minutes, they began to leave one after another noisily as if they had just recovered.
——"Andrew Taylor?"
While Andrew was reading in the library, a senior Ravenclaw found him.
"It's me, what's wrong?"
"Your roommate said you came to the library, and Professor McGonagall asked you to go to her office."
Andrew was stunned for a moment before reacting.
"Huh? Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome, I'm sixth grader, Barry Martin."
He looked at Andrew, but with kindness in his eyes, "Hurry up and don't let the professor wait too long."
"Okay, I'll do it right away."
Andrew almost stuffed his things into his bag. He trotted to find the place where he borrowed the book and put it back (Mrs. Pince stared at him and then chose to let him go), and then walked quickly to the door. Then he started running.
To be honest, he didn't know Professor McGonagall would actually review what could barely be called a paper so early.
‘This way, we’re here. ’
He stood still, took a breath, and then knocked on the office door.
"Please come in."
Professor McGonagall's voice came, and only after Andrew entered the door did he realize that he was not the only visitor.
Two students with almost identical red hair were working on a table next to them, transcribing something unknown with deliberately pretended seriousness on their faces.
"Don't mind them, Taylor."
Professor McGonagall's tone was much more relaxed than during class, "Let's take a look at your paper."
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"Here, this theory is not rigorous. When the effects of transformation are transformed into living creatures, they are two completely different concepts..."
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"And here, over-refined deformation will cause the deformed object to be more easily destroyed by the power of the deformation..."
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It was obvious that Professor McGonagall had carefully reviewed Andrew's paper.
"In general, it's not bad. You can try these three books again. The specific reference range is..."
As the quill was writing and drawing, a new book list was issued, "Of course, don't underestimate practice. Although the effect of practice is not as significant as the magic spell, theoretical understanding can never replace practical discovery. question."
"I'll pay attention to my training, Professor."
"Well, that's it, you go to the library and borrow books first," Professor McGonagall, who sounded kind, told Andrew.
But as Andrew left the office and closed the door, he heard Professor McGonagall's ruthless voice coming from inside.
"Brother Weasley, if you use the excuse of having similar ideas to submit similar reviews again...then you can report to Mr. Filch."
The oppressive feeling came during class, and Andrew instantly quickened his pace.
(End of chapter)