Chapter 90 Me?
Facts have proven that Madam Pomfrey can reattach an arm intact within a minute, and can also give you a new arm in a few days, but non-medical work is not what she is good at. .
When Andrew and the others were studying History of Magic, Madam Pomfrey almost frowned at the group of little wizards who lined up and could theoretically run and jump without any illness.
You can't cut off the skin and regrow it - it works, and the treatment is fast, but I always feel like something is wrong.
She couldn't accept that she had caused wounds when the students were completely uninjured.
After struggling for a while, she finally decided to go to the professors for help - she couldn't really create wounds, right?
While the students below were waiting anxiously, the professor most closely associated with the school hospital appeared - yes, it was the Potions Professor, Snape.
Although it sounds a bit strange, the wizard's medical system is like this - healing magic accounts for half, and the rest is filled by potions.
Professor Snape happens to be an expert in this field.
However, when he saw the group of students waiting in line, Snape's anxious eyes turned into obvious disgust - the students in front of him were not at all as troublesome as Madam Pomfrey said. The attacks were all very lively, and there were also a lot of Gryffindors...
If it was to treat illnesses and save lives, he would hold his nose and endure it, but in this situation...
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"What the hell, why is it Snape..."
There were whispers among the students, but they were quickly cancelled. Even if the Potions Professor was not a student of Snape, they knew that this professor was definitely not an easy person to get along with in daily life, and he was also very good at detecting the little moves of his students.
Sure enough, just as Professor Snape glanced at the students, everyone felt his impatience and indifference.
He looked close to a student, then twirled his hands with a disgusting attitude, and then the voice sounded like a whisper with some contempt, "No problem, a little curse ink will disappear automatically in two days." ”
After saying that, with many students watching, Snape turned around and left without any hesitation.
Madam Pomfrey hurried over and tried to say something, but this made the remaining students lose their restraints.
"What do you mean there was no problem and it disappeared in two days?"
"Probably, we have to hang this stupid ink for two days..."
"Look on the bright side, at least there are no points deducted, right?"
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The students talked a lot, but it was of no use. The school hospital had nothing to do, and the professors invited did not help. Everyone could only chat and see if they should just skip class and hide.
However, during the discussion, it was discovered that something was wrong with Hal, who was at the end of the queue - why is it that everyone has words on their faces, and you have become the emblem of the school?
Not too ugly?
After a moment of judgment, the students had already dispersed when Madam Pomfrey hurried over with another professor who was willing to help.
Transfiguration is not difficult. Even if the lower grades cannot do it, it is easy for the upper grades to change their faces.
So, the next morning, when Andrew changed his clothes and went to the cafeteria after running, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.
A bunch of Hufflepuffs have the Hufflepuff emblem on their faces, a bunch of Ravenclaws have the Ravenclaw emblem on their faces, and a bunch of Slytherins have clean faces. And on the faces of a bunch of Gryffindors - there were both words and the Slytherin emblem.
? ? ?
The originally insulting word suddenly pointed to a strange place...
Many students were suppressing laughter, but did not dare to laugh out loud. Andrew sat down and found out - the Gryffindor students said that they had no ill intentions towards the Slytherin students, and that the house emblem was a personal act. As for the word changes, No problem, Professor Snape said, it will disappear in two days...
'Whoever thought of this trick is really damaging...'
But there really is nothing to say - after all, Professor Snape had something to say first...
As a result, Andrew also joined the group of suppressing laughter.
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"The idea that any of you came up with is too bad."
Andrew, who had finally survived a herbal medicine class and completed the soul masterpiece (although he could use a wand to transform an almost identical portrait, but that would not help memorize the characteristics of the herbal medicine) got a point from the professor's frown and came to McGonagall. I saw the male prefect of Gryffindor's sixth grade in the classroom office and took the time to ask.
"It has to be kept secret for now. I really can't say this. Snape is still furious."
The other party responded in a low voice - obviously, before making this provocation, the Gryffindor students collectively deliberated and decided to protect the conductor.
Although he would definitely be able to roughly guess it if he kept asking, Andrew was too embarrassed to continue asking - he was not that nosy, and he would probably be announced without asking when the momentum passed.
After all, it's not Percy. The two of them work together for a longer time - the prefect of each college is mainly responsible for two aspects, one is to assist the professor in handling affairs in the college, the other is to manage student discipline in places such as the lounge, and then They discussed their schedules, and Percy was basically in charge of the office because of his two troubled brothers and the owls exam he had to take.
"Okay, let's wait until the limelight passes..."
Andrew whispered back, but as he spoke, there was a loud noise on the door to Professor McGonagall's office.
"Please come in."
Just as Andrew suspected, there was only one person who dared to knock on Professor McGonagall's office door like this. "Ah...Isn't Professor McGonagall here?"
"The professor is in class. Is there anything important, Mr. Hagrid?"
Before Andrew could answer, the sixth-grade prefect responded quickly.
"Ah, this... is... that... um..."
Hagrid was hesitating. He probably didn't even know what he was talking about.
But in the end, he made up his mind, "It was about the dragon egg. A gringo shipped a dragon egg over, but found that the employer who paid the deposit was missing. He cursed and lowered the price of the dragon egg. I think Mai Professor Ge said the last time he corresponded with me..."
Okay, needless to say...
Andrew probably understood what was going on - the report must have been rejected. Although he didn't know which version was used, the professor probably reassured him again, probably saying that there was no suitable opportunity, and then Hagrid discovered it. loophole, and then he found a suitable dragon egg somewhere.
Are you kidding, of course this kind of thing is not possible...
But the professor wanted to comfort him, so what could he say?
Before he could think about it, the prefect next door gave him an order unceremoniously, "Andrew, go find the professor. This is an important matter."
From an angle that Hagrid couldn't see, the other party blinked desperately at Andrew.
That's okay...
Buffer, give the professor time to think, at least he won't be faced with it suddenly...
This is also the best approach at the moment.
He blinked understandingly and ran out quickly.
'This class is...well, by the way, it's a first-year class, in the classroom on the third floor...'
He memorized Professor McGonagall's class schedule in detail - after all, it was part of the job.
"Dong dong dong."
"Please come in."
Andrew walked in under the gaze of all the students and lowered his voice, "Professor, there are important guests in your office."
Professor McGonagall glanced at Andrew and found that he had a firm look on his face - he immediately knew that this was going to be a difficult problem.
"Practice on your own first."
She hurried out of the classroom, Andrew following behind - and now people were listening to what was going on.
"what happens?"
Professor McGonagall was still calm at this moment - or rather used to it.
Andrew briefly described it.
"this…"
The professor's brows furrowed - this kind of thing could actually happen to Hagrid?
“What do you think?”
She asked Andrew casually.
"I'm afraid it can't be stopped, Professor, Mr. Hagrid doesn't seem to be in a general hurry..."
"What do you recommend?"
"It's better to let him have a good time...raise him a little and let the Ministry of Magic confiscate it...anyway, the things must be smuggled items, so let's just say that the businessman was caught and confessed."
Andrew only had this bad idea - for this short distance, if he could come up with a way, he would be taking the initiative.
After all, Professor McGonagall really has nothing to teach, so if he works in another place and brings the news to him, he has done his best.
"Nonsense, it's impossible for the Ministry of Magic to confiscate it if you keep it..." Professor McGonagall shook her head, "But it's okay to let him try to raise it - but it must be sent out as soon as possible. I'll think about it again."
She nodded, "You go to the classroom and watch them. I have to make this clear to Hagrid."
"I?"
Andrew pointed to himself, "I'm also a first-year student."
"It's okay for you to watch the first-year transfiguration exercises in class. It's always safer than leaving them alone in the classroom."
Professor McGonagall obviously doesn't trust the students of his own college.
"It'll be fine in a moment, I'll be back soon."
(End of chapter)