Chapter 442

The Gnome Charm is a complex compound spell whose difficulty is mainly reflected in the precise control of mana, which happens to be Solim's forte. Ever since Professor Flitwick gave Solim the information on the spell, he'd been working on it.

If inventing a new spell is a difficult mathematical problem, then the material given to Solim by Professor Flitwick is a complete process of solving the problem: the ideas, the steps, and the mistakes that are easy to make are all clearly recorded, which is a great help to Solim.

Despite his confidence in himself, due to Professor Flivy's warnings, Solim had no way of knowing his mastery of the spell without a practice objective. However, Solim is not too worried, the dwarf curse is not a lethal spell, even severe transformation damage is not enough to kill, anyway, the target is Umbridge, even if something goes wrong, Solim will not have any psychological burden.

There was no Defense Against the Dark Arts class for Umbridge today, but she might be able to sit in on another professor's class, which was called "investigating teacher qualifications", and Solim decided that if Umbridge showed up in his class today, he would give her a moment after class to see how the dwarf spell worked.

If Umbridge hadn't been in the audition today, Solim was going to borrow the Cloak of Invisibility from Harry, but they had been informed today that Umbridge would be auditing two fifth-year classes, one for Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class and the other for Professor Snape's Potions class. With the support of the new Education Order, Umbridge must have been eager to get back on the ground from Professor McGonagall.

Umbridge would be mistaken if he thought that Professors McGonagall and Frivy did. Maybe Professor McGonagall wouldn't pull out his wand and give her a moment, but neither would he lose face with Umbridge.

Since Umbridge was going to audit, the students arrived early. But Umbridge seemed to have arrived earlier, and she was already sitting in the corner of the classroom with a small notebook.

"Let's see how Umbridge does what she does. Ron whispered to Harry next to him as soon as he sat down.

Professor McGonagall strode into the classroom, and from the look on her face, she didn't seem to be aware of Umbridge's existence.

"All right," she said, and the classroom fell silent at once, "Mr. Finigan, please come and send your homework—Miss Brown, please take this box of rats—don't be so stupid, girl, they won't bite you, give one to each of your classmates." "

"Ahem, ahem. Professor Umbridge coughed, the stupid cough she used to interrupt Dumbledore on her first night of school. Professor McGonagall pretended not to hear. Seamus returned Harry's papers to him. Harry didn't look at him, took the paper, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief to see that he had finally gotten an "A". It's good to have Hermione, otherwise Harry really doesn't know what to do.

"Alright, students, please listen carefully - Dean. Thomas, if you toss that rat like that again, I'll lock you up—"

"Now, most of the students were able to recite the vanishing spell to make the snail disappear, and even those who still had a little bit of a snail shell left had mastered the gist of the spell. Today, we're going to—"

"Ahem—"

"What?" Professor McGonagall said, turning, her eyebrows coming together in what seemed to form a long, intimidating straight line.

"Professor, I just want to know if you received my note informing you of the date and time to investigate your class-"

"I obviously got it—or I'd have asked you what you're doing in my classroom. Professor McGonagall said decisively, turning her back to Professor Umbridge again.

Many of the students were sneering and laughing with their mouths covered, happy to see Umbridge deflated by Professor McGonagall.

"As I said earlier: today, we're going to practice the more difficult vanishing spell. Today you're going to make the rats disappear, the vanishing spell—"

"Ahem—"

"I don't understand," said Professor McGonagall, turning to Professor Bird Bridge, with a cold and angry voice, "how can you understand my usual teaching methods if you keep interrupting me? "

Umbridge looked like she had been slapped in the face. She didn't speak, but straightened the parchment on the clipboard, and scribbled in annoyance.

Professor McGonagall looked indifferent and said to the class again, "I just said: the Vanishing Charm, as the animals that need to disappear become more and more complex, becomes more and more difficult to master. A snail is an invertebrate and is not very challenging, whereas a mouse is a mammal and is much more demanding. It's not kind of magic that you can do with dinner in mind. Alright—you already know the spell, let me see how you do?"

With just a tap, the mouse on the table in front of him was gone. Professor McGonagall immediately recognized Solim's success.

"Very good!" Professor McGonagall nodded at Solim, "Mr. Selwyn has succeeded, he has succeeded in making his rats disappear. Slytherin adds five points. "

Noticing that Umbridge was staring at him, Solim curled the corners of his mouth and swirled his wand between his left hand like a pen. It should be mentioned that the wand that Solim uses in class today is the dragon staff purchased from Ollivander, not the custom made Phoenix staff later.

After all, Solim was going to cast a spell that wasn't too friendly later, and for the possible flashback spell test, Solim thought it would be better to use a wand that had appeared in front of people, so that it would only be this wand and not his own other wand.

"She's taught me not to lose my temper with Umbridge!" Harry said to Ron in a low voice, but with a mischievous smile on his face—his resentment towards Professor McGonagall vanished.

The students were relieved to see that Professor McGonagall didn't give Umbridge any face, but a thoughtful student like Hermione began to worry about Professor McGonagall's arrival. After all, Umbridge now has the backing of the Ministry of Magic, and is getting more and more powerful, and the students are still a little worried.

Professor Umbridge didn't follow Professor McGonagall around the room as she did in Professor Trelawney's class, perhaps realizing that Professor McGonagall wouldn't allow it. She just sat in the corner and jotted down on the clipboard, and when Professor McGonagall finally told the class to pack up and get out of class, she stood up with a frightening face.

"How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" Umbridge stood in front of Professor McGonagall, but the height difference made the scene a little comical - especially since Professor McGonagall was wearing a wizarding hat.

"By December of this year, it will be thirty-nine years old. Professor McGonagall replied stiffly, shutting the bag with a snap - this was Professor McGonagall's confidence not to give Umbridge face.

"Very well," she said, "you will receive the results of your investigation within ten days." "

"I can't wait. "

Solim, pretending to be packing his things, saw Umbridge leave on his short legs and followed.