Chapter 352 The Disappearance Curse

Harry and others did not disappoint Mike. They carried forward their usual thorny spirit and had a fierce verbal conflict with the professor Umbridge in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class not long after.

And Umbridge is also a person who keeps her promises, and she showed no mercy in dealing with this matter.

After some bickering, the matter ended with Harry being fined for a week in confinement.

No one paid much attention to this matter. After all, the conflict between Harry and others and Umbridge was nothing compared to Mike's previous conflict with Umbridge in terms of intensity, and was not worth mentioning. .

Even Harry himself didn't pay too much attention to it, because it was not like he had never been locked up by Snape before, and judging from his previous experience, the so-called confinement was just some kind of punishment. Just sexual labor.

What's more, Mike has been detained by Umbridge before. Judging from his description afterwards, Umbridge's detention does not seem to be that terrible.

This can only be said to be that Harry was too naive, and he soon paid the price for his naivety.

"Harry, Umbridge didn't give you any trouble last night."

In the auditorium, Mike sat next to Harry and others who were having breakfast. While asking aloud, he looked at the back of Harry's hands intentionally or unintentionally.

As expected, there was a faint red mark on the back of Harry's left hand. It looked like new tender flesh that had grown out after an injury, but the color was very light. If you didn't look carefully, you could see it. Not coming out.

"It's not too bad. Harry told us that the old witch just punished him by copying sentences."

Ron answered quickly. Ever since Mike stood up for him on the Hogwarts Express, he cherished the opportunity to communicate with Mike.

Hearing this, Harry's hand that was cutting sausages also stopped for a moment, and quietly pulled up the sleeve of his left hand, just covering the scar on the back of his hand.

This made Mike feel a little funny.

Mike, who has read the original work, knows very well that Umbridge's punishment is not as simple as simply copying sentences. As the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, Umbridge has mastered many frightening punishment methods, and she herself is also a Extremely cruel person.

The quill she gave Harry to use to copy sentences was a torture device brought from the Ministry of Magic.

This special quill does not require any ink when writing. Whenever it leaves a mark on the parchment, it will automatically draw the same blood mark on the back of the user's other hand and absorb it. The blood inside served as ink to write on the parchment.

And this kind of pen also has a very magical effect, that is, the wounds it creates will heal in a very short period of time. Unless you write a lot of repetitive content in a short period of time, otherwise it will not heal at all. Leave no trace.

Mike didn't know if this pen was invented for the purpose of torturing others, but this wonderful characteristic undoubtedly made it the best tool in Umbridge's hands to punish students.

Mike just stared at Harry's hand and fell into deep thought, while Harry felt a little numb from his gaze and couldn't help but ask:

"Mike, what's wrong with you?"

"Huh? Oh! I'm just a little sleepy." Mike made a casual excuse and then asked, "Is what Ron said true? She put you in solitary confinement just to make you copy sentences? "

Harry's expression was a little unnatural, but he nodded silently after a moment of silence.

"Oh, this doesn't seem like a terrible punishment..."

Listening to Mike's words, the expression on Harry's face became more and more distressed, and at the same time, his right hand also covered the back of his left hand, as if it was hurting.

This made Mike want to laugh, because Harry obviously had no intention of telling the truth, and he didn't even want to tell the details of the confinement.

Obviously if he said this kind of thing, someone would come forward to help him solve it, but he just didn't want to say it.

Mike didn't understand this very much, and in the end it could only be classified as a common brain cramp in teenagers during adolescence.

"I think so too," Ron answered eagerly again, "The only downside is that he can't participate in Quidditch practice because of the confinement."

The expression on Ron's face was very complicated, with envy mixed with some melancholy.

After a pause, he continued:

"Mike, the selection for the Quidditch school team will begin in a while. Do you want me to participate?"

"Huh?" Mike was stunned for a moment and said instinctively, "Are you going to be a guard?"

"How did you know!?"

Ron looked surprised, but quickly recovered and asked in an excited manner:

"I almost forgot, you are also a member of the Ravenclaw school team and you also know Quidditch. Then give me some advice. Do you think I can succeed in the selection this time?"

"emm..."

Mike was a little speechless. He had seen Ron's goalkeeping skills before, and it was really hard to describe.

Just when Mike didn't know how to answer, Hermione's voice suddenly came from the side.

"We are going to take the OWL exam this year and you still want to take part in the Quidditch trials? If Mrs. Weasley finds out, she will definitely skin you!"

When Mike heard the sound, he saw Hermione holding a stack of thick books and walking quickly towards them.

At this moment, Ron seemed to be thinking of his mother's appearance when she was angry, and his body trembled violently.

"If you ask me, Harry, you should also quit the Quidditch team." Hermione sat next to Mike, "The OWL exam is the most important thing for us this year. I bet if you use your usual All your energy on Quidditch is transferred to your studies, and you will be able to bring at least three excellent students home in the end!"

Harry picked up the fork and fiddled with the sausages on the plate, showing no intention of talking to Hermione.

After Hermione finished bombarding Harry and Ron, she moved her gaze to Mike.

Mike was a little overwhelmed, but Hermione just snorted and looked away.

This made Ron feel a little disappointed. He and Harry were often scolded by Hermione these days. Nowadays, it was difficult to see Hermione scolding others, but Hermione finally gave up.

But he also knew very well that Mike was different from them. Mike didn't care about his OWL exam results at all. His current achievements were already beyond their reach in this life.

"Are you... feeling unwell?"

Seeing Hermione's anxious look, Mike asked carefully.

How could Hermione not understand what Mike meant? She suddenly blushed and turned to look at Mike and said fiercely:

"Take care of yourselves! Your next class is Transfiguration. If you can't complete the disappearing spell, Professor McGonagall will definitely kill you!"

Mike smiled, and Hermione's reaction undoubtedly confirmed his suspicion.

"I suggest you drink more hot water. Really, this is what Zhou Hong told me. I heard it is a secret recipe from the ancient East!"

The blush on Hermione's face spread to her ears. She stretched out her hand to hit Mike, but the latter nimbly dodged and quickly disappeared into the auditorium.

Listening to Mike's laughter, Hermione's face turned even redder, and she couldn't help but cursed secretly:

"rogue!"

…

After teasing little Hermione, Mike was in a good mood and headed to the Transfiguration classroom while humming a tune.

This was their first Transfiguration class this semester, and most of the students were very relaxed. When Mike arrived in the classroom, all he saw were the smiling faces of his classmates.

Obviously, they all felt that even Professor McGonagall would not be too harsh on them in the first class of the new semester.

However, the reality is cruel. When Professor McGonagall entered the classroom with steady steps, the classroom that was originally filled with laughter and curses immediately fell silent.

There was no other reason. Professor McGonagall's expression was really ugly at this moment.

His brows were slightly furrowed, his lips were tightly pressed together, and his eyes were still round.

This expression is very familiar to the students. Whenever this expression appears on Professor McGonagall's face, it means that they will be greeted with a storm of scolding.

Sure enough, as soon as the classroom became quiet, Professor McGonagall said:

"Why don't you say anything anymore? Keep going!"

There was silence under the podium, and everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to talk.

Professor McGonagall's eyes swept across everyone's faces, and when no one dared to speak, he continued:

"I can hear your voices downstairs! The Owl exam is coming up this year, don't you feel a little bit nervous?!"

The students still lowered their heads and did not dare to talk to each other.

"This is the first class of school, so I won't punish you! But if this happens to me again next time, I will punish you all by copying textbooks! Do you understand?"

"knew."

Some feeble voices could be heard sparsely under the podium.

"What are you talking about?" Mag said, "Speak louder!"

"knew!"

All the students roared in unison, and it was only then that Mag nodded with satisfaction and said loudly:

"Okay, now please take out "Advanced Transfiguration" and turn to page 104. What we are going to learn today is the Vanishing Spell."

Hearing this, many Ravenclaw students who had previewed the entire book immediately looked at each other with shock on their faces.

The Vanishing Curse is an extremely difficult transformation spell. It is definitely one of the most difficult among the spells that need to be learned throughout this year. Everyone can't believe that Professor McGonagall actually asked them to learn this kind of spell right from the start. !

This...can anyone really learn it?

None of the little moves made by everyone in the audience escaped Professor McGonagall's eyes.

But she was not angry, because the reason why these students reacted this way was precisely because they had done previews and had a certain understanding of the disappearing spell.

This is a good thing.

At the same time, she couldn't help but nodded. Ravenclaw was indeed the top school, and the proportion of students who had done previews was much higher than that of Gryffindor.

"Uh-huh!" Professor McGonagall coughed lightly, and everyone immediately stopped their movements. "Students who have previewed should already know it, right? The Vanishing Curse is an extremely difficult transformation spell. Its effect is very simple. That is, you can make living and dead things disappear. Listen clearly, it is not invisible or anything, but real disappearance, into nothingness, do you understand?"

Hearing this, Mike's eyes narrowed and he raised his hand: "Professor, can the disappearing spell be used on people? Can the disappeared things or creatures come back?"

"Mike, I don't recommend you use this curse on people, because it will often cause irreversible consequences." Mag's eyes were a little scary, as if he was warning Mike not to make a mistake, "As for your second question , my answer is yes! Disappeared items can indeed be recalled, but the magic spell to recall them is not part of your learning content this year!"

Mike was obviously not satisfied with Mag's answer and wanted to continue asking, but Mag had no intention of continuing to answer.

She completely ignored Mike, took out a big box and handed it to a classmate next to her and said:

"Distribute it."

"Here are snails, and each of you will receive one later. Your task in this class is to try to make it disappear. Strictly speaking, this is not too difficult. After all, snails are invertebrates. It's much easier to make something like a rat or a toad disappear."

Soon, everyone got a small snail in their hands.

However, Mag did not let everyone try it immediately. Instead, he first explained to everyone the incantation of the disappearing curse (disappearing without a trace), the volume and tone required to release the disappearing curse, the method and amplitude of waving the wand, and many other issues.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff took this class together. Compared to the little badgers, the Ravenclaw members were obviously smarter and understood the content explained by Professor McGonagall faster.

Professor McGonagall did not mean to favor Ravenclaw. She demonstrated the secret of the disappearing spell over and over again until she thought that everyone should have roughly grasped the key points before listening.

"Okay, students, please wave your magic wands."

Following McGonagall's order, the Ravenclaws immediately took out their wands and pointed them at the snail in front of them, while most of the Hufflepuffs turned their anxious eyes towards Ravenclaw.

Obviously, most Hufflepuffs are not very confident about themselves, and they want to see Ravenclaw demonstrate a few more times.

"Fade without a trace!"

Franklin next to Mike eagerly waved his magic wand, but the snail in front of him showed no change and continued to crawl slowly on his desk.

Curling his lips, Franklin looked around for a while. When he saw that all the classmates around him had also failed, a smile appeared on his face again.

Then he set his sights on Mike again. There were many people looking at Mike like him. Most of these people were guys who had failed in their attempts. They were eager to see if Mike, the great genius, could also compete with Mike. They also fail.

If it fails, then they are comfortable!

Mike was naturally aware of those scorching gazes. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he slowly took out his wand...