Chapter 142: Wood: I'm Panicking (Edited)

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Crack!"

The classroom was engulfed in smoke and fire, and the senior mages reacted quickly to defend themselves. Those who knew the protego charm cast it on themselves and their classmates, those who were skilled in transfiguration immediately sealed the space above their heads and thickened the wooden walls, and those who knew nothing else moved to the corner to stay out of the way.

Wood, who had already flown out the window, gasped: he'd heard of Fred and George's work, but had never tried it in an open space, and today was the first time he'd used fireworks from the Weasleys twins. Now, did it seem a little too powerful?

He swallowed saliva and a few beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Professor McGonagall was a bit distracted in class today, she was distracted and felt like something bad was about to happen. Just as she was about to leave the lectern to watch the students' transformations, a popping noise was heard from upstairs, which sounded a bit like fireworks....

The little wizards on stage caused chaos at their desks. Their task today was to turn the teacups into mice, and some of the young witches had already succeeded. But the noise from upstairs had alerted the mice and the mix of mice and teacups on the tables, and the mice were running, the teacups were spinning, and the classroom was in chaos.

"Stay here!" said Professor McGonagall and hurried off.

Fred and George looked at each other in the classroom.

'Fred, why did that sound just now sound so much like a firework?'

'Yes, it was a Weasley firework, George.'

With a glance, they were both sure it was their product from upstairs doing the trick. They both felt instantly energized.

"From the sound of it, it looks like someone is using a vanishing spell on the fireworks." whispered Fred to George.

"Merlin will bless him, but I'm really looking forward to it, I wonder what a firework hit by a vanishing spell would be like, we've never seen one explode indoors."

Fred nodded thoughtfully. Although there were tests before the product came out, they didn't dare do them in their humble abode! They'd rather do it in Snape's office than at home; after all, Snape couldn't kill them, but Mrs. Weasley could.

At this point they were both full of anticipation, just waiting for Professor McGonagall to return with more to say.

Professor McGonagall was not long in arriving at the scene of the incident,

A cloud of smoke was billowing out of the classroom door, and there were already several students standing in front of the door who had heard the noise and had come over to see what was going on.

"Get back!" Professor McGonagall felt her blood pressure rise, "Mr. Brown, five points off for Ravenclaw, and you, Miss Berthold and Mr. Thomas! Five points each for Gryffindor and Slytherin!"

All the little wizards present, were surprised by Professor McGonagall subtracting points.

After clearing a flurry of little wizards from the door, Professor McGonagall's momentum peaked. If she can show a ring of energy behind her, then Professor McGonagall's energy must be full at this point.

She entered the smoke-filled classroom, where the smoke obstructed her vision, so she waved her wand and blew the smoke out the window. Through the window, he naturally saw Wood outside the window.

Oliver Wood: weak, helpless, but especially capable of causing trouble.

Professor McGonagall's face gradually turned ashen. By now the smoke had cleared from the room, and the smoke from the window blew on Wood, disturbing him, but he dared not move.

The smoke had cleared and the scene inside appeared before Professor McGonagall's eyes, the puppet the [Sister] standing in the center of the classroom, unharmed and apparently safe by Professor Flitwick's protego charm.

Professor Lockhart, standing next to the [Sister], was badly embarrassed: his hair looked as if it had been set on fire, his robe was in tatters, and blood was oozing from under his skin. The flesh of the three-headed dog was so thick that the smoke and fire hardly hurt him, but his clothes were ruined. There was a roar from the back of the classroom, and a dozen small quail-like wizards emerged from behind the crumbling wooden walls.

Tom spun the disk in his hand.

"Episkey!" "Aguamenti!" "Repair!"

Tom cast all three spells quickly, cleaned himself up a bit, dressed his wounds, and fixed his robes.

Professor McGonagall looked at Tom, wanting to know what was going on, and Wood came flying in with his head down. Professor McGonagall gave him a stern look and made him stand by the window.

At this point, Wood was even thinking about hopping on his broom and running away from Hogwarts.

Tom gave Wood a big grin as he finished, "Excellent idea, excellent! Ten points for Gryffindor."

Professor McGonagall: "???"

"I'm a little confused..."

"I've been doing practice with Mr. Wood, so I've been making a bit of noise." explained Tom to Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall looked around the classroom as if she had been bombarded, with a "I believe you" look on her face.

"That's good, that's a good way to turn the tide," Tom patted Wood, who had a blank stare, on the shoulder, "You've improved, but remember you can't do this in exams."

At Tom's admiration, Wood's face perked up: as if he could still be saved...

Tom looked at Professor McGonagall, "Professor, I need you to tidy up the classroom with me, the lesson will continue. But I can vouch that Oliver Wood has done nothing to break the school rules."

Professor McGonagall nodded, "If Professor Lockhart says so, then you won't be grounded this time, Wood...".

Oliver Wood felt a surge of ecstasy, he had just thought he was going to get at least a week's punishment, not even Fred and George had blown up a classroom, but he was actually safe on the floor, and he shot Professor Lockhart a grateful look.

"But," like any teacher, Professor McGonagall liked to put the buts after what she really meant, "Can you tell where those fireworks came from just now? I can't imagine what they'll be doing in a couple of days."

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In the end, he stammered for a long time without giving the Weasleys twins away, offering instead the shocked response of "I found them." Professor McGonagall shook her head, knowing without asking where it came from, just to get conclusive evidence from Wood.

Now she came to her senses: this pyrotechnics is a marvel! It was very interesting to see the power increase tenfold when hit by a fading spell.

Of course, students who broke school rules were to be punished severely. Professor McGonagall was determined to give Fred and George a piece of her mind when she had the evidence.

But she couldn't delay any longer, after all, she and Professor Lockhart had to get on with their lessons. She pulled out her wand and worked with Tom to restore the setting. It was then that she noticed the wooden wall.

"Very good Transfiguration, Professor Lockhart." He looked closely at the marked wall and found that the quality of the Transfiguration was quite good. Normally, the magic inside a transformed object would be disturbed by a blow and would eventually collapse, returning the object to its original form.

The more skilled the magician, the more stable his transformed objects will be. For example, if a student transforms a teacup into a mouse, the mouse will fall to the floor and return to the shape of the teacup, turning it into a piece of broken china. But if Professor McGonagall did this, the mouse would not return to the shape of the teacup, but would squeak in fear.

Tom's wall, which had been hit by the fireworks countless times, had not disintegrated, although the side facing inward had been reinforced by the students themselves. But Professor McGonagall found it interesting that the outer layer had held for so long without disintegrating.

She didn't have much time to prepare.

"Excellent quality," Professor McGonagall said, feeling the scars on the walls and restoring them to their original shape. The scars that had appeared on the walls did not transfer to the tables, which remained as they were. As long as the magician's magic could resist, the objects would remain as they were before the transformation. It is the magician's magic that prevents the objects from changing the way they should. Of course, this is only possible with a good magician, but a normal magician would not be able to do it.

After cleaning up the classroom among everyone, Professor McGonagall left, and Wood walked timidly to the corner, standing next to his classmates. Percy, who was standing next to him, asked quietly, "Did you get these fireworks from Fred? Where did you get them?"

Wood began to study the pattern on the ceiling.

Percy shook his head and prodded Wood again, "Got anything else in there? Something quieter, I might need it for the duel later."

Wood gave Percy a look of utter surprise, as if this was the first time he had met him.

"Alright, anyone else want to come up for a try? Let's hurry..." Tom walked back up to the podium and looked at the students. Percy was a little anxious to give it a try, but held back. He needed to get some supplies from Wood before he went up, and besides supplies, he had to think about how he was going to fight.

A rather pretty and arrogant looking blonde Slytherin girl stepped forward. Her name was Cassandra, as Tom remembered.

She walked slowly towards Tom and gave him a graceful salute.

"Come on, Cassandra!" Tom stepped back, as Cassandra waved her wand, forming a wall of flames in front of herself, impressed by the flock of birds that had hit Wood several times in a row.

...

"That's it for today's lesson, remember to read the handout I gave you after class." Tom looked out the door into the crowded hallway, a little dazed. It had been ten minutes since the end of class, but the students still didn't want to leave, because the fight with [Sister] was so much fun!

Tom had to quickly finish off the little stage magician with a flurry of moves, and then announced that the class was over, "We have to go to class later!". He kicked them all out with that excuse.