Chapter 26 Speed of Life and Death Copying Homework Battle

"What are you qualified to say to me? You haven't finished it either."

  Facing Ron's questioning, Seamus curled his lips, not convinced.

  "These homeworks are too difficult - except for the herbalism paper, I can't understand the others."

  Neville answered uneasily, his face flushed.

  Ron's brain was working fast, and he was startled again:

  "It's okay, Damon must have finished it! Let's borrow Damon's!"

  "I must remind you, Ron, Damon is missing, have you forgotten?"

  "Oh my God! At this most critical moment! Where did he go!"

  Ron cried out in collapse.

  Although they all knew that Damon's homework was on his desk, they could not borrow it without Damon's consent.

  The four people in the dormitory had never missed Damon so much.

  After Saturday afternoon, they worked hard for another night and a morning, and found that they could not rely on their own abilities to hand in all the homework on Sunday night.

  So Ron and Harry went to Hermione and received an extra insult - "If you had listened to me earlier, things wouldn't have gotten to this point."

  Hermione refused the two's request to refer to the homework and left with the book. The

  four decided to take a different approach and change their thinking.

  "Neville, where is Damon?"

  While copying Neville's Herbology homework, they prepared to classify and divide the other homework. Each person only needed to complete one homework - they decided who would complete the terrible two-foot Transfiguration paper by playing rock-paper-scissors, and Harry lost in the end.

  "I don't know, he didn't tell me."

  Neville looked at the reference books for the potion paper, his eyes dizzy.

  "Okay, forget about Damon. If we keep relying on him, don't expect to finish the homework before dinner!"

  Harry shouted in despair.

  The four worked hard for another afternoon and didn't even have time to eat lunch - they were really getting anxious.

  When the sunlight shining on the table began to turn orange, the expressions of the four people gradually became somewhat desperate. It was okay for other papers, but they had no chance of catching up with the two-foot Transfiguration paper.

  Could they only do a shoddy job and be criticized by Professor McGonagall? Thinking of Professor McGonagall's old-fashioned and serious face, Harry felt very uncomfortable.

  Because of Quidditch, he had become familiar with Professor McGonagall, and he really didn't want to see her disappointed expression on her face.

  Just when the four people were desperate, a light voice sounded, with a little fatigue, "You look busy."

  "Merlin's beard! Damon, where have you been! Save us!"

  Ron shouted, and his expression became a little relaxed. The reason why he couldn't relax completely was because he was not sure whether Damon would lend them the homework?

  With him leading the way, the others became reserved, but they all stood up and followed Ron.

  "Oh, you haven't finished your homework yet?" Damon walked into the dormitory and came out quickly. He gently threw his paper homework on the table under the four children's eyes, "Copy selectively, don't copy it exactly, I don't want the professor to find me."

  Seeing that Damon took the homework without saying a word, the four cheered and started copying frantically without thinking too much!

  Looking at their furious writing, Damon smiled and suddenly remembered how he raced against time during the break in junior high school.   

  Harry never thought that the most exciting thing in the first week of school would be the hour before the homework was collected. After a life-and-death race, they finished all the essays at the last minute, and Damon even had time to help them check for omissions.

  At the dinner table, Seamus and Ron excitedly shared how nervous they were before. Neville, who had survived the disaster, was now blushing and dancing.

  Harry was also very excited at this time, but he was more curious - where on earth had Damon been these two days?

  "Dude, where on earth have you been these two days? We really miss you."

  Ron put his arm around Damon's shoulder and asked Harry's question directly.

  "I went to a place where no one would disturb me to practice spells."

  "Practice spells? For two whole days? That's funny, dude. I didn't expect you to joke with me like this."

  Ron laughed, but when he saw that Damon was just eating with a calm expression, his expression became strange.

  "Is it true, Damon? You mean - after the holiday, you spent all your rest time practicing spells? This is too much!"

  Ron shouted, attracting the attention of others. In fact, he was not the only one who thought so.

  Seamus's expression at this time was quite interesting - his mouth was slightly open, and the muscles on the right side of his cheek were slightly pulled and bulged, as if he saw something that he could not understand.

  Neville seemed a little envious - if he could also work hard and excel like Damon, maybe his grandmother would not often teach him because of his incompetence.

  September passed in Damon's practice day after day, monotonous and interesting.

  For other young wizards, this month seemed a little too exciting.

  Damon White could always complete the content taught by the professor in the first time in the Transfiguration and Charms classes, and it was even more terrifying in the Potions class. Professor Snape always focused most of his energy on Damon. As long as there was a slight irregularity in his movements, Damon would be ridiculed.

  Thanks to Damon, Harry and Neville both felt that they were much more relaxed in the Potions class. Damon was not a good guy, and Snape's accusations were not always completely correct. They often confronted each other, which also shared more of Snape's firepower.

  Once, the two even argued about an operation problem for half a class, and Damon's voice was always calm and steady. On the contrary, Snape was getting more and more "anxious" by his questions, and the light in his pupils became brighter and brighter.

  In this class, Snape didn't even have time to mock Harry.

  In just one month, Damon's progress in Potions class was amazing. The content taught by Snape in class could not keep up with his progress. Whenever Snape assigned a task, Damon could immediately complete it at the fastest speed, and he couldn't find any faults.

  "Damon, look at the ointment you made. What is the ugly diamond pattern on it? Do you have bad taste?"

  Snape held Damon's latest ointment with tweezers, with a mocking expression.

  "Professor, do I need to remind you? These plaids are conducive to tearing off the finished ointment, or is it that your poor brain is only filled with rigid formulas and you can't make even the slightest innovation?"

  Damon smiled and sorted everything out, watching Snape's face completely darken.

  "Because you talked back to the professor, I will deduct one point from Gryffindor - now, you have completed your homework for today, leave my classroom immediately!"

  "As you wish, sir."

  Such conversations were played out again and again in the eyes of the little wizard, and the points deducted by Snape would always be added back to Damon in the next class for some reason.

  As time went by, Damon White's reputation in

the minds of first-year wizards was like the ebb and flow of the lake, rising day by day.

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