49- Squib Malfoy
Malfoy was startled when a ball of light drifted into his chest. But after he recovered, he found that nothing had happened. He touched his body and found nothing unusual.
Malfoy instantly judged that Rhys was bluffing.
'What? isn't he just a little talented in potions? Does he really think of himself as someone special?'
He looked in the direction of Rhys's bed and cursed in his mind. At the same time, he comforted himself in his heart: Yeah, I am a pureblood! No one can deprive me of my right to be a wizard.
After he calmed down, Malfoy lay back on the bed and fell asleep.
When he woke up early the next morning, Malfoy felt refreshed after a good sleep. Looking around the dormitory, he found that Rhys had gone somewhere, and his mood couldn't help but get better.
Rhys was as annoying and unwanted as the small bones in Malfoy's chicken soup.
Malfoy was so annoyed after being targeted several times that he simply found it pleasing to not see him after waking up and didn't care.
As if he had heard Malfoy's thoughts, Rhys had really left early and had come home these two days, leaving Malfoy unable to see him for most of the weekend.
Malfoy had a happy weekend. But this joy came to an abrupt end during the Transfiguration class on Tuesday.
"Before today's class starts, I need to check on your learning last week."
Ignoring the disdainful glances from Harry and Ron, Malfoy calmly placed his wand on the table and waited for the arrival of Professor McGonagall to his table.
The content of the test is very simple, turn a match into a needle. Professor McGonagall even relaxed the requirements, as long as the appearance of the match can change significantly, because this is a qualitative change from scratch, and the rest is just a matter of practice.
When she walked in front of Malfoy, Malfoy picked up his wand and looked at the students around him very proudly.
"Look, I'll only demonstrate it once!"
He mastered this transformation technique last week, which allowed him to perfectly transform a match into a needle shape. He had just observed that no one in the class could do it, and that was his chance to shine.
He pointed his wand at the match, and a moment later it was still the same match.
Malfoy: "Eh?"
'What!? The spell failed?'
Malfoy, who did not believe what he was seeing, tried once or twice more. The match on the desk still looked like a match, without even a trace of metallic luster.
Cold sweat broke out on Malfoy's forehead, and he said in a trembling voice: "Professor, that's not the case...I, I..."
Malfoy, who had always been smooth-talking, was at a loss for words. How could he explain to Professor McGonagall that he could transform before, but now he couldn't do anything?
"Mr. Malfoy, you should work more on Transfiguration. There will be another section on Transfiguration this Thursday. If your Transfiguration Spell has not improved by then, I will take further measures." Naturally, Professor McGonagall didn't have time to waste on Malfoy today. She is taking a test. If she lectured each student for a minute, she wouldn't do anything else in this class.
After Professor McGonagall left, Malfoy's face turned pale, and large drops of sweat emerged from his forehead and dripped on the table. Rhys' voice suddenly sounded in his heart.
"You are not worthy of being a student at Hogwarts"
He looked up suddenly, just in time to see Rhys turning the matches on the table into needles perfectly. After the transformation was successful, Rhys even yawned, as if he was not interested in what was happening in front of him.
Malfoy's breathing suddenly became heavy. Then he forced himself to calm down and said to himself over and over again: Rhys was just bluffing. How could he deprive me of the ability to cast spells? How could such magic exist?!
But what made Malfoy feel like he was in an ice cellar was that during the entire Transfiguration class that followed, he could not make the slightest change in the props in front of him.
"Mr. Malfoy, I think you should learn from those classmates who have made rapid progress, such as Miss Greengrass and Mr. Lint. They both completed today's transfiguration teaching perfectly." Professor McGonagall noticed that Malfoy looked constipated and distracted in her class and he was very bad at transfiguration, so she went to him after class and gave him some advice.
Malfoy opened his mouth but didn't know how to respond.
Draco Malfoy's nightmare was not over, for Transfiguration was followed immediately by Charms. In the Charms class, he desperately discovered that he could not cast any magic. No matter how hard he tried, he could only produce a few sparks from the tip of the wand.
Malfoy, who was filled with fear, blocked Rhys who was explaining the secret of the Severing Charm to Neville Longbottom after class.
"What's the matter?" Rhys asked with a gentle smile, and his kind attitude even made Malfoy think that what happened last Friday night was his dream.
"You understand, I have a little problem here..." With Longbottom present, Malfoy was unwilling to expose his embarrassment, so he could only give vague hints.
Rhys chuckled to himself and told Malfoy that he should keep his 'appointment'.
"Maybe after the 'appointment', the magic power will come back with a 'whoosh'?"
After hearing what Rhys said, Malfoy's face turned as red as pig's liver, and he left the Charms classroom angrily.
Duel? In his current state, he couldn't participate in a wizard's duel. He couldn't even produce sparks. If he went to duel with Harry, wouldn't he be beaten one-sidedly?
Malfoy went straight to the school hospital wing, believing that Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, would be able to cure his "illness".
"So you said you suddenly couldn't perform magic? Have you encountered any changes recently?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Malfoy with suspicion.
The wizard's ability to cast spells is innate. This is the first time Madam Pomfrey has heard of the situation where a kid after undergoing his magic riot and being declared to be a wizard loses his magical ability and becomes a squib.
Malfoy opened his mouth, wanting to tell what Rhys had done to him that night, but he was horrified to find that his tongue seemed to be stuck in his mouth with glue and he couldn't make any sound at all.
"It's unprecedented for wizards to suddenly become squibs -"
"I'm not a squib!" After hearing the word "squib," Malfoy protested angrily as if someone had whipped him.
"Okay, okay, you're not a Squib." Madam Pomfrey's patience was finally exhausted when she was interrupted while speaking, and Malfoy was misunderstood by her as a prankster or a little wizard who wanted to fake a sick note.
This is really not the first time she has seen this situation. Compared with the symptoms of other magical diseases, pretending to have lost all mana is obviously easier for a childish brain as it does not cost anything.
"You can go now and attend your classes, don't think about what you have and what you don't have." Madam Pomfrey began to drive Malfoy out.
"I'm really sick!" Malfoy shouted anxiously.
"Okay, then I'll give you some medicine." Madam Pomfrey took a bottle of potion to promote digestion and restore strength and energy directly from the cabinet and stuffed it into his hand, and then pushed him out of the infirmary.
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