Harry's buttocks

Changed.

Professor Fawley has changed.

This is the biggest thought for students in third grade and below.

The professor still looks gentle and polite, but hidden beneath that handsome face is an evil heart!

Since returning from Christmas, Fawley successfully launched an advanced version of the light ball game in three grades, earning unanimous "praise" from the students.

Of course, the difficulty varies by grade.

In the third grade, only two squares are correct each time, four in the second grade, and six in the first grade.

These correct squares not only light up but also show different levels of magical fluctuations, making it easier for students to identify correctness or mistakes through intuition without constantly looking down.

The only thing unchanged is the invisible trap that instantly appears when guessing the wrong square!

It's okay to get caught once, as it only lasts for a second, similar to being pinched by hand, but it can't stand multiple times!

The students' ankles start to hurt after being pinched five or six times, and they swell up after more than ten times.

Especially as their feet hurt more, the number of mistakes increases, and so does the number of times they get caught, completely falling into a vicious cycle.

Most crucially, Professor's chocolate is still so effective; eat a piece, and by the next class, their ankles are completely fine!

Of course, their complaints are seen as showing off by older students. After experiencing the classes before Christmas, they love Professor Fawley even more.

During the Christmas reunion, students from wizarding families took the opportunity to ask their parents and relatives about the professor's magic, and they all praised the snowball game highly and gave the professor excellent reviews.

Especially for most adult wizards, being able to temporarily suspend magic, let alone integrate it, is not something they can easily achieve.

This made the students realize the value of that class, which is likely the most valuable course they can learn at school.

Unless the professor can give them another class!

It is said that Harry and Ron are now hated by the entire school because they actually tried to break into Professor Fawley's office.

And they didn't even get in!

But after their experience was spread, several brave students tried to decipher the professor's magic to see the secrets in his office.

The result, of course, was without exception being suspended for a night, and then the scores of the four houses mysteriously dropped to the same level.

This left the originally angry Gryffindors feeling both amused and exasperated, and their complaints about Harry and Ron diminished somewhat.

But the trio didn't feel much happier because of it, even if they had found information about the Philosopher's Stone.

After joining Quidditch, Hermione's weakness in practical skills became apparent. Although she still ranked among the top, she was surpassed by talented classmates like Malfoy.

Now she is anxious all day about how to enhance her abilities and has borrowed a pile of books for herself.

Ron has made some progress, as private lessons with Fawley for a month have not been ineffective, but his wand still lags behind, so it's mediocre.

Harry is the most exhausted of the three of them.

Not only does he have to attend classes, but he also has to juggle Quidditch training.

"Can't you just ask for a break from Wood because of your ankles hurting?" Ron suggested.

Harry had just returned from training, soaked and exhausted, sitting slumped in a chair, without even the strength to pour water.

Hermione put down her hefty tome and poured him a glass of pumpkin juice thoughtfully.

Since learning that Professor Fawley likes pumpkin juice, they always keep it in stock here.

"Thanks." Harry took a big sip before recovering.

"The problem is, George and them have already used that excuse, but Wood said, once you're on the broom, you don't need your feet, so unless one day our butts crack, we still have to go to training!"

"In that case, I'd rather your butt crack a little." George suddenly walked over, he and Fred were also dripping wet.

Compared to this, the solemnity on their faces is what really catches everyone's attention.

"What are you talking about?" Harry even stopped drinking pumpkin juice, looking at them with confusion.

"It's Snape."

"He's going to be the referee for our match against Hufflepuff!"

The twins poured themselves pumpkin juice with despair written all over their faces. Now, only this could comfort them.

"But does Snape even know the rules of Quidditch?!" Ron exclaimed in shock, his quill dropping from his hand.

Hearing this, Harry said helplessly, "He doesn't need to know the rules; he just needs to keep penalizing us."

There was a sigh from everyone, and after the twins finished their pumpkin juice and went back to shower, Hermione suddenly looked worriedly at Harry. Compared to the score of the match, she was more concerned about his safety.

"Snape wanted to kill you last time. Isn't it easier for him to do so now as a referee?"

"Then why don't we say Harry's butt cracked, so he can't play?" Ron suggested a bad idea.

"You might as well really crack Harry's butt!" Hermione snapped impatiently.

Ron's eyes lit up, "That's not a bad idea!"

Harry shook his head firmly; this was his second match, he couldn't back out just because of something that didn't happen.

"Forget it; Snape might not necessarily harm me, but if I don't play, we'll definitely lose the match!"

Hermione fell into silence, thinking for a while, and suddenly had an idea.

"Professor Fawley!"

"What about the professor?" Ron asked.

"The professor definitely doesn't want Harry to get into trouble. We can ask him to counter Snape's spells, can't we?"

"No!" Harry frowned in rebuttal.

"We shouldn't know about the professor and Snape's matters, even the Philosopher's Stone. Otherwise, if we implicate the professor, Snape might hurt him!"

Hermione and Ron also thought of this possibility—compared to Harry getting hurt, they didn't want the professor to be in trouble?

The three exchanged glances, simultaneously guessing each other's thoughts, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Haha," Ron laughed, hiccupping, his hand continuously patting Harry's shoulder, "I don't hate your brother, at least we shouldn't involve the professor, right?"

"Harry might not even get into trouble!" Hermione laughed back in rebuttal, "And we can secretly cast spells on Snape like last time!"

She became more excited as she spoke, pulling out the hefty tome she had just read and starting to recite spells that might come in handy—

"Tickling Charm, Leg-Locker Curse, Dancing Feet Spell..."

But she hadn't recited for long before Neville interrupted them.

"Harry, and Ron, this is from Professor McGonagall for you." He handed each of them a piece of paper.

Harry took a look.

"Your detention starts tonight at eleven. Look for Filch in the entrance hall. —Professor McGonagall."

"I almost forgot about this," Ron grumbled discontentedly, "I'd rather be hanging from the ceiling by Fawley than spending time with Filch during detention."

Hermione closed her book with resignation, comforting them with a sentence.

"At least after tonight, you won't have to worry about detentions anymore."