I became Voldemort

"You are back, Potter and the two Weasleys," Professor McGonagall walked towards them with a stern face, "You three are staying here for the night."

As he spoke, Mag couldn't help but look at Ginny, and said in an unbelievable and extremely headache-inducing tone: "I can't believe that a first-year student dared to cast a spell on a sixth-year senior! This matter I think your parents should know."

Ginny's face suddenly turned pale as she thought that she might receive a red shouting letter tomorrow morning. If so, that would be really bad.

"You, Mr. Weasley! You are going to help Mr. Filch polish the silverware in the trophy room. No magic is allowed, make sure it's all done by hand. And you, Miss Ginny, I think you're using your charms well, but harming a student is not good, right? You'll go help Professor Flitwick."

Professor McGonagall turned to Harry, "As for you, Mr. Potter—you go help Professor Lockhart reply to his admirers by letters."

Hearing this, Harry immediately felt his heart blockage. The people who gave him the most headaches this semester were the first-year freshman Colin and the narcissistic and idiot Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Lockhart.

In contrast, he would rather face Filch.

"Eh.. How about you let me polish the medal too..?," he begged.

This made McGonagall curious, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. She was obviously happy that her students didn't like Lockhart.

but—

"Of course not. Professor Lockhart wants you by name. Remember, you three, you have to be there at eight o'clock in the evening."

If it were that easy, it wouldn't be called punishment.

"Please wait a moment, Professor—"

"Anything else, Miss Weasley?"

"I want to ask, where are those Slytherin students? Don't they need to be punished for insulting their classmates with words?" Ginny mustered up the courage to look directly at McGonagall, which made Harry, Ron, and even Hermione widen their eyes.

Eyes, full of admiration.

Before this, no lion cub dared to talk to Professor McGonagall like this. Even the twins saw her like a mouse seeing a cat. At this time, the Weasley family was better than its predecessor.

"Of course, they will be punished - Professor Snape will punish them himself." Mag smiled a little.

After saying that, Mag turned and left.

"Did I hear her correctly?" Ron said exaggeratedly, "Snape will punish them? Doesn't she know that there is no difference between letting them go?"

The faces of the four people were all ugly. Obviously, in their opinion, Snape would definitely protect those guys.

But in fact, this time they guessed wrong.

After Ginny hit Marcus with that curse, the two teams almost turned into a big melee, which finally ended with McGonagall and Snape personally coming forward.

In this case, Snape naturally knew the whole story and took over the task of punishing Malfoy without hesitation - now, all the toilets in Slytherin have been taken care of by Malfoy.

(LOL)

At eight o'clock in the evening, Ginny arrived alone on the eighth floor. The Ravenclaw dean's office was near the west tower. Ginny counted thirteen windows to the right, and then knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Professor Flitwick's shrill voice came from inside the room.

"Professor, excuse me."

"Ah! Miss Weasley, you are finally here." Flitwick immediately smiled happily when he saw Ginny.

He looked unattractive and was only about 1.2 meters tall, almost shorter than Ginny.

The facial features are also very different from normal people.

But in fact, among the four deans, he is the one who cares most about students, "very punctual."

"Sorry, maybe I should have been a little earlier?" Ginny asked in a low voice.

It was also her first time in solitary confinement, so she was a little nervous. Now, Ron went to clean the trophy, and Harry went to help Lockhart answer letters to his fans.

They were all annoying jobs.

'What about Profesor Flitwik's work?' Professor McGonagall didn't seem to say that Professor Flitwick wanted to do something on his own.

Flitwick could see her worry at a glance and said quickly: "Don't worry, child. I don't have any annoying physical labor here."

"Compared to that, I would actually rather continue to teach you about spells. You performed very well in class, so maybe I have higher expectations for you." With a wave of Flitwick's wand, his drawers opened automatically.

After opening, many small cakes jumped out of the drawer and were placed in front of Ginny, "Would you like some?"

"Thank you! Professor." Ginny felt relieved and happily picked up the cake.

It was much better than the toffee she had eaten at Hagrid's place this morning.

"I heard that you cast a curse on a sixth-year student?" Flitwick slowly communicated with Ginny as if having a heart-to-heart conversation.

"Mhm," Ginny nodded.

"I already know what happened. Although this type of statement doesn't suit the identity of a professor, I still want to say that he fully deserves it."

Flitwick himself is a wizard with goblin blood, so he is very sensitive in this regard. Sometimes their status as half-bloods seems even lower than that of Muggle wizards.

"Of course, it is still not recommended to cast curses on classmates." Flitwick revealed the matter lightly, "Compared to this, since you can even do such difficult curses, I'm afraid the other first-year students have to learn The spell can't stop you, right?"

Flitwick looked at her expectantly.

Ginny immediately showed Flitwick her skills—

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Then,

"Spongify!"

"Colloportus!"

First with the levitating spell to levitate the strawberry off the cake, then with the softening spell, made the strawberry like a sponge, and by the locking spell, locked the table drawer.

"Wonderful, Miss Weasley!" Professor exclaimed and then looked at her again.

"Diffindo!"

Finally, Ginny used the cutting spell to split a hole in the tabletop, and then, "Reparo!" used the repairing spell to restore it to its original state.

This move really made Flitwick very happy.

You know, it's not even Halloween yet, and his lessons for first-grade wizards are still at the theoretical stage.

But looking at Ginny like this, she has almost learned all the spells in "Standard Spells One".

"That's great, Ginny! That's great!" Flitwick almost jumped up with excitement, "I'm already considering whether to let you join my Charms Club. To be honest, your performance is simply better than Miss Granger's. Yes! potential is even better!"

Such kind and energetic praise made Ginny blush with embarrassment.

She believed that all this was due to the teachings given to her by "Mr. Riddle". Without him, her level of magic would not be so high.

"I just had a good teacher," she said timidly.

Flitwick clearly misunderstood the statement and thought he was the 'good teacher'.

However, it was precisely because of this misunderstanding that Flitwick, who was in a good mood, directly exempted Ginny from confinement.

"Hahaha. Okay, your detention is over, you can go back first. If you encounter any problems with magic spells, or if you have any books you want to read in the library, you are welcome to come to me." He said happily.

"I hope you can maintain your current level so that when you are in fifth Grade, I will definitely invite you to join the Charms Club immediately." He continued, "Ah! Of course, you can come and observe now also if it interests you."

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