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Chapter 143 Flobberworm!
"**********! I hate Flobberworms."

Andrew, who woke up from a nightmare, checked his surroundings and added after cursing.

He had just had a horrible dream in which a giant Flobberworm with Dumbledore's head hung him under the top of the Astronomy Tower with its silk.

The caterpillar was lying on the top of the tower. The thin silk looked shaky, and from time to time, smaller caterpillars fell from the top of the tower. Only when the silk broke did he escape from this damn nightmare.

"Damn it, it must be Professor McGonagall's special training these days..."

That's right, these days he has been using eggs to create various shapes of Flobberworms, just like Leonardo da Vinci painting eggs.

Professor McGonagall even got a bucket full of them from Hagrid, and asked him to use Transfiguration to replicate the shapes of each caterpillar - even the patterns and movements had to be replicated exactly.

This is not an easy job - it is much more difficult to transform into a flobberworm than an ordinary chicken or duck.

It is one of the bugs officially classified as magical creatures. Although it is only the lowest x level, it still has observable magic resistance and physical resistance, and even its mucus can be one of the raw materials for potions.

Therefore, this is the best reference involving the transformation of magical creatures for Andrew, whose knowledge structure is sufficient but whose magic power is insufficient - this sentence means that he has been fighting against bugs for half a month.

Moreover, judging from the professor's words and the original goal, I'm afraid that hope will still be slim in half a month.

"What's the target of today's Transfiguration? That's right, Flobberworm."

Muttering to himself, he climbed out of his sleeping bag, glanced at the eggs beside the bed, gave up his morning Transfiguration training, and began his routine of standing next to the copper ring.

"You bought a batch of crucibles, each at a purchase price of five Sickles and a selling price of seven Sickles. However, the first customer only had Galleons, but you realized that you forgot to bring your money bag, so you had to exchange Sickles with your neighbor and then give the change to the customer. But later, the neighbor found out that the Galleons were fake, so you had to compensate the neighbor with a Galleon. May I ask, how much did you lose?"

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'Finally I can go back to the lounge. I've been sleeping in my sleeping bag for three days!'

Andrew was deeply moved. He took out parchment to check the problem twice, which could have been solved mentally, and calculated it once more on new paper before happily reporting the answer.

"No more running, no more running, I want to catch up on some sleep!"

But after more than ten minutes, Andrew found that he could no longer sleep, so he had to continue his usual routine and started running along the Black Lake.

After running about half a lap, Andrew suddenly met Professor Adams coming out of the new greenhouse - he was carrying a huge watering can and walking towards Hagrid's hut.

"Good morning, Professor. What's this?"

"Good morning, Taylor. The old greenhouse may have been infested with insects because the dragon manure composting was not done for a long time. I was just about to go deal with it. Since I have been improving the soil here these days, I have put all the tools I am used to use here."

"Are there bugs?"

"Correct."

"Can I go and see?"

"Of course, I have prepared enough potions."

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"Leave this to me."

"it is good."

Adams left with some doubts - the student in front of him had average interest in herbology, but considering the new greenhouse seeds and fertilizer subsidies that had just been allocated a few days ago, it would not be a big problem for him to damage this room.

Andrew cast the Bubble Head Charm on himself with a smile, then unscrewed the spout of the spray bottle and waved his wand. A ball of prepared insecticide flew out, quickly weaving in the air, and finally formed a transparent net.

"Bugs, huh?"

He waved his wand, and the medicine net swept across the ground in the greenhouse, picking up a dozen insects, which Andrew threw to the ground in disgust and froze with Transfiguration.

...

"Is that all?" "Well, it's fun to do some farm work now and then."

Andrew nodded and used Clean Up to get rid of the bugs and potions in the waste bucket - he had already used this spell very well so far.

"That's good. Come back if you're interested."

...

"Andrew, don't be so murderous. You are using Transfiguration, not the Dark Arts."

"Yes, Professor."

Today's Transfiguration training is still the Flobberworm.

However, perhaps the resentment of the insects that had accumulated during this period of time has been dissipated. Today's progress is quite good. The transformed Flobberworm already has the prototype of a magical creature. Although it is still easy to kill, it requires more strength.

This obvious progress made Professor McGonagall very satisfied, but it still could not change the fact that Andrew would have to fight against the bugs for a long time.

But when he left, Professor McGonagall suddenly seemed to remember something and asked a question.

"By the way, Taylor, how are the new students' receipts going?"

"All the lists have been matched, and I have kept them all on file. The college is responsible for the freshmen, but I have also made a budget based on the proportions of previous years, and there is an adequate supply of bedding."

And, of course, sleeping bags.

Andrew added silently in his heart.

"Very good. Our new professor," Professor McGonagall paused, "has your elf cleaned Gilderoy Lockhart's office?"

"Well, it's been dealt with. It's still the same room as before."

"That's good. By the way, go to the warehouse to withdraw the textbooks that Professor Lockhart sent for review. Use my name and register them in the office as scrapped tomorrow. Then go back and continue practicing Transfiguration. Okay, go ahead."

The textbooks needed to be reviewed, and after Dumbledore talked to Professor Lockhart, the other party refused to give in, so Dumbledore had to review all the textbooks and add them to the textbook list in the letter at the beginning of the school year.

There was no way around it. It was the professor's freedom to use any teaching materials. As the only Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Lockhart had to agree according to Hogwarts tradition, even though he had the possibility of selling books.

"Okay, Professor."

Andrew didn't know what to say for a moment - if there was not much work in the office, he would have wanted to grab Percy to work overtime.

After all, the Lockhart series of books is ridiculously expensive...

If we don't count the extra income, just to buy those books, he would have to work in the office for a long time to save enough money...

"Don't be too impatient when practicing. As long as you can create a realistic Flobberworm this holiday, you'll be successful."

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"Yes, Professor."

"Go help out in the greenhouse tomorrow."

Andrew thought.

But thinking is thinking, and practice is practice.

Flobberworm still has to transform, and there is no time to waste even on going to the library to read.

But the next morning, when Andrew was sleeping soundly on his bed in the lounge, an owl knocked on the dormitory glass.

(End of this chapter)