"Miss Grimm, do I need to repeat myself?" Professor McGonagall looked at the distracted girl, who had once again been kept after class for daydreaming.
"No, Professor McGonagall... but I already know all of these charms, and I honestly find it hard to muster any interest." Iblis couldn't help glancing at the clock. It was almost dinner time, and she had promised Fred and the others that they would dress up as ghosts to scare people today.
"Sigh... Take this." Professor McGonagall pulled a thick stack of notes from the bookshelf—the theoretical knowledge of Transfiguration she had compiled earlier.
Chapter 23