49- Squib Malfoy

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.

"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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