As she spoke, McGonagall could not help but look at Ginny, and said in an unbelievable and extremely headache tone: "I can't believe that a first-year student dared to cast a spell on a sixth-year senior! I have already informed your parents about this matter."

Ginny's face turned pale. She thought that she might receive a Red Howler letter tomorrow morning. If that was the case, it would be really bad.

"You go and help Mr. Filch polish the silverware in the trophy room. No magic is allowed, Weasley - just use your hands. And you, Miss Ginny, I see you're pretty good at spells, so why don't you go and find Professor Flitwick. As for you, Potter - go and help Professor Lockhart write back to his admirers."

Hearing this, Harry immediately felt his heart beating. The people who gave him the most headaches this semester were the first-year student Colin and the narcissistic and stupid Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. In comparison, he would rather face Filch.

"How about letting me clean the medal too?" he begged.

This made McGonagall raise her eyebrows. She was obviously very happy that her students disliked Lockhart.

but--

"Of course not. Professor Lockhart specifically asked for you. You three, remember, eight o'clock in the evening."

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

"Wait a moment, Professor—"

"Anything else, Miss Weasley?"

"I want to ask, what about the Slytherin students? Don't they need to be punished for verbally insulting their classmates?" Ginny mustered up the courage to look directly at McGonagall, which made Harry, Ron and even Hermione open their eyes wide in admiration.

Before this, no little lion dared to talk to Professor McGonagall like this. Even the twins were like mice seeing a cat when they saw her. This time, the Weasley family was better than their predecessors.

"Of course they were punished—Professor Snape would punish them personally."

After saying that, Mag turned and left.

"Did I hear that correctly?" Ron said dramatically. "Snape will punish them? Doesn't she know that it's no different than just letting them go?"

The four of them all looked unhappy. Obviously, in their opinion, Snape would definitely protect those guys.

But in fact, they guessed wrong this time.

After Ginny used that curse on Marcus, the two teams almost turned into a big melee, and it was only ended by McGonagall and Snape who personally stepped in. In this case, Snape naturally knew the whole story and took the initiative to punish Malfoy without hesitation - now, all the toilets in Slytherin have been occupied by Malfoy.

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

"Come in."

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

"Excuse me, Professor."

"Ah - Miss Weasley, you are finally here." Flitwick smiled happily when he saw Ginny. He looked plain, only about 1.2 meters tall, a little shorter than Ginny now. His facial features were also very different from those of a normal person. But in fact, among the four deans, he was the one who cared about students the most, "very punctual."

It was her first detention, so she was a little nervous. Now, Ron was cleaning the trophy, and Harry was helping Lockhart answer his fan letters, both of which were unpleasant tasks. What about me? Professor McGonagall didn't seem to have said that Professor Flitwick had to do something himself.

Flitwick saw her worry immediately and said quickly, "Don't worry, kid. I don't have any of that nasty physical labor here."

"Compared to that, I'd rather continue teaching you spells. You've performed very well in class, so I may have higher expectations of you." Flitwick waved his wand, and his drawer opened automatically. Many small cakes jumped out of the drawer and were placed in front of Ginny. "Would you like to have some?"

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

This was much better than the toffee she had had at Hagrid's that morning.

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

Ginny nodded.

"I already know what happened. Although this is not consistent with the identity of a professor, I still want to say that he completely deserves it."

Flitwick himself is a wizard with goblin blood, so he is very sensitive in this regard. Sometimes these half-bloods are lower in status than wizards from Muggles.

"Of course, casting spells on classmates is still not encouraged." Flitwick brushed the matter off lightly. "Compared to this, since you can even cast such a difficult evil spell, I'm afraid the other spells you have to learn in the first grade will not be difficult for you, right?"

Flitwick looked at her expectantly.

Ginny immediately showed Flitwick her skills, first using the Levitation Charm, then the Softening Charm and the Locking Charm, and finally, she used the Cutting Charm to split a hole in the tabletop, and then used the Repairing Charm to restore it to its original state. This skill really made Flitwick very happy.

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

But looking at Ginny, it seems that she has almost learned all the spells in "Standard Book of Spells 1".

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

Such lavish praise made Ginny blush. She thought that all this was thanks to the teaching of "Mr. Riddle". Without him, her magic level would not be so high.

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

This obviously made Flitwick misunderstand.

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

"Okay, you can go back first. If you encounter any problems with spells, or if there are any books you want to read in the library, you are welcome to come to me. I hope you can maintain your current level, so that when you reach the fifth grade, I will immediately invite you to join the spells club. Of course, if you are interested in these things now, you can also come and audit them."

He left the time and place of the Charms Club meeting before reluctantly sending Ginny away.

(End of this chapter)