Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 26: Life and Death Speed ​​​​Copying Homework Battle
"What right do you have to say that to me? You haven't finished it either."

Facing Ron's questioning, Seamus curled his lips, not quite convinced.

"These assignments are so hard—except for the herbalism paper, the others are kind of incomprehensible to me."

Neville answered uneasily, his face flushing.

Ron's brain was working rapidly, and he said in surprise again:

"It's okay, Damon must have finished it! Let's go borrow Damon's!"

"I must remind you, Ron, that Damon is missing. Have you forgotten?"

"Oh my God! At this most critical moment! Where on earth did he go?!"

Ron cried out in despair.

Although they all knew that Damon's homework was on his desk, they could not borrow it without Damon's consent.

The four people in the dormitory had never missed Damon so much.

After Saturday afternoon, they worked hard all night and morning, only to find that there was no way they could submit all the assignments on their own by Sunday evening.

So Ron and Harry went to find Hermione and were humiliated again - "If you had listened to me earlier, things wouldn't have gotten to this point."

Hermione refused their request to refer to the homework and left with the book.

The foursome decided to take a different approach and change their thinking.

"Neville, where the hell is Damon?"

While they were copying Neville's Herbology homework, they were preparing to classify and divide the other homework. Each person only needed to complete one homework. They decided who would complete the terrible two-foot Transfiguration paper by playing rock-paper-scissors, and Harry lost in the end.

"I don't know, he didn't tell me."

Neville looked at the reference book for his Potions thesis with dizziness in his eyes.

"Okay, forget about Damon. If we keep relying on him, we won't be able to finish our homework before dinner!"

Harry cried out in despair.

The four-member team worked at full speed for the entire afternoon and didn't even have time to eat lunch - they were really starting to get anxious.

When the sunlight shining on the table began to turn orange, the expressions of the four people gradually became somewhat desperate - the other papers were fine, but there was no possibility for them to catch up with the two-foot Transfiguration paper.

Is it possible to only produce shoddy work and then be criticized by Professor McGonagall? Thinking of Professor McGonagall's old-fashioned and serious face, Harry felt very uncomfortable.

Because of Quidditch, he had become somewhat familiar with Professor McGonagall, and he really didn't want to see the disappointed expression on her face.

Just when the foursome were despairing, a light voice sounded, a little tired, "You guys look very busy."

"Merlin's beard! Daemon, where have you been? Save us!"

Ron shouted, his expression becoming a little more relaxed - the reason he couldn't relax completely was because he was not sure whether Damon would lend them the homework?

With him leading the way, the others became reserved, but they all stood up and followed Ron.

"Oh, you haven't finished your homework yet?" Damon walked into the dormitory and quickly came out. Under the four children's astonishing gazes, he gently tossed his paper homework on the table. "Copy selectively, don't copy it exactly. I don't want the professor to find out."

Seeing that Damon handed the homework to them without saying a word, the four of them cheered and started copying frantically without thinking too much!
Watching them furiously write, Damon smiled, suddenly remembering how he'd raced against time during recess in junior high. Harry had never imagined the most exciting part of the first week of school would be the hour before homework was due—they'd finished all their papers at the last minute, racing against time. Damon even had time to help them check for any gaps.

At the dinner table, Seamus and Ron excitedly shared how nervous they had been. Neville, who had survived the disaster, now blushed and danced with joy.

Harry was also very excited at this time, but he was more curious - where had Damon been these two days?

"My dear, where have you been these past two days? We really miss you."

Ron put his arm around Damon's shoulder and asked Harry's question directly.

"I went to a place where I could practice my spells without being disturbed."

"Practicing spells? Two whole days? That's humorous, man. I never thought you'd pull that kind of joke on me."

Ron laughed, but when he saw that Damon was just eating calmly, his expression became strange.

"Isn't that true, Damon? Are you saying that after the holidays, you spent all your rest time practicing spells? This is too much!"

Ron's loud shouting attracted the attention of others. In fact, he was not the only one who thought so.

Simo's expression at this moment was quite interesting - his mouth was slightly open, and the muscles on the right side of his cheek were slightly pulled and bulged, as if he had seen something that he could not understand.

Neville seemed a little envious - if only he could be as hardworking and excellent as Damon, maybe his grandmother wouldn't have to lecture him so often because of his incompetence.

September passed as Damon practiced day after day, monotonous yet interesting.

But for other little wizards, this month seems a little too exciting.

Damon White could always complete the professor's teachings in the first time in Transfiguration and Charms classes, and it was even more terrifying in Potions class. Professor Snape always focused most of his energy on Damon, and as long as his movements were slightly irregular, Damon would be ridiculed.

Thanks to Damon, both Harry and Neville felt a lot more relaxed in Potions class - Damon was not a good guy, and Snape's accusations were not always completely correct. They often clashed, which also took away more of Snape's firepower.

Once, the two even argued about an operational problem for a whole half class, and Damon's voice remained calm and steady. On the contrary, Snape became more and more "anxious" because of his questions, and the luster in his pupils became brighter and brighter.

In this class, Snape didn't even have time to mock Harry.

In just one month, Damon's progress in Potions class was so rapid that the content taught by Snape could no longer keep up with his progress. Whenever Snape assigned a task, Damon would complete it immediately at the fastest speed and he could not find any fault with it.

"Damon, look at the ointment you made. What's with that ugly diamond pattern on it? Is it your bad taste?"

Snape used tweezers to pick up Damon's latest ointment for wounds, with a mocking expression.

"Professor, do I need to remind you that these grids are useful for tearing off the finished ointment? Or is it that your poor brain is only filled with rigid formulas and is incapable of even the slightest innovation?"

Damon smiled as he sorted everything out and watched as Snape's face darkened completely.

"Because you talked back to the professor, I'm going to deduct one point from Gryffindor - now, you have completed your homework for the day, leave my classroom immediately!"

"As you wish, sir."

Conversations like these were played out again and again in the eyes of the little wizard, and the points deducted by Snape would always be added back to Damon in the next class for some reason.

As time went by, Damon White's reputation among the first-year wizards grew like the ebb and flow of the lake.

(End of this chapter)