Following Hannah's gaze and looking at her fingertips, she discovered that the snail that had been "turned into" a glass bead had woken up at some point and was slowly crawling up her finger.

Of course, in the eyes of others, it is the glass beads that are rolling upward on their own in defiance of gravity.

"Um, this isn't magic..." A trace of embarrassment appeared on Elena's face, and she subconsciously flicked the "glass beads" in her hand onto the table, then placed them on the table again with a snap.

It neither rolled around nor jumped up, but stopped silently on the smooth wooden table.

Um?!

Hannah tilted her head, the confusion on her face becoming more and more obvious.

It looks so weird...

I always feel like something is wrong...

just like……

"Wait...there seems to be something wrong with you, glass bead?"

Before little Hannah could figure out the hazy confusion in her mind, a serious female voice suddenly came into the ears of the two of them.

"Huh? Huh?! Professor McGonagall..."

The expression on Elena's face suddenly changed and she turned around quickly.

Professor McGonagall looked at her gloomily, her eyes falling on the slightly trembling "glass bead", her sharp eyes narrowed slightly, the expression on her face gradually became serious, and she slowly stretched out her hand forward.

.

"Miss Kaslana, if possible, could you hand me the glass bead to see?"

The next moment, as the transfiguration professor's finger touched the "glass bead", the witch's expression instantly became extremely complicated.

Ruined……

It seems like I'm about to suffer...

Seeing Professor McGonagall's face, Elena subconsciously shuddered...

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall took a deep look at the flawless colored glass bead in her hand, felt the clear touch on the tip of her finger, took a deep breath, and her voice seemed to be trembling with anger.
Chapter completed!