"Filius," McGonagall addressed the dwarf in a voice full of bewilderment, "what are your students doing?"
The charms professor himself didn't understand what was happening. He watched his students with curiosity.
"Yes, Filius," Dumbledore joined in, "I'm also interested to know that."
"Probably a new game, Minerva," Flitwick replied.
- A game?
McGonagall glanced sideways at the Ravenclaw table and shuddered at the noise of dozens of duct tapes being released.
"A game," Flitwick nodded. "Probably... But I'm not sure."
"It's a strange game," McGonagall said.
From behind the ravens' table came the loud voice of a senior boy:
- And I say that we need to collect all the tape, enlarge it with charms, find the particles and use transfiguration to collect them into one sheet, and then multiply them and glue them into a larger sheet, and so on until we get a film.
"You didn't come up with this!" a fair-haired third-year boy exclaimed accusingly, jumping up from behind the table. "It was our idea!"
"Boys, calm down," Penelope Clearwater tried to calm the students. "We'll divide it among everyone who's taking part in the research."
"I'm not going to share with everyone!" declared the plump, brown-haired woman wearing glasses.
In a split second, the argument escalated into a fight. Professor McGonagall cried out loudly:
- Stop the fight! One hundred points from Ravenclaw!
The crows fell silent. A moment later, the enraged deputy headmistress appeared at their table.
- What kind of outrage is going on?
Nobody answered her.
"Can you hear me? Miss Clearwater, what is this?!" McGonagall asked in a stern tone.
"Forgive me, Professor," the raven leader bowed her head apologetically. "It was just a scientific debate. It won't happen again."
"Get rid of this mess immediately!" McGonagall's finger poked into the nearest student's tape.
The Ravenclaw students began hiding the tape in their pockets with visible displeasure. Both boys and girls looked sullen and remained silent.
Minerva McGonagall returned to the staff table, her nostrils flaring and her irritated expression wide.
"No, did you see that, Albus? And these are Ravenclaw students! I never expected them to fight."
"Of course, it's usually your students who start fights, Minerva," Flitwick remarked sarcastically.
"Where were you looking, Filius?!" McGonagall asked irritably.
"Excuse me, Minerva, I don't make a habit of getting involved in scientific debates," anyone could see a sly smile on Flitwick's face.