Sherman beamed at all of the students, most of which knew exactly what had happened in the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. They were too smart for him. He wondered if any of his questions would ever stump them. "Brilliant, children! You are
all correct! An unnamed death eater accidentally stuck his head in the jar while pursuing Harry Potter and his friends in the Ministry." These students really knew their history inside and out, didn't they? "His head transformed into that of an infant's. It soon returned to it's previous proportions, but then began to repeat the time cycle again. Isn't it wonderful?"
Grin.
What a mad fool they must have thought him, taking pleasure at this nonsense.
And here was a student who had an answer to his second question.
What role did the jar play in the Battle? "A weapon? That's a very interesting thought, Miss Branxton," he complimented, sneaking a glance at her nametag.
"Yes, when the Death Eater was incapacitated by the jar, it did serve as weapon. Well done!" He smiled at the young girl once more and proceeded to the next student.
"A distraction?" And here was the Prefect, the one with the shiny badge, who had awkward friends like his dear granddaughter. This girl was an insightful one.
"Yes, perfect, Miss Hollingberry!" She received a beam just as the other girl.. what was her name, Branxton?.. had.
"Everyone, did you all catch an earful of Prefect Hollingberry's answer? A distraction! The jar played the role of a distraction because it changed the purpose of the Death Eater, from pursuing Potter to attempting to pull away from the jar. Brilliant, young lady, brilliant!" Beam. Beam. Beam.
And now who was approaching him? Was this a youngin with a question? Wonderful. Sherman smiled broadly at the young girl.
"Young lady, those are such thoughtful questions! Unfortunately, I don't know the answer to them." His beam turned into a frown rather quickly.
"You see, after the other significant events that took place that night, no one bothered to tell about the poor Death Eater and his head. His tale has been left untold." He stared at the child, deep in thought.
"I'm afraid I don't have the answers for you, dear."
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With that being the last comment, Sherman began to teach again.
"Alright. So, I'm assuming that you all are curious and, like good insightful children, you want an example of how my.. I mean, our, precious jar makes its magic!" He beamed affectionately at the crystal jar, his eyes filled with a great appreciation.
"I have brought along a chicken egg to demonstrate the Bell jar's power over the time cycle. Shall we begin?" He bounced excitedly in his wheelchair, ready for the fun part of being a professor for a day.
As carefully as he could, he pulled the pearly white
chicken egg out of his bag and lowered it into the jar. The old man pulled his hand out quickly, before it's effects turned on him. Sherman's eyes intently watched the egg as it began to transform.
After a second or two, the egg began to rise in the jar. His eyes followed the object upwards and closely observed the cracks appearing in the shell. swoon, the shell broke apart into multiple pieces and floated to the bottom of the jar as a
baby chick appeared. The little thing began to chirp as it magnified in size. Soon, it had groen into a full sized
hen. Sherman immediately shoved his hands into the jar, disrupting the process and pulling the hen out out of her captivity.
"Observe the hen, children. See how it has gone from an unhatched egg to a full-sized chicken in a matter of minutes, or possibly seconds?" He beamed at all of them and held the chicken at arms length for them to see.