Chapter 205 Handling
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 205 Handling
In the night, the bonfire was blazing, and the flames licked the firewood and made a crackling sound.
Sparks are constantly drifting in the darkness according to the direction of the wind--flickering and flickering.
Professor McGonagall glanced at Professor Sprout in front of him with an ugly face, and then began to talk about what happened next.
……
After seeing the weird scene in front of them, Professors McGonagall and Professor Sprout hurried into their wands and held them in front of their chests, aiming at the unknown object in front of them.
They know that there are too many incomprehensible things in the magic world, and many young and talented wizards are killed by the things they messed up.
At least... They had never heard of this thing in their wizard career.
"Professor Sprout, do you know what this is?"
"A shapeshifter, an amoeba, or some kind of shapeshifting curse..."
Professor McGonagall looked solemnly at the things in front of him that were shaped according to the images of the two of them,
——This is getting weirder, the expressions of the two statues are constantly changing before their eyes.
Crying, distressing, mourning, angry, shouting, howling...
Sometimes even two, or more than a few kinds of expressions are intertwined and appear on the face continuously.
Not at all human.
But the facial features on the head became more and more vivid, and the neck was stretched and twisted like noodles... It was about to stretch out in front of the two of them.
Professor Sprout shook his head, denying Professor McGonagall's guess.
"No... I don't think this is some kind of magical animal.... Species like amoebas and shapeshifters can't change so quickly, and it's not something like a curse or poison. Otherwise, the little wizard here wouldn't be safe until now..."
"It's more like the manifestation of magic itself in the air... like silence... or something similar to that!"
"No, silently, I have seen it once..." Professor McGonagall denied Professor Sprout's guess, saying, "That kind of thing can't keep running so smoothly, and it won't copy our faces!"
"Moreover, the magical power of the violent state possessed by Moran can be felt by wizards even if they are far away!"
After a little discussion, Professor McGonagall had to stop.
Because that head was really about to reach the ground... in front of them.
Two weird and penetrating things kept approaching, and the unfocused green pupils stared at the two without any other movements, but even so, Professor McGonagall didn't think it was a warm greeting to them.
——I can't wait any longer.
Professor McGonagall tried polymorphing on this thing...
Sure enough, there was no effect. Instead, some honeycomb-shaped cavities appeared densely on the two faces, and green flying insects kept flying out of them along with the green mist.
nausea!Penetration!Goosebumps all over the place!
Professor McGonagall took a few steps back.
"Burning flames!"
At the critical moment, Professor Sprout waved his wand, and a fiery red flame wall spewed out from the tip of the wand, blocking the attack of flying insects.
It's just that as the chins of the two heads began to open, the chins of the two green heads that were no longer in human shape continued to melt like candles, and a strong green airflow spewed out from the hollow, constantly suppressing the flames.
Professor Sprout stared at the green bugs flying on the other side (suppressed by the flames). She seemed to have thought of something, with a look of disbelief.
Then she suddenly understood what it was, and began to look down on the ground for something.
This caused the flame wall to be crushed little by little, shrinking continuously, and even those flying insects that swooped over were about to fly past the defense line.
Professor McGonagall looked at the little wizards beside him, and knew that the two of them couldn't back away even a step here.
——Why did this thing and these little wizards live in peace until the two came in?
This thought flashed through my mind, and I didn't have time to think about it.
Since heat doesn't work, then try cold.
Professor McGonagall cast a freezing spell to freeze the large flying insects and green mist in front of her at an extremely low temperature. The ice crystals spread from the two faces and necks until they reached the green gel group.
After seeing Professor McGonagall taking over, Professor Sprout simply put down his wand and searched the ground with sharp eyes.
"really……"
She waved her wand, and all kinds of glass shards scattered on the ground pieced together a mutilated flask in mid-air.
——The original green juice [Rafflesia juice] in it is not left at all.
Even Professor Sprout found half a wand among the pile of dragon skeletons.
—Ron's broken wand.
Some red-black mist is still lingering in the section above.
Even though it was broken, the wand itself was still vibrating... There was a small cracking sound of something unknown, and it became louder and louder. Gradually, the two of them could understand this... It was a bit like someone kept farting in the water,... the muffled muffled sound.
Professor McGonagall looked at the wand in Professor Sprout's hand. Even if she didn't touch it with her own hands, she could feel the unstable magic power gathering there.
"Professor Sprout, what have you found?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"That thing is indeed Rafflesia juice... It's just that I don't know what kind of curse has made it so."
Seeing Professor McGonagall's disbelieving eyes, Professor Sprout continued, "Those bugs, I felt like the symbiotic parasites of the [female Rafflesia] itself... Then I found these things!"
"Ron Weasley's broken wand...Professor McGonagall, you should have an impression!" She said, "I guess Ron cast a spell that caused the abnormal reaction of [Rafflesia Juice]...that's why this disaster happened!"
Professor McGonagall was not only impressed with Ron's wand, she even transferred him to the same position as McGuffin because of it.
— it does seem reasonable.
"But... that's just a magic wand, and it belongs to a little wizard, how is that possible!"
Professor McGonagall didn't believe it.
"Flash back to the previous curse!"
She raised her own wand, butted it with the broken wand section and yelled.
A thick gray cloud of smoke rose from the point where the two wands joined, (like those bad black and white Muggle films of old).
——It constitutes an unstable light beam, the surface is full of burrs, and it is still vibrating greatly, it can be said that it does not have any natural curvilinear beauty.
"Disappear without a trace!"
As Professor McGonagall whispered with an ugly face, the magic imprint formed by the smoke turned into a wisp of blue smoke and disappeared.
"These little guys are really..."
Professor McGonagall has already seen it - this is not a spell at all, it's just a collection of unstable magic power to form an effect similar to a spell.
It can be said to be the most primitive, that is, the magic cast by the first wizard...
In comparison, even silence is better than this, at least it will only cause loud noise and damage...
And no one knows what will happen with this kind of thing.
——I'm afraid that although the little wizard cast a certain spell, he had no intention of casting this spell under the panic and anxiety in his heart, and he broke the wand... The combination of these three things will cause this accident.
Ron Weasley is lucky that this guy is okay now!
Generally speaking, the luckiest situation after this kind of situation will cause casualties of the spellcasting wizard. If it is unlucky, it will bring disasters that do not exist in the world and cannot be understood.
For example, the Black Death in the Middle Ages is said to have been caused by a black wizard who studied magic from the East...and performed imprecise spellcasting operations...Although the slander of the pure-blood family was a curse from the East, anyone with a discerning eye knows what happened!
There is also the Spanish flu virus developed in the United States by a follower of Grindelwald 60 years ago, in an attempt to wipe out the Muggles of the entire world.
But unexpectedly, it deeply damaged the American magic world to a certain extent.
There may be dark wizards who will be ecstatic when they see these research products, but in Professor McGonagall's view...it is simply more dangerous to be black magic, and Hogwarts students simply cannot allow this kind of practice.
Even if it is done out of doubt, it must be punished.
After Professor McGonagall gave Ron a hard look, she knew that the Hogwarts disaster could be completely resolved only by getting rid of this thing in front of her.
and……
Under the translucent ice, Professor McGonagall and the two saw the frozen worms shaking and eating, and the holes began to reappear...
Flying insects, the frozen fluid slowly squeezed out of the hole like a stream of water under the ice layer, and formed a gel fluid with constantly changing shapes in mid-air.
And now it seems that this thing is enraged... This thing simply scattered into a ball of green flying insects, vibrating its wings... making a buzzing sound and rushing towards the two of them.
With a bitter face, Professor Sprout took out a thumb-sized, translucent amber ball from his pocket.
Inside there is a small black spot that looks like a dark brown seed.
For some reason, as if it sensed something, that thing (the cursed out-of-control polymer) rushed over frantically, even if Professor McGonagall kept burning it with flames, it didn't work.
There was no other way, and after Professor Sprout hesitated for a long time, she still hit the ground.
As the amber shattered, the seeds burst out of it and rolled to the ground.
A strange scent of flowers began to emanate from the classroom of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It was so strong that to a certain extent...it could even be said to be completely...covered the scent of incense and the rancid smell brought by the green mist itself.
In Professor McGonagall's surprised eyes, all those green colloids, as well as the green mist in the castle, flowed back into the seed completely and quickly as if being sucked into a black hole.
The originally rough, dark brown seeds also began to be dyed emerald green little by little, until finally they were as bright and clear as emeralds, shining with light.
In just a few minutes, all the dense green fog in the main classroom disappeared, and judging from the situation of the wind and clouds just now... I am afraid that all the green fog has been completely swallowed by this thing.
Professor McGonagall's face not only did not feel relieved, but became more serious.
Because she knew that if faced with a magical polymer with unknown effects, without thousands of experiments or targeted research... it would not be eliminated.
There are only two ways to quickly solve this kind of thing. Someone has a better understanding of this kind of thing, or uses a more serious and dangerous spell of the same nature, or a magic item to seal it, or eliminate it.
This kind of thing is often left over by those wizards from ancient times.
This kind of thing is not allowed to exist in Hogwarts. Even professors must apply to study and store it away from the school.
Look at it this way,
——Originally, the source of the catastrophe at Hogwarts came from the bottle of [Rafflesia Juice] that Professor Sprout gave to McGuffin...and what exactly did she take out...?
And thinking of this, Professor McGonagall's eyes gradually became severe.
But now is not a good time to discuss this issue.
The little wizards... and the mess of Hogwarts Castle (which now has the rotten jobs again as Professor Sprout puts away the seeds) are all set to start cleaning up and getting back to normal.
……
However, up to now, in front of Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall bluntly raised his doubts.
Almost everyone (including a snake McGuffin) looked at Professor Sprout.
"Pomona! Explain it to Professor McGonagall!"
Of all people, only Dumbledore seemed unsurprised by this.
Professor Sprout took out the broken amber crystal ball from his bosom, and emerald green light flickered inside.
"This is the immature seed of Rafflesia..."
"Everyone knows that the sap of Rafflesia flowers is extremely smelly, and it is almost impossible to get rid of it with magic... It is the main material for making love potions and secret medicines, and it is also an important part of all expensive perfumes in the magic world... Even the leftover residue can be used to make big dung eggs..."
"But not many people know that 'Rafflesia seeds' are the best material to get rid of this smell...and especially the immature seeds...the secret weapon of those high-dose incense suppliers..."
"Xiangshengxiangke (Chinese)!" Dumbledore sighed softly. (Only McGuffin can vaguely hear and understand, and everyone else is looking at him with puzzled faces)
"It's nothing... nothing... Pomona, go ahead!"
Professor Sprout sighed, and continued, "And I think you have also experienced that smell, but during the breeding season of Rafflesia, the smell of the liquid mixed with male Rafflesia pollen and female Rafflesia juice is a hundred times stronger, and can even suffocate people to a certain extent, and staying in this smell for a long time will also dry up the magic power of wizards and weaken some spells."
...The conventional bubble head spell will not work at all, even if the nose is removed with the transformation spell, it will not be able to resist... Only by relying on the immature seeds to absorb the taste can they receive the juice and obtain those precious potion materials (rafflesia juice). "
"That's why I carry it with me. Now it absorbs the smell and also mixes with the unstable magic polymer... I don't know what this seed will become!"
As she said, she handed this thing to Professor Dumbledore, "I just conducted some research and found that this seed has begun to change drastically... Now I can't know whether this thing is good or bad... Let Professor Dumbledore handle it!"
"Okay, Pomona! I'll hand it over to the Department of Mysteries at Magic International...there's a special process for dealing with this kind of thing!"
Dumbledore looked at it and put it away.
At this time, Professor McGonagall hesitated and asked another question in his mind.
"Professor Dumbledore, why did that thing change when we entered the classroom... It was fine with so many little wizards and Professor Lockhart before!"
This is also Professor Sprout's question, at least she doesn't know why an out-of-control magic polymer behaves as if it is conscious and can keep changing.
Never heard of such a spell, or anything like it.
After observing the amber ball for tens of seconds through the flames irradiated by the bonfire, Dumbledore began to briefly explain to everyone.
"It's not because that thing is conscious, but it reacted after you went there. It's just the most essential reaction of magic power..."
"Respond to the mind of the wizard...React to the imprint of the spell left in the magic power!"
McGuffin (snake) raised his head, trying to discern every word Dumbledore said, he always felt that what he said was not true, and there were some concealments.
And it seems to deliberately change the topic.
The old bee then set its sights on Harry and the McGuffin (snake).
At this time, the eyes of other people followed closely and looked at them.
This made Harry very nervous.
As for McGuffin, he is trying to really think of himself as a snake. (Wags tail hard, hissing.)
——He didn't forget that all of this was the reason why he gave Ron the Rafflesia juice in the flask and caused so many troubles.
"Now... it's just about the MacGuffin!... let's talk!"
Dumbledore waved his wand and added two pieces of wood to the bonfire next to him. The flames were much stronger, making everyone feel warm.
MacGuffin (snake · cold-blooded animal) feels sweaty.
——I don’t know if it’s a mistake.
(End of this chapter)
In the night, the bonfire was blazing, and the flames licked the firewood and made a crackling sound.
Sparks are constantly drifting in the darkness according to the direction of the wind--flickering and flickering.
Professor McGonagall glanced at Professor Sprout in front of him with an ugly face, and then began to talk about what happened next.
……
After seeing the weird scene in front of them, Professors McGonagall and Professor Sprout hurried into their wands and held them in front of their chests, aiming at the unknown object in front of them.
They know that there are too many incomprehensible things in the magic world, and many young and talented wizards are killed by the things they messed up.
At least... They had never heard of this thing in their wizard career.
"Professor Sprout, do you know what this is?"
"A shapeshifter, an amoeba, or some kind of shapeshifting curse..."
Professor McGonagall looked solemnly at the things in front of him that were shaped according to the images of the two of them,
——This is getting weirder, the expressions of the two statues are constantly changing before their eyes.
Crying, distressing, mourning, angry, shouting, howling...
Sometimes even two, or more than a few kinds of expressions are intertwined and appear on the face continuously.
Not at all human.
But the facial features on the head became more and more vivid, and the neck was stretched and twisted like noodles... It was about to stretch out in front of the two of them.
Professor Sprout shook his head, denying Professor McGonagall's guess.
"No... I don't think this is some kind of magical animal.... Species like amoebas and shapeshifters can't change so quickly, and it's not something like a curse or poison. Otherwise, the little wizard here wouldn't be safe until now..."
"It's more like the manifestation of magic itself in the air... like silence... or something similar to that!"
"No, silently, I have seen it once..." Professor McGonagall denied Professor Sprout's guess, saying, "That kind of thing can't keep running so smoothly, and it won't copy our faces!"
"Moreover, the magical power of the violent state possessed by Moran can be felt by wizards even if they are far away!"
After a little discussion, Professor McGonagall had to stop.
Because that head was really about to reach the ground... in front of them.
Two weird and penetrating things kept approaching, and the unfocused green pupils stared at the two without any other movements, but even so, Professor McGonagall didn't think it was a warm greeting to them.
——I can't wait any longer.
Professor McGonagall tried polymorphing on this thing...
Sure enough, there was no effect. Instead, some honeycomb-shaped cavities appeared densely on the two faces, and green flying insects kept flying out of them along with the green mist.
nausea!Penetration!Goosebumps all over the place!
Professor McGonagall took a few steps back.
"Burning flames!"
At the critical moment, Professor Sprout waved his wand, and a fiery red flame wall spewed out from the tip of the wand, blocking the attack of flying insects.
It's just that as the chins of the two heads began to open, the chins of the two green heads that were no longer in human shape continued to melt like candles, and a strong green airflow spewed out from the hollow, constantly suppressing the flames.
Professor Sprout stared at the green bugs flying on the other side (suppressed by the flames). She seemed to have thought of something, with a look of disbelief.
Then she suddenly understood what it was, and began to look down on the ground for something.
This caused the flame wall to be crushed little by little, shrinking continuously, and even those flying insects that swooped over were about to fly past the defense line.
Professor McGonagall looked at the little wizards beside him, and knew that the two of them couldn't back away even a step here.
——Why did this thing and these little wizards live in peace until the two came in?
This thought flashed through my mind, and I didn't have time to think about it.
Since heat doesn't work, then try cold.
Professor McGonagall cast a freezing spell to freeze the large flying insects and green mist in front of her at an extremely low temperature. The ice crystals spread from the two faces and necks until they reached the green gel group.
After seeing Professor McGonagall taking over, Professor Sprout simply put down his wand and searched the ground with sharp eyes.
"really……"
She waved her wand, and all kinds of glass shards scattered on the ground pieced together a mutilated flask in mid-air.
——The original green juice [Rafflesia juice] in it is not left at all.
Even Professor Sprout found half a wand among the pile of dragon skeletons.
—Ron's broken wand.
Some red-black mist is still lingering in the section above.
Even though it was broken, the wand itself was still vibrating... There was a small cracking sound of something unknown, and it became louder and louder. Gradually, the two of them could understand this... It was a bit like someone kept farting in the water,... the muffled muffled sound.
Professor McGonagall looked at the wand in Professor Sprout's hand. Even if she didn't touch it with her own hands, she could feel the unstable magic power gathering there.
"Professor Sprout, what have you found?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"That thing is indeed Rafflesia juice... It's just that I don't know what kind of curse has made it so."
Seeing Professor McGonagall's disbelieving eyes, Professor Sprout continued, "Those bugs, I felt like the symbiotic parasites of the [female Rafflesia] itself... Then I found these things!"
"Ron Weasley's broken wand...Professor McGonagall, you should have an impression!" She said, "I guess Ron cast a spell that caused the abnormal reaction of [Rafflesia Juice]...that's why this disaster happened!"
Professor McGonagall was not only impressed with Ron's wand, she even transferred him to the same position as McGuffin because of it.
— it does seem reasonable.
"But... that's just a magic wand, and it belongs to a little wizard, how is that possible!"
Professor McGonagall didn't believe it.
"Flash back to the previous curse!"
She raised her own wand, butted it with the broken wand section and yelled.
A thick gray cloud of smoke rose from the point where the two wands joined, (like those bad black and white Muggle films of old).
——It constitutes an unstable light beam, the surface is full of burrs, and it is still vibrating greatly, it can be said that it does not have any natural curvilinear beauty.
"Disappear without a trace!"
As Professor McGonagall whispered with an ugly face, the magic imprint formed by the smoke turned into a wisp of blue smoke and disappeared.
"These little guys are really..."
Professor McGonagall has already seen it - this is not a spell at all, it's just a collection of unstable magic power to form an effect similar to a spell.
It can be said to be the most primitive, that is, the magic cast by the first wizard...
In comparison, even silence is better than this, at least it will only cause loud noise and damage...
And no one knows what will happen with this kind of thing.
——I'm afraid that although the little wizard cast a certain spell, he had no intention of casting this spell under the panic and anxiety in his heart, and he broke the wand... The combination of these three things will cause this accident.
Ron Weasley is lucky that this guy is okay now!
Generally speaking, the luckiest situation after this kind of situation will cause casualties of the spellcasting wizard. If it is unlucky, it will bring disasters that do not exist in the world and cannot be understood.
For example, the Black Death in the Middle Ages is said to have been caused by a black wizard who studied magic from the East...and performed imprecise spellcasting operations...Although the slander of the pure-blood family was a curse from the East, anyone with a discerning eye knows what happened!
There is also the Spanish flu virus developed in the United States by a follower of Grindelwald 60 years ago, in an attempt to wipe out the Muggles of the entire world.
But unexpectedly, it deeply damaged the American magic world to a certain extent.
There may be dark wizards who will be ecstatic when they see these research products, but in Professor McGonagall's view...it is simply more dangerous to be black magic, and Hogwarts students simply cannot allow this kind of practice.
Even if it is done out of doubt, it must be punished.
After Professor McGonagall gave Ron a hard look, she knew that the Hogwarts disaster could be completely resolved only by getting rid of this thing in front of her.
and……
Under the translucent ice, Professor McGonagall and the two saw the frozen worms shaking and eating, and the holes began to reappear...
Flying insects, the frozen fluid slowly squeezed out of the hole like a stream of water under the ice layer, and formed a gel fluid with constantly changing shapes in mid-air.
And now it seems that this thing is enraged... This thing simply scattered into a ball of green flying insects, vibrating its wings... making a buzzing sound and rushing towards the two of them.
With a bitter face, Professor Sprout took out a thumb-sized, translucent amber ball from his pocket.
Inside there is a small black spot that looks like a dark brown seed.
For some reason, as if it sensed something, that thing (the cursed out-of-control polymer) rushed over frantically, even if Professor McGonagall kept burning it with flames, it didn't work.
There was no other way, and after Professor Sprout hesitated for a long time, she still hit the ground.
As the amber shattered, the seeds burst out of it and rolled to the ground.
A strange scent of flowers began to emanate from the classroom of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It was so strong that to a certain extent...it could even be said to be completely...covered the scent of incense and the rancid smell brought by the green mist itself.
In Professor McGonagall's surprised eyes, all those green colloids, as well as the green mist in the castle, flowed back into the seed completely and quickly as if being sucked into a black hole.
The originally rough, dark brown seeds also began to be dyed emerald green little by little, until finally they were as bright and clear as emeralds, shining with light.
In just a few minutes, all the dense green fog in the main classroom disappeared, and judging from the situation of the wind and clouds just now... I am afraid that all the green fog has been completely swallowed by this thing.
Professor McGonagall's face not only did not feel relieved, but became more serious.
Because she knew that if faced with a magical polymer with unknown effects, without thousands of experiments or targeted research... it would not be eliminated.
There are only two ways to quickly solve this kind of thing. Someone has a better understanding of this kind of thing, or uses a more serious and dangerous spell of the same nature, or a magic item to seal it, or eliminate it.
This kind of thing is often left over by those wizards from ancient times.
This kind of thing is not allowed to exist in Hogwarts. Even professors must apply to study and store it away from the school.
Look at it this way,
——Originally, the source of the catastrophe at Hogwarts came from the bottle of [Rafflesia Juice] that Professor Sprout gave to McGuffin...and what exactly did she take out...?
And thinking of this, Professor McGonagall's eyes gradually became severe.
But now is not a good time to discuss this issue.
The little wizards... and the mess of Hogwarts Castle (which now has the rotten jobs again as Professor Sprout puts away the seeds) are all set to start cleaning up and getting back to normal.
……
However, up to now, in front of Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall bluntly raised his doubts.
Almost everyone (including a snake McGuffin) looked at Professor Sprout.
"Pomona! Explain it to Professor McGonagall!"
Of all people, only Dumbledore seemed unsurprised by this.
Professor Sprout took out the broken amber crystal ball from his bosom, and emerald green light flickered inside.
"This is the immature seed of Rafflesia..."
"Everyone knows that the sap of Rafflesia flowers is extremely smelly, and it is almost impossible to get rid of it with magic... It is the main material for making love potions and secret medicines, and it is also an important part of all expensive perfumes in the magic world... Even the leftover residue can be used to make big dung eggs..."
"But not many people know that 'Rafflesia seeds' are the best material to get rid of this smell...and especially the immature seeds...the secret weapon of those high-dose incense suppliers..."
"Xiangshengxiangke (Chinese)!" Dumbledore sighed softly. (Only McGuffin can vaguely hear and understand, and everyone else is looking at him with puzzled faces)
"It's nothing... nothing... Pomona, go ahead!"
Professor Sprout sighed, and continued, "And I think you have also experienced that smell, but during the breeding season of Rafflesia, the smell of the liquid mixed with male Rafflesia pollen and female Rafflesia juice is a hundred times stronger, and can even suffocate people to a certain extent, and staying in this smell for a long time will also dry up the magic power of wizards and weaken some spells."
...The conventional bubble head spell will not work at all, even if the nose is removed with the transformation spell, it will not be able to resist... Only by relying on the immature seeds to absorb the taste can they receive the juice and obtain those precious potion materials (rafflesia juice). "
"That's why I carry it with me. Now it absorbs the smell and also mixes with the unstable magic polymer... I don't know what this seed will become!"
As she said, she handed this thing to Professor Dumbledore, "I just conducted some research and found that this seed has begun to change drastically... Now I can't know whether this thing is good or bad... Let Professor Dumbledore handle it!"
"Okay, Pomona! I'll hand it over to the Department of Mysteries at Magic International...there's a special process for dealing with this kind of thing!"
Dumbledore looked at it and put it away.
At this time, Professor McGonagall hesitated and asked another question in his mind.
"Professor Dumbledore, why did that thing change when we entered the classroom... It was fine with so many little wizards and Professor Lockhart before!"
This is also Professor Sprout's question, at least she doesn't know why an out-of-control magic polymer behaves as if it is conscious and can keep changing.
Never heard of such a spell, or anything like it.
After observing the amber ball for tens of seconds through the flames irradiated by the bonfire, Dumbledore began to briefly explain to everyone.
"It's not because that thing is conscious, but it reacted after you went there. It's just the most essential reaction of magic power..."
"Respond to the mind of the wizard...React to the imprint of the spell left in the magic power!"
McGuffin (snake) raised his head, trying to discern every word Dumbledore said, he always felt that what he said was not true, and there were some concealments.
And it seems to deliberately change the topic.
The old bee then set its sights on Harry and the McGuffin (snake).
At this time, the eyes of other people followed closely and looked at them.
This made Harry very nervous.
As for McGuffin, he is trying to really think of himself as a snake. (Wags tail hard, hissing.)
——He didn't forget that all of this was the reason why he gave Ron the Rafflesia juice in the flask and caused so many troubles.
"Now... it's just about the MacGuffin!... let's talk!"
Dumbledore waved his wand and added two pieces of wood to the bonfire next to him. The flames were much stronger, making everyone feel warm.
MacGuffin (snake · cold-blooded animal) feels sweaty.
——I don’t know if it’s a mistake.
(End of this chapter)
