Chapter 12 Transfiguration Class

As Meka Anders headed toward the Transfiguration classroom, he was thinking about the level of potion-making equipment he inherited from Elder Domon last night.

His talent for potion-making was only average, not very good, but fortunately it was not unchangeable.

20 years of experience in potion-making equipment was so precious, and it was already in hand, which made people think of the more distant future.

To become an excellent wizard, resources are naturally indispensable.

Whether it is making potions, learning magic, or even the space in the brain, resources are needed. And resources are equivalent to money, equivalent to gold galleons.

In the magic world, to make a fortune, you still have to look at the potion master.

Meka thought that with the space in his mind, he might be able to refresh the record of the magic world and become the youngest potion master, or even the youngest potion master.

As long as the way of potion is opened, there is probably no need to worry about running out of money.

Thinking of this, Meka felt that the sky was much better, and the whole person was particularly energetic.

He stepped into the door of the Transfiguration classroom and stopped. Harry and Ron followed him, panting.

Ron had not spent all his time in the dormitory because he was dragged out of bed by Maka in the morning to wash and go out. The three of them jogged all the way here and finally did not arrive late.

Maka opened the door.

Creak.

The heavy black door opened.

Pairs of eyes looked over, and Ron shrank his neck, feeling a little uncomfortable. Harry also unconsciously adjusted his glasses and walked inside with his head down.

Maka looked inside.

The classroom was a little dim, even with the window open.

On the podium, a candle was flickering, and a white-haired black-striped cat stretched lazily, with the candlelight flickering in its narrow pupils.

The students were dressed neatly, all dressed as wizards, sitting around the podium.

Maka walked inside and looked at the faces of these little wizards.

Hermione, with her long curly brown hair, waved at them.

Meka nodded slightly, and he found a desk, put all the books on it, and then looked at the desk.

Harry and Ron sat down next to him.

Ron looked up, yawned, and was about to say a few words when Meka clapped his hands and shushed him.

Ron looked at him in confusion, as if wondering why he was not allowed to speak.

Meka did not answer. He saw the white-haired and black-striped cat on the desk jumped off the podium and disappeared.

On the wall illuminated by the candlelight, a black shadow grew from the ground, getting taller and bigger.

Soon, the cat turned into a dignified old woman in a pure green robe.

Professor McGonagall raised her cat eyes, which were still changing in light gold, and glanced at Ron coldly. Ron opened his mouth wide, unable to close it, and buried his face in the desk.

"I'm glad to see everyone's enthusiasm for learning. The first day was great and no one was late."

Professor McGonagall had a round bun, a pointed chin, and her facial features were as dignified and elegant as a cat.

She glanced at the three people in front of her and said intentionally or unintentionally:

"Sometimes you don't have to calculate the time so precisely. You can come earlier so that if there is any accident on the road, you can still arrive in the classroom on time."

Harry seemed to feel her severity and lowered his head.

Meka savored the scene of the cat turning into a human in his mind, and relived the enthusiasm of the first time he went to school in his previous life. He listened very seriously.

This kind of magic is the focus of this class-Transfiguration.

It sounds like just a small magic, but it can be a separate course, and the course continues from the first grade to the seventh grade. It is known that it is rich in content. Even if it is a kind of magic, it can support a large branch.

This is indeed the case.

This kind of magic is known for its complexity and danger, and is well-known throughout the magic world.

Its name, Transfiguration, includes the transformation of dead objects, the transformation between dead objects and living objects, and the most accident-prone Animagus.

This kind of Animagus transforms itself into an animal, from skin to blood vessels, from muscles to bones, and finally to internal organs, with continuous and in-depth changes.

The details that need to be paid attention to in this change involve so much knowledge about the human body and magic that it is unimaginable.

And this is why Transfiguration is dangerous.

Every little detail here, if it goes wrong, may cause the human body to become an animal forever, and it will never change back. The human brain and wisdom will also be replaced by animality and instinct.

This situation can be explained in this way: your body is still alive, but the person is dead.

Of course, the first-year Transfiguration class will not teach "Animagus", but some introductory theories, such as the transformation of dead objects: one object becomes another object.

Professor McGonagall deserves to have taught here for many years and has become the vice-president of the famous magic school Hogwarts. She is extremely knowledgeable and explains this boring Transfiguration theory in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

But knowing it in your head is one thing, and being able to perform it is another.

After the class, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and looked at the little wizards below with a stern look:

"I want to see how much you have learned from this class."

"Now use the knowledge of Transfiguration you have learned to turn the match on the table into a needle."

The little wizards looked at each other, as if they were not sure whether they had mastered the knowledge of this class, or they did not believe that one class would allow them to get started with this subject.

"Hurry up."

Professor McGonagall frowned: "You must dare to try something like magic, otherwise it will just stay at the theoretical level and the level of knowledge, and you will never learn well in your life."

Harry looked up at Ron and Meka suspiciously.

He seemed to doubt whether he could really do such a thing, and wanted to see how others performed it.

Meka Anders returned his smile, which was not burdensome.

When he took out his wand, he was already mentally reviewing Professor McGonagall's demeanor, gestures, and the syllable changes of the spell in this class. He raised his wand and pointed it at the matches on the table.

Suddenly, I felt a flash of inspiration in my heart, as if I had grasped the key in an instant.

He whispered the Transfiguration spell.

A ray of white light sank into the match.

The match rolled up and down, seemingly turning into plasticine, constantly deforming, sometimes bulging, sometimes elongating.

One by one, tiny vellus hairs emerged from it, seemingly giving off a metallic sheen.

Meka showed an expectant look, but her expression soon changed.

puff!

It seemed like a weasel emitted a burst of exhaust gas, and yellow smoke dispersed.

Each vellus hair withered, and the last remaining one drooped down, like the only hair on the head of a bald man.

Ron and Harry were watching in rapt attention, but when they smelled the smell, they simply retched. Harry quickly covered his nose again.

Meka flapped her palms to disperse the smell, frowning as she thought about the reason for her failure.

He actually has some judgment about his talent, so he doesn't feel disappointed. It's good to be able to get started with magic in one go. It doesn't matter if you can't get started.

"Defermanxiu!"

A clear female voice sounded.

Meka was attracted by the sound and turned to look.

The long-brown-haired Miss Hermione Granger spoke in an exciting tone, and her eyes were bright and reflected bright light.

The wand spread out strips of white light in her hand, like seaweed swaying, and all of them penetrated into the match in front of her.

The match suddenly inflated like a balloon and became round, with silver spots growing on its surface, gradually covering the entire sphere.

Ding-dang-dang.

The balloon-like match shrank into a thin needle, fell to the ground and jumped twice, making a crisp sound.

"very good."

Professor McGonagall walked up to Hermione, bent down, picked up the silver needle, and put it back on the table.

Her unsmiling face showed a smile for the first time:

"Well done Miss Granger, three points to Gryffindor House."

The scene burst into applause, and it was Ron who was applauding.

The applause soon extended, and all the little wizards in Gryffindor House clapped. Someone whistled in cheers, which immediately attracted a glare from Professor McGonagall.

But it seemed that Professor McGonagall was really in a good mood and did not punish the whistler.

Meka Anders also smiled and clapped, focusing on the little girl who was trying to remain reserved. A golden light that was invisible to the naked eye was like a fish swimming in her pupils.

"Hermione Granger."

"Psychic power level: level 43."

This brown-haired girl's talent in magic is evident from this.

Meka didn't feel discouraged, let alone discouraged. She just felt that she had one more target to chase, and her smile became even brighter.

"In Autobiography of a Vampire, I don't know what to expect."

He thought to himself that he would know the answer tonight, and this expectation could not help but boost his spirits even more.

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