Chapter 25 Patricia Rick
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
The muscular golden wheel version of Glenn stood up straight in front of the mirror, turned left and right twice, and looked at his new look.
"Why does it feel a bit harsh on the eyes?" Glenn thought for no reason.
He clenched his fist and waved it in the air, trying to feel the changes in his muscles.But soon I was a little disappointed to find that there seemed to be no improvement in strength.
It appears that unlike Polyjuice Potion, Metamorphmagus's changes are only apparent in appearance.
Using Polyjuice Potion to change, although the magic level will not change, the physical strength will still change according to the target.
If you change from an adult to a child, your strength will naturally decrease. However, if you become a boxer, a special force such as a special force, you will not only gain an increase in strength, but will even inherit a large part of the target's muscle memory.
As for the Disguise Mags, they are just imitations. Even though they are as lumpy as they are now, they still have the same physical strength as when they were 11 years old. (Privately designed to prevent bugs due to excessive capabilities.)
However, considering that Polyjuice Potion needs to be replenished once an hour and is difficult to prepare, the flexible and convenient Disguise Magus is better.
Glenn imagined his original image, went through the baptism of pain again, and recovered his original form.
He looked at the pajamas in the mirror that were stretched beyond repair and sighed slightly.
It’s better to play less with this kind of change in the future.
......
The next day was another annoying rainy day, and the new Ravenclaw students had to walk through the muddy ground and the windy playground early in the morning to go to Herbology class with the Hufflepuffs.
The heavy "Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms" in their backpacks even slowed down their pace.
This textbook will be used until the fifth grade OWLs exam, and it also covers the two courses of herbal medicine and potions. This shows how thick a tome it is.
They braved the wind and rain to come to the greenhouse behind the castle, where the professor had been waiting early.
The short and fat Professor Sprout opened the greenhouse door for them with a big smile, and the little wizards couldn't wait to squeeze in.
Seemingly seeing their miserable state soaked by the rain, the professor showed a distressed expression. As expected of the headmaster of Hufflepuff, he was so kind-hearted.
She pulled out her wand and waved it in front of everyone.
A dry and warm breeze blew by, drying everyone's robes and hair.
Under Professor Sprout's gentle and kind explanation, the freshmen learned a lot of basic knowledge about caring for and utilizing plants, and then braved the wind and rain again to return to the castle.
In the afternoon, I had a Defense Against the Dark Arts class with the Gryffindors. According to the senior classmates, the new professor was quite good.
Glenn was a little nervous about facing this master of black magic again.
After lunch, they walked through the foyer together to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the first floor.
Patricia Rick had arrived in the classroom early and was sitting at the desk waiting.
She held a copy of "The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic" in her hand and was reading it carefully. From time to time she picked up the tea cup next to her and took a sip, seemingly not caring about the little wizards who came in.
"Professor Rick looks so elegant..." Qiu whispered with envy.
Patricia seemed to notice something, raised her head slightly, and smiled at Qiu.
Such a keen perception...
Glenn's pupils shrank, and his heart suddenly became frightened.
The two chose a seat and sat down. Two roommates also walked in one after another, and the classroom was almost full in no time.
It was not until the beginning of class that Morgana arrived belatedly, with a reluctant expression on her face, and sat in the corner.
Patricia put down the book in her hand, stood up, glanced in Morgana's direction, and showed a meaningful smile.
Glenn, who had been observing secretly, keenly noticed this series of small movements, and his heart moved.
"They definitely know each other!" he thought to himself.
Patricia, who was wearing a slim-fitting black robe, stepped onto the podium and wrote two words on the blackboard.
DarkArt
"Before we officially start, I have a little question." She glanced at the new students with a smile, "In your opinion, what is black magic?"
The little wizards seemed to have a good impression of the professor and raised their hands one after another, wanting to express themselves well and leave a good impression on the professor.
Glenn didn't raise his hand or go out of his way to hide himself.If you dodge too deliberately, you will easily attract the attention of others.
"Tell me about this classmate." Patricia selected the most active Gryffindor freshman, "Cormac McLaggen, right?"
McLaggen, who loves to show off (I really want to use the word "pretend" here), stood up quickly with a look of surprise on his face.
"Yes, Professor!" He showed a very handsome expression. "I think black magic is an evil and perverted branch of magic. They use some shady means to fight against justice. We should work hard to learn black magic. Defense skills to completely eliminate these disgusting scum!"
After he finished speaking triumphantly, he looked at the professor expectantly, completely unaware of the dangerous light flashing in his narrow red phoenix eyes.
"What a man..." Glenn praised silently in his mind.
"That's good..." Patricia took a deep breath and resisted the urge to crush this brat to death, "But what I want to tell you today is another idea."
Morgana in the corner showed a gloating smile.
Patricia adjusted her mood and continued: "I believe that every student here is as wary and disgusted with black magic as I am. But as I said, apart from that, we There is also a different attitude that should be maintained..."
She turned around and wrote another word on the blackboard.
In awe
The little wizards didn't know what was going on and waited quietly for her to continue.
"In the eyes of many people, black magic is a kind of magic created for perverted pleasure to harm others." She said slowly, "But in fact, this is a kind of confusion. The black wizard and the black magic A confusion of the concept of magic.”
"With dark magic, harm is not an end, but a means. A means to a noble end."
There was a hint of etherealness in Patricia's voice, and Glenn even felt that there was a vague power that touched people's hearts.
"What is a noble purpose?" A sudden voice sounded, breaking the vague feeling.
It's Morgana.
Patricia's eyes fell on the girl, she looked at her deeply and continued.
"Absolutely powerful strength."
"Why does it feel a bit harsh on the eyes?" Glenn thought for no reason.
He clenched his fist and waved it in the air, trying to feel the changes in his muscles.But soon I was a little disappointed to find that there seemed to be no improvement in strength.
It appears that unlike Polyjuice Potion, Metamorphmagus's changes are only apparent in appearance.
Using Polyjuice Potion to change, although the magic level will not change, the physical strength will still change according to the target.
If you change from an adult to a child, your strength will naturally decrease. However, if you become a boxer, a special force such as a special force, you will not only gain an increase in strength, but will even inherit a large part of the target's muscle memory.
As for the Disguise Mags, they are just imitations. Even though they are as lumpy as they are now, they still have the same physical strength as when they were 11 years old. (Privately designed to prevent bugs due to excessive capabilities.)
However, considering that Polyjuice Potion needs to be replenished once an hour and is difficult to prepare, the flexible and convenient Disguise Magus is better.
Glenn imagined his original image, went through the baptism of pain again, and recovered his original form.
He looked at the pajamas in the mirror that were stretched beyond repair and sighed slightly.
It’s better to play less with this kind of change in the future.
......
The next day was another annoying rainy day, and the new Ravenclaw students had to walk through the muddy ground and the windy playground early in the morning to go to Herbology class with the Hufflepuffs.
The heavy "Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms" in their backpacks even slowed down their pace.
This textbook will be used until the fifth grade OWLs exam, and it also covers the two courses of herbal medicine and potions. This shows how thick a tome it is.
They braved the wind and rain to come to the greenhouse behind the castle, where the professor had been waiting early.
The short and fat Professor Sprout opened the greenhouse door for them with a big smile, and the little wizards couldn't wait to squeeze in.
Seemingly seeing their miserable state soaked by the rain, the professor showed a distressed expression. As expected of the headmaster of Hufflepuff, he was so kind-hearted.
She pulled out her wand and waved it in front of everyone.
A dry and warm breeze blew by, drying everyone's robes and hair.
Under Professor Sprout's gentle and kind explanation, the freshmen learned a lot of basic knowledge about caring for and utilizing plants, and then braved the wind and rain again to return to the castle.
In the afternoon, I had a Defense Against the Dark Arts class with the Gryffindors. According to the senior classmates, the new professor was quite good.
Glenn was a little nervous about facing this master of black magic again.
After lunch, they walked through the foyer together to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the first floor.
Patricia Rick had arrived in the classroom early and was sitting at the desk waiting.
She held a copy of "The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic" in her hand and was reading it carefully. From time to time she picked up the tea cup next to her and took a sip, seemingly not caring about the little wizards who came in.
"Professor Rick looks so elegant..." Qiu whispered with envy.
Patricia seemed to notice something, raised her head slightly, and smiled at Qiu.
Such a keen perception...
Glenn's pupils shrank, and his heart suddenly became frightened.
The two chose a seat and sat down. Two roommates also walked in one after another, and the classroom was almost full in no time.
It was not until the beginning of class that Morgana arrived belatedly, with a reluctant expression on her face, and sat in the corner.
Patricia put down the book in her hand, stood up, glanced in Morgana's direction, and showed a meaningful smile.
Glenn, who had been observing secretly, keenly noticed this series of small movements, and his heart moved.
"They definitely know each other!" he thought to himself.
Patricia, who was wearing a slim-fitting black robe, stepped onto the podium and wrote two words on the blackboard.
DarkArt
"Before we officially start, I have a little question." She glanced at the new students with a smile, "In your opinion, what is black magic?"
The little wizards seemed to have a good impression of the professor and raised their hands one after another, wanting to express themselves well and leave a good impression on the professor.
Glenn didn't raise his hand or go out of his way to hide himself.If you dodge too deliberately, you will easily attract the attention of others.
"Tell me about this classmate." Patricia selected the most active Gryffindor freshman, "Cormac McLaggen, right?"
McLaggen, who loves to show off (I really want to use the word "pretend" here), stood up quickly with a look of surprise on his face.
"Yes, Professor!" He showed a very handsome expression. "I think black magic is an evil and perverted branch of magic. They use some shady means to fight against justice. We should work hard to learn black magic. Defense skills to completely eliminate these disgusting scum!"
After he finished speaking triumphantly, he looked at the professor expectantly, completely unaware of the dangerous light flashing in his narrow red phoenix eyes.
"What a man..." Glenn praised silently in his mind.
"That's good..." Patricia took a deep breath and resisted the urge to crush this brat to death, "But what I want to tell you today is another idea."
Morgana in the corner showed a gloating smile.
Patricia adjusted her mood and continued: "I believe that every student here is as wary and disgusted with black magic as I am. But as I said, apart from that, we There is also a different attitude that should be maintained..."
She turned around and wrote another word on the blackboard.
In awe
The little wizards didn't know what was going on and waited quietly for her to continue.
"In the eyes of many people, black magic is a kind of magic created for perverted pleasure to harm others." She said slowly, "But in fact, this is a kind of confusion. The black wizard and the black magic A confusion of the concept of magic.”
"With dark magic, harm is not an end, but a means. A means to a noble end."
There was a hint of etherealness in Patricia's voice, and Glenn even felt that there was a vague power that touched people's hearts.
"What is a noble purpose?" A sudden voice sounded, breaking the vague feeling.
It's Morgana.
Patricia's eyes fell on the girl, she looked at her deeply and continued.
"Absolutely powerful strength."
