Chapter 120 I don’t know how they lost
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
In the evening, after finishing the weekly discussion class, Tver left the principal's office briskly.
Unexpectedly, in the books left by Ravenclaw, in addition to the part about the speed of magic release in the four elements, there is also the art of transformation.
And it is a very simple, but also very profound transformation technique.
Modern transfiguration has been simplified and can basically be summarized by transformation spells, disappearance spells and summoning spells.
But ancient wizards were different. They were accustomed to decomposing the art of transformation into dozens of different transformation concepts based on the state of the object before and after the transformation.
These concepts are very difficult to learn, and studying each one is equivalent to learning the art of Transfiguration all over again.
However, the benefits are also obvious.
Tonight he stole the show in front of Dumbledore, even surprising the Headmaster in some ways.
Thinking of that scene, Tver couldn't help but smile proudly.
His attainments in Transfiguration were not low to begin with. After a year of study and teaching from Dumbledore, he was almost on par with Professor McGonagall.
Now that he has supplemented the research information left by Ravenclaw, he has gone global and can be called a transfiguration master.
But before he took two steps, the smile on his face disappeared.
"It seems our Professor Welfare is very happy tonight?" Snape slowly emerged from the shadows.
"It does deserve my happiness." Tver faced Snape's cold eyes calmly.
"Why, Slytherin lost the game, Professor Snape was not happy himself, and he did not allow others to be happy?"
Snape sneered.
"Professor Welfare, who is so happy, should be careful, don't bump into the unknown attacker, and be petrified by accident. Then you will have to drink the potion I prepared."
"Of course, if this attacker is related to you, there's no need to worry, right?"
Turns out he was doubting himself, Tver shrugged indifferently.
"I really don't have to worry, it's just because I'm strong enough~"
After chatting with Malvolio a lot, he also learned the tricks of yin and yang.
The corner of Snape's mouth twitched obviously. He opened his mouth slightly to say something, but after a while, he let out a cold snort.
Before Tver could react to his surprise, he strode forward angrily into the principal's office.
You won't go to Dumbledore to snitch on me again, will you?
Tver shook his head in amusement.
……
With an undisguised look of anger on his face, Snape forcefully pushed open the door to the principal's office with a loud "bang".
Phoenix Fawkes was resting with his head down, and immediately raised his head and chirped dissatisfiedly, but he came to Dumbledore without caring.
"Snapped."
He slapped his hands on the table vigorously, and his eyes looked fearlessly at Dumbledore.
"Have you never doubted that that boy was the murderer of the attack?!" he asked angrily.
Snape's actions were rare and rude. Dumbledore frowned in dissatisfaction, but still said gently: "That boy? You mean Turville?"
"Who else in the castle has such a profound knowledge of black magic? I think even you may not be much better than him in this aspect!"
"In the study of black magic, Tver does have an understanding that even I cannot match."
"But it doesn't mean that he will be the attacker, or that there is no need for him to attack a cat that has no hatred." Dumbledore explained patiently.
It's impossible for Snape not to understand this. The so-called suspicion of Tver was just an angry talk.
So after a while, seeing him gradually calm down, Dumbledore waved his hand to the seat.
"Don't worry, we can sit down and talk slowly. Tea, or pumpkin juice?"
"Do you still have pumpkin juice here?" Snape asked casually as he sat down.
"Tver loves this drink."
Dumbledore simply handed him a glass of pumpkin juice.
Snape looked as if he had swallowed a fly, but he still picked up the cup and took a sip, as if it contained Tver.
After one gulp, he slammed the cup on the table.
"I think you should know that boy is studying Muggles. Do you think he looks like anyone?"
Dumbledore did not answer immediately, but went to refill the empty cup with pumpkin juice. His relaxed look made Snape frown.
"Why, are you worried about your old sweetheart?" He sneered.
"Tver's teacher is indeed Grindelwald, but he is different. He has compassion for the weak." Dumbledore shook his head.
Snape snorted coldly.
"Pity? Elephants will feel pity when they see ants, but that doesn't stop them from easily trampling the ants to death!"
"Here's the problem. Tver, the elephant, has no intention of crushing the ants. On the contrary, he respects everyone who is inferior to him in strength and status."
"But how can you guarantee that one day in the future, he will not expose his ambitions? Or maybe one day he suddenly wants to rule the magic world?"
Snape's face was serious, his tone was very serious, and he was not at all irrational as he had vented his anger before.
Because he was really worried about this possibility.
Dumbledore's expression couldn't help but become serious.
He had long been aware of this problem, which is why he gave the Philosopher's Stone to Tver last year and asked for weekly discussions.
It was just to make it easier for him to win over Tver and monitor Tver's inner thoughts.
His current strength will not decline, but the possibility of growth is basically gone.
Although Tver has been disguising, he can still clearly feel that Tver's strength is growing at an alarming rate.
According to this situation, it is likely that it will not be long before he surpasses himself.
At that time, if Tver really inherits his teacher's will and becomes a new generation of Dark Lord, who else can stop him?
"So I will monitor him all the time," Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed with a golden light, "At the same time, I will also teach him and not let him have any wrong ideas!"
Snape curled his lips.
"I thought you could take stronger measures."
"Voldemort doesn't know where he is hiding in, waiting for resurrection. If Tver is drawn over, even a hundred spies can't stop these two from joining forces!"
Dumbledore sighed helplessly.
"You have to change your mind. Turville knows that some concepts in the magical world have become outdated and need to be more, how do you say that, scientific point of view to guide the magical world?"
"Huh, I feel like you were more influenced by him." Snape smiled contemptuously.
Dumbledore picked up a lemon snow candy indifferently.
"Anyway, we all know that is the correct concept. If Tver can maintain this view, wouldn't the magic world be able to have a younger and more powerful guardian?"
"What, are you planning to retire?"
"Someday."
After saying that, Dumbledore put the candy into his mouth.
Unexpectedly, in the books left by Ravenclaw, in addition to the part about the speed of magic release in the four elements, there is also the art of transformation.
And it is a very simple, but also very profound transformation technique.
Modern transfiguration has been simplified and can basically be summarized by transformation spells, disappearance spells and summoning spells.
But ancient wizards were different. They were accustomed to decomposing the art of transformation into dozens of different transformation concepts based on the state of the object before and after the transformation.
These concepts are very difficult to learn, and studying each one is equivalent to learning the art of Transfiguration all over again.
However, the benefits are also obvious.
Tonight he stole the show in front of Dumbledore, even surprising the Headmaster in some ways.
Thinking of that scene, Tver couldn't help but smile proudly.
His attainments in Transfiguration were not low to begin with. After a year of study and teaching from Dumbledore, he was almost on par with Professor McGonagall.
Now that he has supplemented the research information left by Ravenclaw, he has gone global and can be called a transfiguration master.
But before he took two steps, the smile on his face disappeared.
"It seems our Professor Welfare is very happy tonight?" Snape slowly emerged from the shadows.
"It does deserve my happiness." Tver faced Snape's cold eyes calmly.
"Why, Slytherin lost the game, Professor Snape was not happy himself, and he did not allow others to be happy?"
Snape sneered.
"Professor Welfare, who is so happy, should be careful, don't bump into the unknown attacker, and be petrified by accident. Then you will have to drink the potion I prepared."
"Of course, if this attacker is related to you, there's no need to worry, right?"
Turns out he was doubting himself, Tver shrugged indifferently.
"I really don't have to worry, it's just because I'm strong enough~"
After chatting with Malvolio a lot, he also learned the tricks of yin and yang.
The corner of Snape's mouth twitched obviously. He opened his mouth slightly to say something, but after a while, he let out a cold snort.
Before Tver could react to his surprise, he strode forward angrily into the principal's office.
You won't go to Dumbledore to snitch on me again, will you?
Tver shook his head in amusement.
……
With an undisguised look of anger on his face, Snape forcefully pushed open the door to the principal's office with a loud "bang".
Phoenix Fawkes was resting with his head down, and immediately raised his head and chirped dissatisfiedly, but he came to Dumbledore without caring.
"Snapped."
He slapped his hands on the table vigorously, and his eyes looked fearlessly at Dumbledore.
"Have you never doubted that that boy was the murderer of the attack?!" he asked angrily.
Snape's actions were rare and rude. Dumbledore frowned in dissatisfaction, but still said gently: "That boy? You mean Turville?"
"Who else in the castle has such a profound knowledge of black magic? I think even you may not be much better than him in this aspect!"
"In the study of black magic, Tver does have an understanding that even I cannot match."
"But it doesn't mean that he will be the attacker, or that there is no need for him to attack a cat that has no hatred." Dumbledore explained patiently.
It's impossible for Snape not to understand this. The so-called suspicion of Tver was just an angry talk.
So after a while, seeing him gradually calm down, Dumbledore waved his hand to the seat.
"Don't worry, we can sit down and talk slowly. Tea, or pumpkin juice?"
"Do you still have pumpkin juice here?" Snape asked casually as he sat down.
"Tver loves this drink."
Dumbledore simply handed him a glass of pumpkin juice.
Snape looked as if he had swallowed a fly, but he still picked up the cup and took a sip, as if it contained Tver.
After one gulp, he slammed the cup on the table.
"I think you should know that boy is studying Muggles. Do you think he looks like anyone?"
Dumbledore did not answer immediately, but went to refill the empty cup with pumpkin juice. His relaxed look made Snape frown.
"Why, are you worried about your old sweetheart?" He sneered.
"Tver's teacher is indeed Grindelwald, but he is different. He has compassion for the weak." Dumbledore shook his head.
Snape snorted coldly.
"Pity? Elephants will feel pity when they see ants, but that doesn't stop them from easily trampling the ants to death!"
"Here's the problem. Tver, the elephant, has no intention of crushing the ants. On the contrary, he respects everyone who is inferior to him in strength and status."
"But how can you guarantee that one day in the future, he will not expose his ambitions? Or maybe one day he suddenly wants to rule the magic world?"
Snape's face was serious, his tone was very serious, and he was not at all irrational as he had vented his anger before.
Because he was really worried about this possibility.
Dumbledore's expression couldn't help but become serious.
He had long been aware of this problem, which is why he gave the Philosopher's Stone to Tver last year and asked for weekly discussions.
It was just to make it easier for him to win over Tver and monitor Tver's inner thoughts.
His current strength will not decline, but the possibility of growth is basically gone.
Although Tver has been disguising, he can still clearly feel that Tver's strength is growing at an alarming rate.
According to this situation, it is likely that it will not be long before he surpasses himself.
At that time, if Tver really inherits his teacher's will and becomes a new generation of Dark Lord, who else can stop him?
"So I will monitor him all the time," Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed with a golden light, "At the same time, I will also teach him and not let him have any wrong ideas!"
Snape curled his lips.
"I thought you could take stronger measures."
"Voldemort doesn't know where he is hiding in, waiting for resurrection. If Tver is drawn over, even a hundred spies can't stop these two from joining forces!"
Dumbledore sighed helplessly.
"You have to change your mind. Turville knows that some concepts in the magical world have become outdated and need to be more, how do you say that, scientific point of view to guide the magical world?"
"Huh, I feel like you were more influenced by him." Snape smiled contemptuously.
Dumbledore picked up a lemon snow candy indifferently.
"Anyway, we all know that is the correct concept. If Tver can maintain this view, wouldn't the magic world be able to have a younger and more powerful guardian?"
"What, are you planning to retire?"
"Someday."
After saying that, Dumbledore put the candy into his mouth.
