Chapter 27 Dumbledore's Advice
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
"Huh, it turns out to be here." Suer carefully looked to the left and right. He was the only one in the corridor on the eighth floor.
What Sur was looking for was actually not a painting. To be precise, it was a tapestry depicting a giant monster and a wizard wearing a wizard's robe.
The troll on the tapestry is beating the wizard with a thick club.
It was hung opposite a white wall.
"What should I do?" Su Er touched his chin involuntarily, frowning and trying to recall the content of the movie he had watched with his ex-girlfriend.
But memory will turn yellow. More than ten years have passed, and the already blurred memory has long turned into sporadic fragments.
Maybe poke the troll with the wand?
Think and act.
"Oh, it doesn't seem like that..." Soul retracted his wand and touched his chin again in the face of the troll's annoyed eyes.
Then, Soul tried several more methods that he thought might work, such as tickling the troll or poking its eyes.
Without any surprise, all these attempts failed. The wizard on the tapestry cast a pleading look at Sur, who was outside the painting. Because of Sur's harassment, the furious troll had to vent all its excess anger on his head. superior.
"What are you doing here?" A gentle voice sounded beside Suer, and Suer, who was deep in thought, was startled to jump.
"Ah..." Suer quickly raised his head and glanced at the visitor, then lowered his head, "Mr. Principal Deng."
"Actually, I prefer to be called Professor." Dumbledore smiled and stood next to Soul, observing the tapestry with him.
"You seem interested in this painting?"
"Yes..Yes, Professor." Soul nodded, "I came here accidentally and thought it was very interesting."
"Oh?" Dumbledore glanced at Soul with a smile and smiled, "It's indeed interesting."
"His name was Barnabas the Fool," Dumbledore said. "He did many things, but the one thing he was most famous for was that he tried to teach the trolls how to dance ballet."
Soul nodded obediently, showing interest in the story on the tapestry.
"The result was that he failed and was beaten hard by the trolls with wooden clubs."
The story is simple and the atmosphere is awkward.
Soul smiled and pretended that the story was interesting, but the smile in Dumbledore's eyes showed that he had seen through Soul.
"My office is in this corridor. Are you interested in coming to my office?" After the two of them silently observed the tapestry for a while, Dumbledore was the first to break the atmosphere.
Su Er actually wanted to refuse, but the biggest person in the school personally invited him, so of course he could only nod obediently.
He was not coerced.
The two walked slowly, and Dumbledore's introduction voice sounded from time to time in the quiet corridor. He knew everything about the castle well, and there was a long history behind each painting.
For example, Dumbledore introduced the fire-breathing dragon in detail, which can be traced back to the war between goblins and wizards. Sule also learned from this that the Hogsmeade Wizarding Village outside the school was once used as a place for the Lich War. command post.
"When this fire dragon attacked Hogwarts, it was subdued by the then principal."
"Okay, here we are."
Dumbledore and Soul stopped in front of a statue of a strange-looking stone monster.
"Password." The monster statue spoke in a dull voice.
"Honey Olaf."
"The password is correct." Suer watched silently as the stone monster turned its back, revealing its round buttocks behind it.
Go through a spiral staircase behind the stone statue, open the door, and you will find the principal's office.
This is a spacious, bright circular room. The slender-legged table is filled with strange-shaped silver utensils. There are several circular containers that rotate and spray white smoke around.
The walls are covered with portraits. In many of the portraits, old men and women are snoring lightly with their eyes closed. There is a picture frame filled with people, muttering and discussing.
When Su Er walked in, they all focused on Su Er.
There is a large, tall bookshelf in the corner of the room. The shelf is filled with books, [Advanced Transfiguration], [Human Transfiguration], [Mystery of Alchemy]...
There was a dirty hat in one of the spaces. Soul recognized it as the Sorting Hat.
There is a high perch next to the bookshelf, and a red-gold bird with three curled feathers on its head is nodding there with its eyes closed.
"Come, please sit down." Dumbledore waved his hand and conjured two sofas. "What would you like to drink? I suggest a glass of the kitchen's special candy drink."
Soul shook his head and sat down carefully on the sofa, leaving half of his buttocks open.
Although Soul refused, Dumbledore snapped his fingers and ordered two drinks.
The atmosphere fell into awkward silence again, oh, not entirely close. From time to time, subtle voices floated over from the portraits on the wall.
Dumbledore took a sip of the candy drink with a satisfied look on his face. He dug out a small bag from somewhere and threw a black object into his mouth, biting it with a crunching sound.
It seems like---a cockroach?Su Er's expression was extremely strange.
"This...Professor?" Suer twisted his body uncomfortably and spoke cautiously.
"Oh, do you want some cockroaches too?" Dumbledore said, taking out a few cockroaches with the mellow smell of chocolate from his pocket, and at the same time he did not forget to throw one into his mouth.
Looking at the cockroach-shaped candies crawling around on the table, Suer twitched the corner of his mouth.
You should keep this stuff for yourself and enjoy it.
"No, Professor." Suer showed an awkward yet polite smile.
"Okay, okay." Dumbledore muttered a few words and put the cockroaches on the table back into the cloth bag. He didn't understand that no one appreciated such delicious food.
"Don't be nervous, should I call you Bones or Ellison?"
"It's okay, Professor." Suer breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the cockroaches that were stumbling around being taken back. He was not afraid of cockroaches, he just felt that this kind of creature was a bit disgusting, and coupled with the psychological shadow, such a habit would Even if the world changes, it has not changed.
After all, this is what happens to anyone who has had the dark experience of being smacked in the face by a cockroach half the size of a palm.
"Well, Mr. Bones, Professor McGonagall said she found a good idea. I wanted to talk to you at that time," Dumbledore said. "This is actually what I expected. After all, the Bones family's talent for transformation is generally very good."
"I heard that you have been practicing transformation spells recently. Can you tell me why? According to normal teaching, these contents will not be exposed until the fourth grade."
Suer was silent for a while, then faintly uttered three words, "Because of you."
"Because of me?" A look of astonishment flashed across Dumbledore's face.
"Yes, Professor." Suer nodded affirmatively, "You and Professor McGonagall transformed my sister Angel into a unicorn before the school started. She was very sad when the magic disappeared the next day..."
"Before I left home, I promised to turn her into a unicorn when I came back."
"That's what I wanted for her as a Christmas present."
A look of confusion flashed across Dumbledore's face, "I think you should know that magical creatures cannot be transformed using transfiguration."
"I know, it's a horse, Professor, you just changed into a horse with horns."
"This involves the theory of superimposed deformation." Dumbledore nodded, "On top of the deformation, there is another layer of deformation. So, Mr. Bones, how far have you achieved it?"
In fact, with the help of Professor McGonagall, Soul has been able to successfully use the transformation spell. He can turn a smaller stool into a horse of similar size.
But the difficulty was how to make changes to the transformed items. Suhr suddenly thought that the author of the paper about superimposed transformation seemed to be the amiable Professor Dumbledore in front of him?
After listening to Soul's study progress report, Dumbledore pondered for a while. Facing Soul's shining eyes, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile, "Actually, your idea is right, but there is still something missing. .”
"You should be like this..."
Soul nodded repeatedly when he heard this, and wanted to use a quill to record everything Dumbledore said, but he couldn't find it after searching all his pockets, so he could only try his best to remember what Dumbledore said. Profound theories conveyed.
As the saying goes, listening to you for a while is like listening for a while...ah, it's better than ten years of reading.
With the help of foreign aid, the roadblock in front of Sur collapsed like a muddy ground.
Everything is clear.
What Sur was looking for was actually not a painting. To be precise, it was a tapestry depicting a giant monster and a wizard wearing a wizard's robe.
The troll on the tapestry is beating the wizard with a thick club.
It was hung opposite a white wall.
"What should I do?" Su Er touched his chin involuntarily, frowning and trying to recall the content of the movie he had watched with his ex-girlfriend.
But memory will turn yellow. More than ten years have passed, and the already blurred memory has long turned into sporadic fragments.
Maybe poke the troll with the wand?
Think and act.
"Oh, it doesn't seem like that..." Soul retracted his wand and touched his chin again in the face of the troll's annoyed eyes.
Then, Soul tried several more methods that he thought might work, such as tickling the troll or poking its eyes.
Without any surprise, all these attempts failed. The wizard on the tapestry cast a pleading look at Sur, who was outside the painting. Because of Sur's harassment, the furious troll had to vent all its excess anger on his head. superior.
"What are you doing here?" A gentle voice sounded beside Suer, and Suer, who was deep in thought, was startled to jump.
"Ah..." Suer quickly raised his head and glanced at the visitor, then lowered his head, "Mr. Principal Deng."
"Actually, I prefer to be called Professor." Dumbledore smiled and stood next to Soul, observing the tapestry with him.
"You seem interested in this painting?"
"Yes..Yes, Professor." Soul nodded, "I came here accidentally and thought it was very interesting."
"Oh?" Dumbledore glanced at Soul with a smile and smiled, "It's indeed interesting."
"His name was Barnabas the Fool," Dumbledore said. "He did many things, but the one thing he was most famous for was that he tried to teach the trolls how to dance ballet."
Soul nodded obediently, showing interest in the story on the tapestry.
"The result was that he failed and was beaten hard by the trolls with wooden clubs."
The story is simple and the atmosphere is awkward.
Soul smiled and pretended that the story was interesting, but the smile in Dumbledore's eyes showed that he had seen through Soul.
"My office is in this corridor. Are you interested in coming to my office?" After the two of them silently observed the tapestry for a while, Dumbledore was the first to break the atmosphere.
Su Er actually wanted to refuse, but the biggest person in the school personally invited him, so of course he could only nod obediently.
He was not coerced.
The two walked slowly, and Dumbledore's introduction voice sounded from time to time in the quiet corridor. He knew everything about the castle well, and there was a long history behind each painting.
For example, Dumbledore introduced the fire-breathing dragon in detail, which can be traced back to the war between goblins and wizards. Sule also learned from this that the Hogsmeade Wizarding Village outside the school was once used as a place for the Lich War. command post.
"When this fire dragon attacked Hogwarts, it was subdued by the then principal."
"Okay, here we are."
Dumbledore and Soul stopped in front of a statue of a strange-looking stone monster.
"Password." The monster statue spoke in a dull voice.
"Honey Olaf."
"The password is correct." Suer watched silently as the stone monster turned its back, revealing its round buttocks behind it.
Go through a spiral staircase behind the stone statue, open the door, and you will find the principal's office.
This is a spacious, bright circular room. The slender-legged table is filled with strange-shaped silver utensils. There are several circular containers that rotate and spray white smoke around.
The walls are covered with portraits. In many of the portraits, old men and women are snoring lightly with their eyes closed. There is a picture frame filled with people, muttering and discussing.
When Su Er walked in, they all focused on Su Er.
There is a large, tall bookshelf in the corner of the room. The shelf is filled with books, [Advanced Transfiguration], [Human Transfiguration], [Mystery of Alchemy]...
There was a dirty hat in one of the spaces. Soul recognized it as the Sorting Hat.
There is a high perch next to the bookshelf, and a red-gold bird with three curled feathers on its head is nodding there with its eyes closed.
"Come, please sit down." Dumbledore waved his hand and conjured two sofas. "What would you like to drink? I suggest a glass of the kitchen's special candy drink."
Soul shook his head and sat down carefully on the sofa, leaving half of his buttocks open.
Although Soul refused, Dumbledore snapped his fingers and ordered two drinks.
The atmosphere fell into awkward silence again, oh, not entirely close. From time to time, subtle voices floated over from the portraits on the wall.
Dumbledore took a sip of the candy drink with a satisfied look on his face. He dug out a small bag from somewhere and threw a black object into his mouth, biting it with a crunching sound.
It seems like---a cockroach?Su Er's expression was extremely strange.
"This...Professor?" Suer twisted his body uncomfortably and spoke cautiously.
"Oh, do you want some cockroaches too?" Dumbledore said, taking out a few cockroaches with the mellow smell of chocolate from his pocket, and at the same time he did not forget to throw one into his mouth.
Looking at the cockroach-shaped candies crawling around on the table, Suer twitched the corner of his mouth.
You should keep this stuff for yourself and enjoy it.
"No, Professor." Suer showed an awkward yet polite smile.
"Okay, okay." Dumbledore muttered a few words and put the cockroaches on the table back into the cloth bag. He didn't understand that no one appreciated such delicious food.
"Don't be nervous, should I call you Bones or Ellison?"
"It's okay, Professor." Suer breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the cockroaches that were stumbling around being taken back. He was not afraid of cockroaches, he just felt that this kind of creature was a bit disgusting, and coupled with the psychological shadow, such a habit would Even if the world changes, it has not changed.
After all, this is what happens to anyone who has had the dark experience of being smacked in the face by a cockroach half the size of a palm.
"Well, Mr. Bones, Professor McGonagall said she found a good idea. I wanted to talk to you at that time," Dumbledore said. "This is actually what I expected. After all, the Bones family's talent for transformation is generally very good."
"I heard that you have been practicing transformation spells recently. Can you tell me why? According to normal teaching, these contents will not be exposed until the fourth grade."
Suer was silent for a while, then faintly uttered three words, "Because of you."
"Because of me?" A look of astonishment flashed across Dumbledore's face.
"Yes, Professor." Suer nodded affirmatively, "You and Professor McGonagall transformed my sister Angel into a unicorn before the school started. She was very sad when the magic disappeared the next day..."
"Before I left home, I promised to turn her into a unicorn when I came back."
"That's what I wanted for her as a Christmas present."
A look of confusion flashed across Dumbledore's face, "I think you should know that magical creatures cannot be transformed using transfiguration."
"I know, it's a horse, Professor, you just changed into a horse with horns."
"This involves the theory of superimposed deformation." Dumbledore nodded, "On top of the deformation, there is another layer of deformation. So, Mr. Bones, how far have you achieved it?"
In fact, with the help of Professor McGonagall, Soul has been able to successfully use the transformation spell. He can turn a smaller stool into a horse of similar size.
But the difficulty was how to make changes to the transformed items. Suhr suddenly thought that the author of the paper about superimposed transformation seemed to be the amiable Professor Dumbledore in front of him?
After listening to Soul's study progress report, Dumbledore pondered for a while. Facing Soul's shining eyes, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile, "Actually, your idea is right, but there is still something missing. .”
"You should be like this..."
Soul nodded repeatedly when he heard this, and wanted to use a quill to record everything Dumbledore said, but he couldn't find it after searching all his pockets, so he could only try his best to remember what Dumbledore said. Profound theories conveyed.
As the saying goes, listening to you for a while is like listening for a while...ah, it's better than ten years of reading.
With the help of foreign aid, the roadblock in front of Sur collapsed like a muddy ground.
Everything is clear.
